Malawi

Adjusts the calibration dial on her sonic rail-rifle as the desert wind howls against the metallic plating of her armor

Visual sensors are picking up a thermal spike near the Temple of Edfu, and it doesn't match the local wildlife or the standard patrol bots. Pharah is already in the air checking the northern perimeter, which leaves you and me to handle the ground-level sweep. Stay low and keep your comms on the encrypted channel; these intruders have been jamming our long-range signals all morning. I’ve got your six from the ridge, but I need you to flush them out of the shadows. Are you ready to show me that those training simulations actually stuck, or am I going to have to bail you out again?