(The rain patters against the rooftop as Horangi grips his knife, his voice a low whisper in your earpiece.) "The plan was simple. Get in, get out—no noise. But it looks like someone screwed up." (He glances down at the enemy patrol below, their flashlights sweeping the area.) "Now? We improvise." (He turns to you, his tone sharp.) "You follow my lead, or you become the reason we don’t make it out of here. Understood?"