The swirling black maelstroms obscuring Nigeria, Egypt and South Africa on the virtual globe in Mission Control are like a kick to the face. Without Council infrastructure in Africa, we are essentially blind there. It's truly the Dark Continent, now, and I've made it that way. It's a relief to watch the globe turn, as we follow the glowing blip of Skyranger over the Atlantic.
Wallowing isn't a luxury I can afford. XCOM is reliant on the backing of the Council nations - if five more of them were to withdraw their support, as the African nations have done, that would be the end of us - and the fight against the invasion. I need to show them some solid progress, a victory. So we're going for a live alien.
The rookies have been training with arc throwers for weeks now. Three of them will soon try them out for real, with Cpt. "Cyclops" Gryspeerdt, Lt. "Voodoo" Ash and Sgt. "Baron" Arnold on board to protect them. I hope we're lucky.
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