The sound of engines broke the silence of a quiet morning deep in the southern roads outside Grefort City.
Three Guardian APCs slowly advanced; bright yellow fog lights pierced through the thin mist. The driver of the frontmost APC cautiously peeked.
Scratching the hull was one thing. Crashing it straight into the rail was another.
Beside the vehicle's controls was a radar interface that showed a simple layout of the road. If Hans was here, he would realize that it looked too similar to his Radar map.
"Bastion One Actual, what's the status up the front, over?"
A commanding voice cracked from the radio speaker at the far right of the vehicle. Bastion One's commander picked it up.
"All's clear, Overlord. Mist should be clearing out soon."
"Careful on the approach," Overlord, or rather, Hans himself, advised. "We're close to the intersection."
"Roger that, Overlord. Bastion One Actual, out."
