Jon Hamlin: I stealthily make my way through the brush, scanning the tree line across the road for any sign of enemies. I see none. Hurriedly, I make my way across the road, only to be stopped dead in my tracks by the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. I hear a low, strong voice yell, “There he is! Kill him!” And so it begins. The three occupants of the vehicle throw themselves from their seats, scatter for some cover in the brush all the while firing bullets in my direction. It’s getting dark… the sun is going down. Through clever use of cover I manage to kill two of the men trying to take my life, but the noise attracts the attention of more pirates at the outpost up the road. A sniper turns his laser to searching for me as several more pirates come running down the dirt road from the outpost. Suddenly, I see the faint glow of what looks like a burning cloth. It’s hurled through the air and breaks open in the brush behind me. An inferno roars up. I fire off a few more shots in the direction of the enemy, killing one. I turn to jump through the fire and make my escape when I hear the heart-stopping hiss of a Komodo lizard. A moment passes, and then four of them come scurrying through the flames in a ravenous fit of rage, hoping to get a taste of my fleshy bits. I turn and run toward the unoccupied jeep in the middle of the road. It’s on fire from being hit by a hail of bullets. As I run past I throw C4 in the driver’s seat. The lizards give chase, as they run past the jeep I blow the C4. Mission accomplished. Molotov cocktails continue to rain hellfire down upon me. Just as I’m repositioning myself for a better angle to dispatch the rest of the pirates, I hear screams… shrill, disgusting screams. Jaguars. Jaguars, stalking in the dead of night, sprang forth from the shadows, killing my enemies, splashing their blood across the jungle floor. Quietly, I slink away, flames at my back, moon in the sky.