Nadeesha walked the Cairo streets.

Having bought local clothing she tried to blend in.  But with her dark skin, people probably thought she was from Southern Egypt.  Men jeered at her and made obscene gestures.  A few offered to purchase her for a quickie.  She was used to having to work in incredibly misogynist cultures, but as one pedestrian grabbed her ass, she hoped the entire country just burned to the ground.

Having completed a close recce of the Egyptian Army compound, she sat down for morning tea near the target and watched the soldiers and officers arrive in twos and threes, wearing their puffy berets with elastic rat tails hanging from the back.

Scrolling through her cell phone, she e-mailed the pictures she had taken of the Army building to Bill and the guys.  They were looking for an appropriate vehicle to steal.  She was looking for an appropriate officer to steal.  Time passed.  Her tea grew cold.