They were moving out. 

Since dawn broke this morning, Fareeha worked with her officers to get the jumpers fit to fight. The two days were too short, and she wished she could offer her people more. They deserved it; however, Egypt demanded them back into the fight. A fight that non shied away from. Omnic forces, from her briefing, were near through the Cairo defense line. Since their advance was halted at that front, more machines had been sent to break through. Bastion and sneaks from what Fareeha recalled.

For all that they lacked, the omnic leadership was smart. Though they were machines and could learn everything quickly, integrating the piece of information was where it'd become difficult for them. A foolish thought. Fareeha constantly had to remind herself that these toasters were granted a hyper aware AI program designed by the world's greatest scientists. Of course they'd be smart. If she were in their position to command, she'd have more bastion classes to while sneaks flanked and moved in close. The ESF was dug in well in certain locations. Heavies had to enter the ESF artillery zone to fire upon the lines or else the ESF would be out of their range. Her company was an exception. They along with several other companies were part of the break through, which had gone to hell. 

The sun beamed down upon her shoulders, a stark contrast to the gentle morning dawn. Dressed in full battle gear, Fareeha stood next to Alawa with a map. She pointed at the ESF established lines then a position past that. "They want us to punch back into the city."

"Can't believe it. The toasters have that area locked down. If we could only go more east! Sometimes, I feel Command wants to wrack up the casualty list."

Fareeha agreed wholeheartedly. "Any suggestions?"

"You would have us die, ma'am?"

Her hand tightened around the map as she stared coldly at her First Lieutenant. "You - my men - have never been expendable."

Alawa had the decency to look down. "Pardon me, captain. It's just-"

"At the end of the day, we're soldiers, lieutenant. We follow orders; we win; we die," she said. Her eyes moved east of their insertion point. What would be so terrible about altering their approach? The artillery wouldn't be showering when they advanced. The other companies were entering at different areas. The Swiss companies' mission was a mystery to her. Angela would handle that. She had to focus on the 5th. "How we do it, however, is up to us."

"Ma'am?"

Fareeha handed the map to Alawa. "Omnic presence is extremely laxed to the east. It'll still be a hard fight, but we can at least flank. Provided our approach is not from the ground."

"You mean to dive in. Yes." Alawa pointed at the point he had in mind. His brows furrowed. "We dive in at this point. Not only would bastions have to reposition, but we could shower Ra death until we land. It'll be a ground war from there," he said. "We'll still lose people, but it won't be as much as our intended IP. Ma'am?"

Soldiers were supposed to follow orders. She'd just told Alawa that and now said something that contradicted that statement. Following orders, however, shouldn't be a justified excuse for acting foolish. This war couldn't be won by conventional nor old-traditional thoughts of war. Minds had to overcome the superior intelligence of the AIs to safeguard the preservation of humanity. With all this blood shed in payment for the preservation of the human race, may future generations learn from the mistakes done by her generation. For the future, she'd pay the price. Whatever the cost.

"Circulate it to the others." About to head to check in with the other companies that were heading out with her, Fareeha heard an explosion from somewhere. She lowered herself instinctively to ground and saw the plume of smoke in the distance. "Alawa! On me. You as well!" A handful of jumpers, in full gear, moved with her as they neared the source of the smoke. It didn't take long to find the burning Swiss helicopter. They'd arrived too late to help with S&R.

She walked up to Angela who looked worn out. Fareeha frowned. Concern etched across her face. She looked at her people. "Lieutenant, go see what you can do. Take the others with you." She looked back to the Swiss. "Angela, are you alright?" Then she addressed the Swiss soldier who stood before Angela. She looked at his rank stenciled on his uniform. "Welcome to Egypt, Captain. Captain Amari of the 5th Company ESF Sky Jumper. Were there any casualties en route?"