Caracas is overwhelming.

There's heat, noise, color. The air smells of cooking food mixed with car exhaust, and you can almost taste of dust and humidity.

Aria grips Dominic's hand as they walk through the port.

Everything is different. The language. The faces. The rhythm of life.

"Overwhelming?" Captain Reyes asks.

"Yes, Very."

"You'll adapt. Everyone does."

"How long does adaptation take?"

"Depends on how badly you want to survive."

Their contact meets them at the port checkpoint. A woman in ...