You are alone in the jungle. You have seen three different patrol guards dressed like army but the uniforms have a drug syringe and a lightning bolt. The sign of Fanzenai's elite guard. You know you are closing in on they're big operation. Some kind of synthetic cocaine nearly as good as the real thing and much more harmful. You action back your rifle. You see the camp ahead. The dogs begin to bark. You are moving unseen tree to tree.