A few minutes after Cell 7's departure—
Genevieve and her group positioned themselves on high ground, south of Hans's northwestern industrial sector base.
Sweat rolled down her pale face as she watched columns of soldiers and armored vehicles move out from Golden Eagle's base.
Guardian APCs rushed out from the base, stirring dust and dirt across the hard ground. The vehicles rolled over the uneven ground as if suspension was not a concern.
The Vanguard MBTs followed not far behind, moving faster than their weight should have allowed.
Then came the infantry.
Squads moved in clean lines. Some boarded waiting vehicles. Others shifted toward prepared routes as if they had received the same order long before Cell 7 even left the outer line.
The series of movements shocked Cell 7.
Golden Eagle and his army had suddenly gone on alert just after they left the base.
Was it premeditated?
Or did something happen?
"Lead," Jannik spoke softly. "This..."
