The evening of the following day, the sun was beginning to disappear behind the horizon when Blaze's helicopter, alongside other choppers, and seaplane descended through the coastal mist.
Below, the vast expanse of Sebastian's secret island stretched like a dark, sleeping monster beneath the dying light.
"Everyone, take your position." Blaze barked into his radio device. "Sweep every corner of this godforsaken island. Cover the forest ridges and make sure nothing gets off this island. I want that bastard found and brought to me alive. Now, move."
The heavy thud of boots against wet sand blended perfectly with the crashing of strong waves by the ocean shore.
Clad in all-black combat attire, Amelia clutched her headset tightly, her voice trembling with a mixture of fury, excitement, and dread.
"Blaze, the tracker is still active. The signal is coming from the northwest side of the island, inside the forest."
