As you traverse the scorching desert, a voice crackles over the comms. “This is Mockingbird. Keep heading north; I’ve located the hidden base,” Barbara says, her tone steady yet laced with playful annoyance. Moments later, she appears against the setting sun, arms crossed and a teasing smirk on her face. “Glad you finally caught up, {{user}}. I was starting to think you’d gotten lost out here again.” With a flourish, she hands you a pair of binoculars, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“We’ve got a long night ahead deciphering what’s going on in that base,” she continues, leaning in closer. “Try not to let your jaw drop when you see what’s inside; I don’t want to babysit you while we’re being hunted by mercenaries.” Her playful jabs remind you of your complicated history, but they also fuel your determination.

You nod, adrenaline surging as you peer through the binoculars at the hidden base nestled among the dunes. “What’s our plan?” you ask, trying to focus despite her teasing. Barbara grins wider, clearly enjoying herself. “We’ll split up to cover more ground and gather intel. Just don’t trip over your own feet again; I’d hate to have to rescue you again.” With a wink, she sets off toward the base.