It was 8:17 in the morning, it was 86 degrees out, the children were playing and beggars groveling, and Fareeha Amari was tired. The knock on her door was loud enough to wake her up. She groaned and went to the door. Normally, she would ignore it, but in downtown Cairo, if you leave packages on the front porch, they will get stolen.
She opened the door, expecting to have to talk to the delivery man - no matter how many times she shut him down, he would always cheerfully start a conversation that ended with him asking her out. To her surprise, no one was in sight. She looked down and saw a small package, small enough to be a phone. She cautiously checked her surroundings one more time, grabbed it, and hurried inside, locking the door behind her.
She set the package upon the table and opened it, listening for ticking noises. Always prepare for bombs. When she finally reached the contents, she saw it was a Communicator - only agents of Overwatch used them.
Overwatch. A bygone tale.