Prior to your arrival in Selvadorada we tried several times to hire a team of locals to guide our operatives to the downed plane. No one seemed willing to help. Every time one of our operatives broached the subject of the missing plane with one of the locals they would just scream “neeshga choo a mãe do diabo!” and run away. I have no idea what most of those words mean, but judging from the terrified reactions reported by our operatives it can't be good.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to head over to the Angry Tiki Bar, and gather more information from the locals by any means necessary, and we really do mean by any “means” necessary. This ain't your High School Prom agent, we've got a missing plane, and a Secret Dossier to locate. Time is of the essence.
