[b]Sector Z - Training Grounds[/b]

Ishigo rubbed the back of his head, having taken the kick a bit harder than he should have. 
"...can't focus, Ishigo?" said Hector in a gentle tone as he extended a hand towards the downed man. Ishigo smiled weakly before accepting the offer, "It's... nothing." The two were located at the edge of the lake, right at the center of the biodome where the combat training occurred. Hector stretched his arms, letting his entire upper body stretch along with them. He had taken off his armor, and his muscular torso was covered in bruises that barely affected him - he had been training for a long time. Ishigo, while not as bulky, had fewer bruises, and displayed a much more cut figure. It ran true with his agility. 

Hector sighed, "You're worried about the boy, huh?" he asked, looking down and unwrapping the bandages that coated his palms and knuckles. Ishigo subtly shook his head. "We shouldn't have left him. He was tr-"

"Hermano," Hector's voice was calm but assertive, a tone that Ishigo usually had, "... relax. I sent the shinies to retrieve our fallen comrades' bodies, but I also gave them an order to search for Kisheto." 

Ishigo looked at Hector curiously, and Hector smiled, "You may be a mystery to all these other folks, but not to me, hermano. I know what you're thinking." As Hector spoke, Ishigo looked down and crossed his arms with a sigh. "You don't understand, Hector..." he said while shaking his head. In his mind, he was trying his best to combat a thought, a speculation that had been tearing at his conscience since he had met the boy. 

Hector nodded, "But I do, amigo. I'm not one to murk a miracle, but... isn't this a bit much? He was born near Ganjra, hermano, I was there the whole week, and I'm not blind. I see the resemblance, but it's not enough to-"

Ishigo looked up sternly, "You [i]don't[/i] understand." He wanted to end the discussion right then and there, and Hector understood. He shrugged and looked to the side, "Aye, hermano," he said before sighing, "Anyway, did you get the report from four?"

Ishigo nodded, "Nancy reported an hour ago. The number of hosts within concerned perimeter has drastically fallen, but..." 
Hector raised a brow and gestured for him to finish. Ishigo squinted and looked off in the distance, "They didn't leave. They were hunted."
Hector froze for a second before sighing and shaking his head. He turned around and threw his bandages to the ground, "I've had enough of this bullshit, I swear."

Ishigo then perked his head up, "Wait. There's more." Hector stood facing the other direction but turned his head to the side as Ishigo continued: "Four was on Wade Green Road at around 0900. They detected faint comm waves coming from a local apartment complex, but rerouted in spite of suspected hostile activity."

Hector's eyes widened, "What the hell?! A [b]COMM WAVE[/b]? And they LEFT?! Who-" Ishigo raised a hand to stop him, "They were in danger, Hector."
Hector threw his arms to the side, "Danger? They backed off from the single most useful resource available in this dreaded city?! Adios Mio, hermano, a fucking [b]COMM WAVE[/b]!" 

Ishigo shook his head, "Hector, it wasn't just some group of rag tag thugs. There are hosts out there. And gangs. Squad four's always in contact with One, and One has all the intel. We might have another case of the Blood Saints at hand, or something similar. It was smart of them to fall back."
Hector looked to the ground thinking before nodding slowly, "You're right, lo siento. I'll get in touch right away, we need to hit that wave and get it A.S.A.P"

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[b]Argos Central Comm Relay[/b]

[i]~In the city of Argos, the capital of Arcarus, one of the most advanced Comm Relays stood far above the skyline. It wasn't due to the fact that the relay was any taller than normal, but because the city of Argos itself was floating about a mile above the crust of Aeros. It remained suspended above a canyon known as "Drake's Labrynth", named due to the enormous, treacherous crater that dug into the planet below. The only entrance to Argos was shuttle transport, or through one of 15 Skyways that led into the city from multiple points across its circumference. It was a magnificent site, but what was even more outstanding was the technology within the mysterious city~[/i]

[Quote=Frequencies]
[list]
[*][s]Delta: 99.107.512.G[/s][/*]
[*][s]Delta: 99.192.868.G[/s][/*]
[*][s]Alpha: 0000.1212.G[/s][/*]
[*][s]Alpha: 0007.1299.G[/s][/*]
[*][s]C. COMM: 088-766-9923[/s][/*]
[*][s]P. COMM: 770-998-2231[/s][/*]
[*][s]P. COMM: 770-925-5203[/s][/*]
[*]P. COMM: 120-875-9985[/*]
[/list][/quote]

"Try that one..." Victor's voice was smooth and poetic, it had a deep, vibrant sound with the perfect amount of "spanish" accent to give it an alluring appeal. He stood over the shoulder of a technician who worked furiously on one of the many overclocked emergency comm stations, which would otherwise be used to send distress signals warning of any weather or biological emergencies. The technician sighed and rubbed his eyes before nodding weakly. But before he could begin typing, Victor chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "...after a break. Go and rest up, hermano." The tech sighed in relief and looked up at Victor, "All Federal and Corporal Comms are useless. They'd either be wiped or the addresses would be reset. And since military comms are obviously out of question, I do believe we should continue to gather as many personal comm addresses as we can. If anyone in Sovereign has a working communicator, it may just work." 

Victor chuckled and nodded, ushering for the tech to take his leave. He then walked over to the entrance of the room, where he joined some of his fellow Golden Mercenaries. "Reports," he said authoritatively. In an instant, the four mercenaries took turns reporting in short bursts of information.

"Val Base 2, 3, 4 up."
"Wint Base 4 down, mobilized."
"Border Patrol rerouted, wall checks cancelled."
"Current perimeter secure."

Victor nodded, and patted the mercenary on the very left on the shoulder, "Good work, hermanos. Now. You know your jobs. Go do them."