The setting sun bathed the port city in a reddish glow, highlighting the dust and smoke rising from the bullet-riddled buildings. The streets were littered with debris, and the acrid smell of burnt metal hung in the air. Anoukis led the way at the head of the 22nd SAS Regiment, her boots muffling the crunch of rubble, scanning every window and every alleyway with a vigilance born of her years spent in the shadows. Her hands brushed against the medical bag she carried, ready to act at the slightest sign of injury.