Still embarrassed by her outburst, Fareeha tried to ignore the past and focus on what Angela had to tell her.

A sniper that outdid her mom? She didn't have the opportunity to see her mother fight, but she heard the stories. The best sniper in all of Egypt people would say. Maybe even in the world. Fareeha was proud of that when she was a kid. It served as a cornerstone to one day follow in her mom's footsteps. However, instead of taking up the rifle, she became a jumper. What would mother have to say about that? Fareeha hoped she'd be proud. 

Fareeha clasped Angela's hand in hers as she stared at her battle-buddy. "I'll believe Talon's charitable side when I see it. Until then, I don't trust them," she said. Pursing her lips, she sighed. "If we accept their deal, you wouldn't get in trouble. I, on the other hand, would be a deserter. Even thinking about that ..."

Looking around to make sure there weren't any eavesdroppers, Fareeha scooted a little closer to Angela. "It would be a blow to the ESF. Egypt. They hang deserters here, Ange. Not the firing squad. Hanging," she said. "If Talon pays off, then its worth it. But ... I'm torn ... I don't know what to do. What would happen to my jumpers? The Swiss forces here? Even talking to Talon would  spread rumors better left unspoken."