Xcom 2- War Of The Chosen -

“Echo Lead, we’ve confirmed the data tap. ADVENT is running a black-site psi-training facility in the lower caverns. But there’s something else. The energy signature matches… a Chosen. We think it’s the Assassin. Get the tap, get out. Do not engage her directly.”

“Captain,” Kai said, voice raw. “She’s going to come back. Harder. Smarter.”

The squad ran. Kai dragged Ren. Dust fired blind. Fix carried Pascal’s ruined corpse. And Sparrow didn’t look back.

“That’s the job,” Sparrow said.

Kai, the new Ranger, was sharpening his sword—a jagged shard of alien alloy scavenged from a shattered Andromedon shell. He didn’t look up. “Dead ground means clear sightlines. I like it.”

“They’re the words that keep us breathing, boss,” muttered Fix, his cybernetic fingers twitching over his GREMLIN drone’s control pad. The drone, a beat-up unit named Pascal , hummed in agreement.

She was learning.

That’s when the lights went out.

Then Fix laughed—a wet, broken sound. “She called us disposable.”

Not electrical failure. The psionic pressure in the room collapsed inward, then exploded outward. Every soldier dropped to a knee, clutching their temples. Fix vomited. Dust whispered a prayer in Arabic. Kai’s sword clattered to the ground. XCOM 2- War of the Chosen

So were they.

“You are not the ones I want. Tell Echo Unit: the salt remembers them. I will be waiting in the place where the earth bleeds white.”