[center][b][u]Fourth Checkpoint, Sector A, three miles from the wall[/b][/u][/center]

The fourth checkpoint was the largest. It looked like a sports arena without walls or seats for an audience. What was once a camp of about sixty soldiers turned into a debris-ridden graveyard. The walls of the checkpoint caught fire in patches along their surface, rubble littered and piled over the broken tents and huts, and soldiers' corpses lay scattered across the destroyed camp. 

Hector was breathing heavily, trying to regain his breath as he sat against his cover of two fallen pillars. To his left were six mercenaries, including Kisheto. "They've got a lock on us," Kisheto said as he held a reflective piece of glass near the top edge of their cover to see if the remaining soldiers were coming towards them. Hector nodded, still out of breath. "ROE!" he called out. As he did this, he could hear the sound of a few men charging the soldiers from their left flank. Hector counted to two and then called out, "FIRE!" 

The nine soldiers that moved in to surround Hector and his men were distracted by the five mercenaries who charged at them with their swords held high. As they did this, the six mercenaries behind cover popped up and shot off a few bursts of their GS-9 rifles. In a matter of seconds, the assaulting group of soldiers fell to the ground, dead as the rest of their comrades, while the mercenaries boasted the same number as when they had arrived. Hector remained scoped in on his rifle as he scanned the area, making sure they had cleaned up well. 

"Alright, clear. I'm making the call. Check your ammo, we're marching on the wall, soon," he said.

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[center][b][u]Sovereign Outskirts[/center][/b][/u]

"That's a lot of soldiers..." said Ridley. He was crouched in a field of tall grass, surveying the military camp that was stationed on the outside of the gargantuan wall. Victor, who was crouched next to him, scoffed: "Numbers are only meant to scare. Did you get the call?" Victor asked, somewhat impatiently. Ridley shook his head, causing Victor to sigh and shake his head. Behind him, crouched under the military's field of vision, were about a hundred men, all trying their best to stay quiet. The group had had to abandon their shuttles and carriages about two miles prior to reaching the wall, as they had detected a sudden influx of military forces towards the inside of Sovereign. 

"Here, let me see..." Victor said, taking the binoculars and looking on the camp himself. "Ah.... Esto es perfecto..." he said with a touch of sarcasm. "How in the world did they manage to get so many long rifles? They could probably spot us from where we are now if they tried..." The camp held about three hundred soldiers in total, scurrying about and preparing for whatever was to come. Ten marksmen were stationed on ten unique guard towers, and each one held a lengthy rifle which was capable of firing great distances. "Alright, there..." he said, having taken a good minute to figure out his gameplan. 

"They have a M.A.T. patrol on the East and West wings. They send two M.A.T.'s on each side. They're still going out, I'm assuming they head half a mile in each direction before doubling up and returning to the base to restart the patrol. We'll sabotage the M.A.T. Plant the roca' in one and send it back." Ridley nodded as Hector explained the objective. "Should I assemble the quiet ones then?" Victor nodded, "Yeah, we'll need stealth." 

Putting down the binoculars, he smiled and looked behind him, "Get ready, amigos. Hector should be callin' soon - we're gonna have ourselves a little fiesta."