The first lie smells like oil.
Sgt. Marisol Vega comes to Venezuela for rescue work. She gets fuel corridors, dead comms, and a clinic that stays alive on candles and favors. After a port explosion rips the night open, leadership sells containment while witnesses disappear and rumors harden into policy. Mari teams with Dr. Camila Armas to keep patients breathing-and keeps a folded address hidden against her dog tags, because home is now leverage.
When truth becomes contraband, how far will she go to keep it from being replaced?