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Deep in the jungle, Sarah lay beaten and bleeding on the soft ground just outside one of the tents. She could feel the cold, damp ground through her clothes, and her wounds still ached. There was no escape. They had discovered her. She was cornered like a bird in a cage. Forty miles away Sky, Atkins and the Professor had been dangling from a tree on the side of a cliff face when the gunship arrived. They'd dropped into the roaring river below, not knowing if they would survive the fall or let alone what lay ahead. Above them, on the cliff face, The Whirlwind and his troops frantically explored the jungle for Cobra and his men. Little did they know how close they were. Just below their feet, inside a cavern, deep in the mountain, Cobra, Dutch, and Hawk-eye, were experiencing problems of their own. The walls of this strange subterranean world had started to cave-in around them, the floor was giving away beneath their feet. Was the race still on, or was this the end for them all?
