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NARRATOR (low, gravelly):
In the heart of the dead zone...
where the ground burns and nothing escapes...
one man drops into fire.
CUT: distant ship above lava, belly doors open, stairwell extended
NARRATOR:
He wasn’t supposed to be there.
He wasn’t supposed to survive.
And he definitely wasn’t supposed to know…
CUT: freeze-frame of man free-falling from ship, body stretched into parachutist's jump, eyes locked forward
NARRATOR (cold, deliberate):
The operation was buried.
The mission was denied.
The plan... was never his.
CUT: boots slamming into scorched rock, helmetless figure running through heat shimmer
NARRATOR (whispering):
This wasn’t the exit.
It was the move.
Beat of silence. One final flare of light.
TITLE CARD (bold):
THE VULCAN GAMBIT
TAGLINE (fade in under bass hum):
One move. No margin.