The rebels have chosen their location well. Some caves open at the foot of a craggy mountain, opening into a narrow valley pressed in by steep slopes on both sides. The only approach for a major force is up the valley, with no cover and little room to maneuver. As you watch the rebel movements at the cave mouths from your perch atop the cliff, you realize that a frontal assault, even by a full armored regiment, would be a costly affair.
But as the western sky blooms in the deep red of a Sirian sunset, you steel yourself for a different kind of attack. You look back at your remaining troopers.