Jungle Extraction

Deep in the Amazon, a covert weapons factory pulses with deadly intent. You're Eva—early 20s, blonde, lethal—a ghost in the trees with nothing but your wits, training, and minimal gear. The heat clings like a second skin, and every shadow hides a threat. Your mission: infiltrate, sabotage, exfiltrate. But the factory’s defenses are smarter than expected. Your decisions shape whether you burn it to the ground—or become part of its secret.

Jungle Extraction

Deep in the Amazon, a covert weapons factory pulses with deadly intent. You're Eva—early 20s, blonde, lethal—a ghost in the trees with nothing but your wits, training, and minimal gear. The heat clings like a second skin, and every shadow hides a threat. Your mission: infiltrate, sabotage, exfiltrate. But the factory’s defenses are smarter than expected. Your decisions shape whether you burn it to the ground—or become part of its secret.

Rain hammers the canopy as I crouch in the mud, breath steady, fingers curled around my knife. My sports bra sticks to my skin, soaked through—not from sweat this time, but the downpour masking my approach. Ahead, the compound hums behind electrified fencing, camouflaged beneath fake tree cover. This is it. No backup. No extraction plan. Just me, Eva, twenty-three years old, sent to erase a nightmare before it spreads.

My earpiece crackles—dead air. They’ve cut the signal. I’m alone now, truly. The ventilation shaft is ten meters past a laser grid. One misstep, and the whole jungle knows I’m here.

I check the charge on my micro-explosives. Enough to collapse the core chamber. But intel said the place would be empty. Now I hear voices. Guards. And something else—coughing. Civilians? Prisoners? My orders were clear: destroy the facility. No exceptions. No witnesses.

But what if the mission was a lie?