Engines hummed loudly in the military post deep in the night. Army Soldiers and Conscripts stationed behind the fences, overlooking the dark horizon where they once were.
The remaining floodlights flashed brightly beyond the highway; anything that came through would be blinded by the intensity.
Machine gunners placed their M249 SAWs atop the watch towers; sniper teams an arm's distance beside them, providing additional cover.
On the ground, the Conscripts and Army Soldiers formed a tight line formation behind the sandbags.
The Vanguard MBTs positioned in front. Their turrets faced where any enemy might come from, ready for an assault.
"Commander, defenses are in place," Matilda, previously Delta One, patched in through the comms. "Overwatch shift has been assigned. Awaiting further orders."
"Keep an eye out," Hans replied. "What's the situation about the recovered hostages?"
"Severa trauma and PTSD," Matilda's voice turned cold. "It will be months before these people recover."
