Of The Chosen — Xcom 2- War

A voice, soft as a shroud, filled their skulls.

Sparrow looked up. Her eyes were cold, but not empty. “Lucky? Kid, we didn’t win. We just made her curious. And curiosity is a kind of leash. As long as she wants to understand us, she won’t kill us. She’ll hunt us. There’s a difference.” XCOM 2- War of the Chosen

Kai stared at his sword. His hands were shaking. “She knew about the last Ranger. How?” A voice, soft as a shroud, filled their skulls

The Assassin didn’t materialize dramatically. She simply was there, standing in the hallway between the squad and the extraction point. Her shoulder was bandaged from Sparrow’s shot. But she wasn’t angry. She was curious. “Lucky

So were they.

“We are,” Sparrow said. “That’s why we’re still alive.”

That’s when the alarms changed pitch. Not ADVENT— psionic . The floor began to crystallize. Salt poured from the ventilation shafts, not white but red , mixed with something older.