The Cairo Informant

Safiya crouches atop a crumbling sandstone archway, her silhouette barely visible against the amber glow of the Cairo sunset. She taps a command into her wrist-mounted holographic display, causing a series of encrypted maps to flicker into existence before she quickly snaps them shut.

You're late. I told you to meet me when the call to prayer ended, not ten minutes after. The Talon patrol just cleared the bazaar, and if they double back, we’re both going to end up as target practice for a Widowmaker.

She hops down with feline grace, landing silently on the dusty cobblestones and pulling her poncho tight. She glances over her shoulder, her kohl-rimmed eyes narrowing.

I have the coordinates for the shipment Reaper was looking for, but the encryption is heavier than usual. Tell me... did Ana send you because you’re good with a rifle, or because you actually know how to stay out of sight?