[center][b][u]Sovereign Sector A - Market District[/b][/u][/center]

Hector peaked around the corner of the building he was leaning against, straight into the road that created an intersection in front of him. He took a quick, but careful look around and proceeded to look to Ishigo, who returned the signal. He let out the whistle, and in a moments notice, both halves of the squad ran across the intersection and onto the next array of buildings. Kisheto and Julian were quickly getting accustomed to the procedures, and Kisheto found he had attained a level of focus he didn't know he could achieve. As the squad slowed to a brisk walk on the other side, Kisheto paced closer to Hector and whispered, "Why don't we take the alleyways if we don't wanna be seen?" 

Hector raised a brow as Kisheto's voice sounded, and he gave a whistle and thrust his fist up, causing the entire squad to stop. He surveyed his surroundings, and after determining that it was clear, he looked to Kisheto while he reached for his water canteen to take a sip before speaking. "Y'see, hermano. We've already been seen." Kisheto's eyes widened and he tensed his grip on his rifle as he heard the words, taking a quick look around frantically. His actions caused a few of the mercenaries to chuckle, including Hector, who reassuringly patted Kisheto on the back. "Easy now, hermano. One thing you should know is that out here," he said as he stretched his arms to his sides and gestured around him, "we've got little chance of going stealthy. Nah, we've witnessed many hosts who can track us in ways we couldn't imagined, so stealth is out of the question." Kisheto raised his brow and reached for his own canteen, as his thirst became more apparent due to his halted state. "Then why the quiet and sneaky protocols? Why can't we go in guns blazing, y'know? Like 'LEMME AT EM'!" Kisheto chuckled at his words, and Hector smiled as he looked around once more. "We're trying to maximize our cover. Other than that, it helps our focus and coordination to stay quiet and agile. The less we talk, the less we think of replying. The less we think of replying, the more focus we have to moving. The more we focus on moving, the quicker we get the job done." Kisheto simply raised his brow and nodded, "Ah, alright."

Ishigo sighed and took a look around as Hector did before giving a whistle to his allies on the other side of the road, "Post up, we're taking 5." Hector gave the universal "ok" sign with his index finger connecting to his thumb, and as he did, both halves of the squad began reaching for their canteens. "You think we can carry anymore supplies, brothah?" Julian asked as he gulped down some of his own water, "My pack's nearly full with meds and drinks." Ishigo tied his canteen back to his belt and responded to Julian, keeping his eyes locked to the road ahead, "I think we're all carrying close to our max. At this point, we're simply looking for hosts." Julian nodded and took another sip of his water, "Well, I mean, we don't wanna go too far, now, do we?" Ishigo paused for a moment.

[b][i]"They're distant,"[/b][/i] said Jin, who had been idle for quite a while. Ishigo had felt a strange tingle in his chest, a feeling he often got when a host was within a certain range, but could not be sensed via the five human sense. [i]'As long as they're within these walls, they aren't distant enough,[/i] Ishigo thought, before turning to Julian. "We aren't going to return to Sector Zero today, if that's what you're trying to get at. This trip may last a day or two at the least." Julian's eyes widened, but he sighed and shrugged as he leaned against the wall, soaking up what little rest he could afford.

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[center][b][u]Sovereign Sector A - Market District Guard Tower[/b][/u][/center]

Through out Sovereign, there were many guard towers stationed every few blocks, serving as both communication hubs and law enforcement bases. They were usually of the same structure - a long, tower like stem that consisted of the police barracks and briefing grounds, with a large, octagonal communications relay at the top, creating a sort of baloon shape overall. Each Market District had one built frequently, as the Market Districts were the primary locations of what little crime did exist in the old Sovereign. 

In one of the lone, abandoned guard towers looming right over the Market District in Sector A, two eyes appeared upon the outermost wall of the very top of the tower. The eyes seemed to be embedded into the wall and were staring down at the streets below. Slowly, a hooded head appeared around the eyes, and before long, the entire body of Ghost seemingly walked through the wall and onto the balcony of the tower. "Why would they have guns if they're hosts?" he said in a very low and commanding tone. Ghost placed his hands on the rail of the balcony, which stretched around the octagonal base located at the top of the tower. From below him, a mischievous giggle pierced the silence, "Two of 'em don't have guns, silly goose. The one with the cool hair? Y'know, the handsome one? He's got one. I heard 'em talking about it." Ghost raised a brow, "You can hear them?" he said as he looked down. Fang was hanging upside down from the bottom of the balcony, hiding in the shadow that it cast upon the walls of the tower. "I'm a living sonar thingy machine, silly. If I can see it, I can hear it," she said giggling once more. Ghost sighed and lifted his left hand, running it across the belt of throwing knives that ran across his torso and ended at his belt, which held two large daggers. "It'd take five minutes to kill them all..." he said quietly. Fang chimed in, as jubilant as ever, "Uh-uh-uhh, no you don't, big boy. You heard Lide, and unless Nekry gives us orders on the fly, we're to obey. Got me? Good." She giggled once before swiftly shifting her weight forward and zooming up and over the railing until her arms rested upon it and Ghost's right hand, locking it in place. Her face shot forward towards Ghost's, and she whispered to him from mere inches away, "...besides, I could have dropped 'em in two, slow poke." Ghost grunted and flinched sightly as he drew back his hand, causing Fang to giggle and fall backwards, returning to the hanging position she was formerly in. "Patience, big boy, patience. We'll get 'em soon...."