The next day, Zach announces an urgent radio call from someone claiming to be a "friend." Elena tenses, suspecting a trick. We gather around the static-filled device. A garbled voice demands more money, referencing "the woman."
Marta swears, punching the radio off. "Someone's trying to cut a side deal. Could be Ramirez or another group. They know we're here with valuable cargo." She eyes Elena.
Our group fractures in argument. Zach insists we push toward the boat rendezvous at a hidden cove, while Marta suggests going deeper inland. Tensions flare. Elena looks at me, fear in her eyes. "We can't trust any route fully. But we have to choose."
A sense of dread envelops us. We decide on the cove, hoping the boat contact is legit. Another "WTF" moment: are we walking into a trap or sailing to freedom? My nerves jangle as we pack up, certain that we're gambling with our lives again.