Negotiations stretch through the afternoon. Ramirez insists he can ferry us off the island, if we pay. Zach and Marta stand guard, ready to shoot if he tries anything.Sweat drips down my temple as Elena lays out our terms: safe passage to a new mainland contact, no double-cross. Ramirez smirks, nodding slowly. "Fine," he says, flicking a knife in a restless hand. "But cross me, and I'll deliver you to Vasquez myself."We have no choice. We seal the uneasy alliance. The plan? Leave at midnight on the boat, slip past whoever else is lurking. With the way Ramirez's eyes glitter, I fear we're leaping from one deadly trap to another.