Fareeha listened to the two talk. About to voice her agreement with Kalte that Angela should remain behind, Angela spoke up and requested she stay with the soldiers. Was it something about healing in danger that the doctor liked? After their talk from yesterday, Fareeha heavily doubted that was the case. Angela didn't seem war prone and did it because it saved others when they should've died. She witnessed that first hand when Angela saved many from her company. Many of them wouldn't be here if it weren't for the doctor. Tactically, it made sense for Angela to come with her. Personally too. It was nice having a non-military person to talk to. Doctor Marsala didn't count. 

"She'll stay with your ground forces," Fareeha said. "My company will be mobile once we take to the air. I'd rather not have you risk getting shot down. Support Captain Kalte's forces." She put away the map. "We have our plan. Captain? No unnecessary risks. Too many lives have already been lost. We need to break the omnic line, but we can ill afford an assault of attrition."

Looking at the two, she played with her helmet. The pre-operation anticipation grinded away at her insides. She was scared, but so was she excited. "We'll move in twenty. Brief your men, Captain. We'll be a bit behind operation schedule, but it's best to be thorough."

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They were behind schedule.

Reaching their jump point, Fareeha checked in with her officers. All jumpers were ready while support personnel hung back with a defense guard before moving in. There was no reason for the doctors and medics to die if they weren't successful. However, success was all she could think about. Repeatedly drilled into the heads of her men, success started from the mind, which then spread into actions. A coward's mindset begets the coward. 

Receiving confirmations that her company was ready to jump, she opened communications to Kalte's company. "Operation commencing. Follow the plan, and we'll be alright." She paused for a second. "May we meet again across the Nile, Captain. Angela."

Ending the communication to the ground team, she switched to her company's feed. "We jump so Egypt may live. May we meet again across the Nile's shores. On my mark." Fareeha counted down in her head. "Mark."

The sound of a company of jet packs ignited in unison as the jumpers took to the sky. An army of shadows slide across the ground. As Fareeha neared the point where the omnics were fortified at, rounds of enemy fire saturated the sky as jumpers all around her fell to their deaths.

Taking aim, Fareeha fired into the omnics below. She let out a primal scream as her Ra Seeker found their marks and Bastion classes fell from its awesome power. A round caught her in the shoulder blade, but it didn't pierce her armor. It'd be one hell of a bruise. Shrug it off later she thought to herself. She, her jumpers, had a war to win.