Xcom - 2- War Of The Chosen

Sparrow looked at her squad. Fix, still bandaged. Dust, counting her rounds. Kai, gripping his sword like a life raft.

The first room was a cathedral of dried brine. Ancient mining equipment stood frozen in mid-rotation, encrusted with salt crystals that glowed faintly purple. And there, embedded in the far wall, was the data tap—a pulsating node of alien tissue and metal.

Sparrow sat in the corner, cleaning her rifle. XCOM 2- War of the Chosen

The Assassin reappeared atop the data tap, crouched like a gargoyle. “Tactics. Cute. But you don’t under—”

Sparrow stepped forward. “No.”

The Assassin rose, clutching her wound. Her whisper became a snarl. “You think this is victory? You’ve only made me curious. I will learn your names. I will learn the shape of your fear. And then I will return it to you, folded like origami.”

“I know.”

So were they.