On the double-elimination night that snuffed both Kelly Bruno and Yve Rojas, the ER doctor on Nicaragua's old-guard Espada tribe had quietly grabbed the one thing that mattered: individual immunity. Jill Behm won the Kitty Litter challenge and watched two tribemates go home around her — a steady hand on a tribe that mostly ran on chaos and Marty Piombo's ego.
Trouble was, she'd hitched her game to that ego. When Espada lost again the next week, Marty was still clutching his hidden idol and calling himself the chess master, but the numbers had quietly tilted off his side, and the cleanest way to chip at him was to take out his ally. Marty sat on that idol and let Jill walk, voted out thirteenth, the last boot before the merge — she spent her whole game shoring up the chess master, and he didn't spend a thing to save her.
