The jungle trees leaned in from all sides, threatening to collapse on Mason at any point. There were flowers of the most beautiful colours on all sides, fluorescent pink, vermillion, ruby, amber, an explosion of colour. Creatures of all manor crawled, scuttled, darted, prowled and climbed through the many layers of the jungle. A breathtaking ecosystem, perhaps never seen before by man, lay before Mason's eyes. But he focused only upon his mission.
Holding the watch up to his face, Mason whispered, "Watch, do we have any clues on where we need to go?"
"The last known location of the researcher was 7 miles due South-East of here."
"Which way's South-East?"
"90 degrees anti-clockwise, Mason."
"Thanks" Mason adjusted his course, and with a swift slice of his standard-issue cutlass, cut through a curtain of vines obscuring his view and path.
No sooner had he done this, than the floor fell from underneath him, and he was thrown down a man-made tunnel. The dirt tunnel twisted and looped for a good minute before chucking Mason out the other end. He was caught by some kind of netting made from cut vines and what looked like animal entrails. Before him stood an entire tribe of half-naked warriors, with grim expressions, deadly spears and black war-paint in foreign markings all over their bodies. The leader was clear - a foot above the rest of them, muscular beyond human capability, and not a single unsharpened tooth. As Mason took all this in, he stepped forward, and began to speak...
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Mason Armstrong: Secret Agent
Aventura18-year-old spy Mason embarks on his first proper mission; to investigate the mysterious appearance of a populated island that shouldn't exist... But what he finds there opens his eyes forever, and threatens the very reality he lives in...
