The entrance to Sector Zero was well-hidden. An obviously abandoned bank with a rusting vault led to a hidden elevator, which descended into the base of operations below. Kisheto and a few other mercenaries stepped out of the elevators. They marched towards a large gathering of mercenaries that were assembled in their respective ranks in front of Hector, who was busy communicating with Victor. It was about two thirds of the entirety of the Golden Mercenary operation working in sovereign; the rest were situated within Sector Zero, guiding and aiding civillians as they prepared to evacuate.
Hector stood at the edge of the clearing in which the only entrance to the abandoned bank was located. Four mercenaries guarded the only alleyway leading into the clearing.
"Alright, I'll see you when the wall comes down, hermano," he said. Closing his holocomm and turning to face his men, he began speaking. "Ok! This is it! We are the spearheads of this operation - the brawn, the tanks, the frontliners. We'll be charging the military head on while the rest of our brothers guide the civies through the back alleys.
We've re-tallied and we currently have SIX squads of non-host Golden Mercenaries suited up right here. Once the Splinter charges the first checkpoint, we're heading straight to checkpoints 2, 3, and 4 - which will be attacked by the squads matching those numbers. Squads five and six will join up with me and my men to take on the military camp while it's in distress."
Hector spoke with a calm and collected tone. He was focusing his mind for the battlefield, a habit that he and his brother shared. In fact, it was a habit taught to many Golden Mercenaries: to relax one's conscience before entering the fray to allow maximum focus. He looked around and nodded, "Ok, looking good, men. Remember, shoot to kill for military. Check you fire for civillians, host or not, we're here to SAVE the men and women oppressed by the feds. If you encounter any civillians, direct them to safety. Know that we have two shuttles being run to ferry civillians to safety. These two ferries will serve as the primary escape vehicles once the wall goes down; we'll have them run back and forth trying to evacuate as many civies as possible."
Hector strapped in his gun and put on his helmet. He pressed a button on the inside and the internal HUD lit up. Tapping the side of his helmet twice, he tested the internal holocomm. "Test, test. Tune in on this frequency. We'll have multiple channels for all ops, so we can all communicate." Hector sighed and thanked Aeritus that the CommTower mission was a success.
"Get in your stretches, putos, it's about time."
The mysterious black armoured woman laid beneath the rubble of a partially collapsed fifth floor, her body mostly hidden from any angle. From below all one might hope to see (if they were lucky) was her rifle which she peered down through. The Golden Mercenaries were finally on the move and they had a much bigger force than she had imagined. She let her aim drift over the large man in majestic looking armour and gave a smile. “Well well, you must be Hector.” she barely whispered, “You might stand a chance after all. If nothing else you might help me rid of Nekros and those other pricks.”
She stopped looking through her site and paused for a moment before letting her hand find the chain around her neck. She had worn it for so long that she had forgotten it was even there. With a quick jerk she broke it off and stared at the dog tag: “Vortex – X008 - LEGINIAN ARMY”
Kisheto cracked his knuckles and began stretching to warm his body up. He looked around and smiled at the men he would fight alongside - they had known each other for little over a week but already felt a sense of brotherhood.
"About time you showed up, stickbug," said Roebuck who pat Kisheto on the back, causing him to stagger.
"Psh, you say that as if I would miss the revolution," Kisheto replied lightheartedly.
"I thought he'd be off playing with his little host boyfriend as usual," smiled Vates "What's his name again? Fish-a-go?" Kisheto cocked his head at Vates' remark, "It's ISHIGO, son. And for your information, he's been teachin' me how to whoop "tough guy" ass like your's left and right. You're lucky we on the same team, Vates!" he said with a chuckle.
"That's why my little pat on the back nearly knocked you down right? That's some ancient technique to lure your opponents into a false sence of security?" Roebuck snorted, "Now come on lads, enough banter, we've got work to do!"
Kisheto had begun to turn slightly red under his helmet, but he quickly let it go and nodded as Roebuck called his men to focus. "Game time, baby," he said as he stood next to Vates in formation.
Pleased that the squad was ready to move out, Roebuck quickly made his way over to Vates and began whispering to him "You thought anymore about how we're going to take out that Chief guy if he causes a problem?"
Vates gave a quick nod, "I've got a couple of plans in mind."
As the rest of the mercenaries began heading out, Hector tapped his comm device, "Gordy... yeah... yeah... alright. It's time. Send the Splinter Squad out."
