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And as the settlement slowly began to come back to life, the next phase of the war was already beginning beyond its walls.
Then the scene back to Sanctuary.
As in late afternoon, Sanctuary Hills had settled into the familiar rhythm of a headquarters at war.
It was quieter than the settlement Sarah and Preston had just defended, but it was not peaceful.
The difference mattered.
There were no explosions shaking the walls. No machine guns rattling from defensive positions. No medics shouting for more supplies.
Instead, the headquarters carried the quieter sounds of an organization that had learned how to function while a war continued around it.
Radios murmured from adjoining rooms.
Boots crossed the corridor.
Clerks moved between offices carrying folders and handwritten reports.
Somewhere downstairs, a printer was running continuously.
Outside the headquarters, trucks came and went along the road through Sanctuary, carrying ammunition, construction materials and food toward the Republic's forward positions.
Sico sat behind his desk, reading the latest report from the newly defended settlement.
He had already read the casualty figures twice.
He read them a third time anyway.
The numbers were not abstract to him.
They represented soldiers who had left Sanctuary alive that morning and would not be coming back.
Others were lying in medical stations, some seriously wounded.
The settlement itself had survived, but several defensive structures had been destroyed and numerous buildings damaged.
And yet, according to Sarah's report, the civilians were already helping with the repairs.
Sico leaned back in his chair.
That part stayed with him.
They had rebuilt the settlement once.
The Brotherhood had nearly destroyed that work in a single assault.
And the people had simply started rebuilding again.
He placed the report down.
Another folder waited beside it.
This one concerned operations around Boston Airport.
Sico opened it.
Robert.
MacCready.
The commandos.
Their surveillance work around the airport had produced valuable information over the past several weeks, but Sico knew that continuing to operate from the same area carried increasing risks.
The Brotherhood had just suffered a major defeat.
That meant they would be looking for answers.
They would examine every suspicious disappearance.
Every damaged convoy.
Every intercepted communication.
Every patrol that failed to report.
If Robert's team remained in the same place, eventually someone would notice the pattern.
Sico reached for the secure radio.
He adjusted the frequency and pressed the transmission switch.
"Robert, this is Sanctuary Command."
Static filled the room.
For several seconds, there was nothing.
Then a quiet voice answered.
"Sanctuary Command, Robert."
Sico sat forward.
"Where are you?"
"Still outside Boston Airport. We've maintained the observation area."
"MacCready?"
"With me."
"And the rest?"
"Most of the team is in position. Everyone is accounted for."
Sico looked down at the report.
"Good. Listen carefully."
The tone of Robert's voice changed immediately.
"Go ahead."
"Your current operation around Boston Airport is closed."
There was a short silence.
Robert did not interrupt.
Sico continued.
"I don't want you staying in that area any longer. You've gathered what we needed. The Brotherhood has already been hit hard, and they're going to start looking backward. If they find you there, they'll have a target they can understand."
Robert replied calmly.
"Understood."
"You're relocating."
"Where?"
"I'll give you the next operating area through the secure channel once you're moving. For now, the mission is broader."
Robert waited.
Sico glanced at the map spread across his desk.
"Disrupt their logistics."
"Supply routes?"
"Supply routes. Shipments. Isolated bases. Outposts. Communications infrastructure where it actually matters."
Robert said nothing.
Sico continued.
"If you find a vulnerable convoy, you hit it. If a Brotherhood shipment can be sabotaged without exposing the team, sabotage it. If an isolated outpost can be attacked without turning into a prolonged engagement, take the opportunity."
"And if they're heavily defended?"
"Leave them alone."
Robert's answer came immediately.
"Understood."
"I don't need you winning battles," Sico said. "I need the Brotherhood to spend every day wondering where the next problem is coming from."
Robert looked toward the others around him.
Sico continued.
"They're trying to recover from the settlement assault. Don't give them the opportunity."
"What about their communications?"
"Target important infrastructure."
Sico paused.
"Not every radio tower you see. We aren't destroying things for the sake of it. If cutting a relay isolates a command post or interferes with their ability to coordinate a convoy, then it's worth doing."
Robert nodded even though Sico could not see him.
"And the bases?"
"Same principle. Isolated positions. Supply depots. Small outposts. Anything vulnerable enough to hit and disappear from."
Robert understood the larger objective.
"You want them spreading out."
"Exactly."
Sico leaned over the map.
"If they believe we're preparing another major advance, they'll want to concentrate their forces against it. We can't let them do that comfortably."
"So we make them protect everything."
"Yes."
Robert gave a quiet breath.
"Keep them guessing."
"Keep them guessing," Sico repeated.
There was another pause.
Then Sico's voice became more serious.
"And Robert?"
"Yes?"
"Don't get careless."
Robert glanced toward the commandos around him.
"We won't."
"I mean it. I don't want unnecessary engagements."
"Understood."
"Your people are more valuable mobile than they are sitting in a firefight."
Robert nodded.
"The team stays intact."
"That's the priority."
Sico looked once more at the settlement report.
"Sarah and Preston are repairing the forward position. Once it's reinforced, they'll continue north."
Robert understood immediately.
"So we're pulling attention away from them."
"Among other things."
"We'll make sure the Brotherhood has enough problems elsewhere."
"That's what I need."
Robert paused.
"When do you want us moving?"
"Now."
"Understood."
The radio went quiet.
Sico lowered the handset.
For a moment he remained alone with the map.
The war had changed again.
Sarah and Preston were holding the line.
Robert and MacCready would be moving behind the enemy's lines.
And the Republic's main forces would eventually push north again.
It was not one battle.
It was pressure applied in several places at once.
Sico stood and walked toward the large map covering one wall of his office.
Pins marked Republic positions.
Other markers represented Brotherhood installations and suspected movements.
He studied them silently.
The failed assault had given the Republic something valuable.
Not simply territory.
Momentum.
The Brotherhood had committed a large force to take the settlement and had failed.
That meant those troops were no longer available for whatever else the Brotherhood had planned.
Now Sico intended to make sure the Brotherhood could not easily recover.
He returned to the radio.
"Robert."
A moment later, the response came.
"Yes?"
"One more thing."
"We're listening."
"You don't have to destroy everything."
Robert waited.
"Make them spend time protecting things that aren't actually under attack."
Robert understood.
A small smile crossed his face.
"That's going to annoy them."
"It should."
The transmission ended.
Robert removed his headset.
MacCready was sitting nearby, checking the action on his rifle.
"Well?"
Robert looked around at the small command post they had occupied for days.
"The airport operation is finished."
MacCready looked up.
"Finished?"
"We're moving."
MacCready studied him for a second.
"Orders from Sico?"
"Direct."
That was enough.
MacCready immediately returned to his rifle.
"All right."
Robert stood.
"Pack quietly."
The commandos began moving.
There was no shouting.
No unnecessary conversation.
Everyone already knew the routine.
Weapons were checked and secured.
Ammunition was counted.
Communications equipment was dismantled and packed into cases.
Medical supplies were gathered.
Water containers were filled.
Food was redistributed.
Anything essential went into the vehicles.
Anything that wasn't essential stayed behind.
One commando picked up a damaged folding chair.
Robert shook his head.
"Leave it."
The soldier shrugged and put it back down.
Another began removing a small improvised shelf they had built from scrap wood.
"Leave that too."
The position was slowly disappearing.
That was intentional.
They did not simply want to leave.
They wanted to erase the fact that they had ever been there.
The camouflage netting came down.
Empty ammunition boxes were collected.
Spent casings were gathered where practical.
Footprints around the most obvious access points were brushed away.
Radio equipment that had been concealed beneath debris was removed.
A small observation post overlooking the airport was dismantled piece by piece.
MacCready slung his rifle over his shoulder.
"You think anyone noticed us?"
Robert looked toward the distant Brotherhood-controlled facilities.
"If they did, they haven't found us."
MacCready nodded.
"And now?"
"Now we make sure they don't."
The commandos loaded their equipment into the vehicles.
Robert checked each group personally.
"Weapons?"
"Packed."
"Medical?"
"Loaded."
"Communications?"
"Ready."
"Ammunition?"
"Accounted for."
Robert looked around.
"Anything unnecessary?"
A few heads shook.
"Good."
MacCready walked over.
"What's the new mission?"
Robert lowered his voice.
"We're not abandoning the airport."
MacCready raised an eyebrow.
"I'd hope not."
"We're leaving because the airport isn't the mission anymore."
MacCready waited.
Robert looked toward the horizon.
"Sico wants the Brotherhood under pressure everywhere."
"Convoys?"
"Supply routes. Outposts. Communications. Isolated positions."
MacCready smiled faintly.
"So we're making their lives miserable."
"Without getting ourselves killed doing it."
"Even better."
Robert looked at the commandos.
"Listen up."
The quiet conversations stopped.
"Boston Airport is officially closed for us. We got what we needed from this position. From now on, we move."
He pointed toward the packed equipment.
"Take only what you need. We're not building another permanent camp."
A commando asked,
"Where are we headed?"
"New operating area. You'll get the details once we're clear."
Robert paused.
"And remember what matters."
The soldiers watched him.
"We're not looking for a big fight."
He pointed toward the distant airport.
"We don't need to prove anything to the Brotherhood."
Then he looked at each of them.
"We hit where they're vulnerable. We disappear. We move again."
MacCready nodded.
Robert continued.
"Make them wonder where we'll be tomorrow."
The commandos began moving toward the vehicles.
Engines remained off until everyone was ready.
Then the first vehicle rolled forward.
The team followed through the surrounding terrain, using the landscape to conceal their movement.
They did not take the obvious road.
They moved through wooded ground, abandoned structures and shallow depressions, keeping the vehicles separated enough that one discovery would not expose everyone.
Radio silence was maintained.
Only essential transmissions were allowed.
A driver whispered a question over the short-range channel.
"Clear?"
Robert answered.
"Clear."
Nothing more.
Behind them, Boston Airport slowly disappeared through the trees.
The temporary positions were gone.
The observation equipment was gone.
The tracks were difficult to distinguish from the surrounding ground.
The commandos had left almost exactly as they had arrived.
Quietly.
Carefully.
Without giving the Brotherhood a reason to look in the right direction.
MacCready rode in the second vehicle, rifle resting across his lap.
He looked back once.
Nothing.
No pursuit.
No Vertibirds.
No patrols.
Just the distant silhouette of the airport.
He turned forward again.
Robert was already studying the map.
The next operation had begun before they had even reached their new position.
Back at Sanctuary Hills, Sico remained in his office.
Another radio transmission arrived.
"President."
Sico looked up.
"Yes?"
"Message from Forward Settlement."
He listened.
"Sarah reports reconstruction is proceeding."
Sico leaned back.
"Good."
"She says the medical station remains busy, but casualties are being stabilized."
Sico nodded.
"And the northern perimeter?"
"Secure."
"Tell them to maintain patrols."
"Yes, sir."
The radio operator paused.
"One more report."
Sico waited.
"Commandos have departed the Boston Airport area."
Sico looked toward the map.
"Robert?"
"Yes."
"Good."
He turned toward the northern markers.
Sarah and Preston were rebuilding.
Robert and MacCready were moving.
The Republic's armies were not advancing yet.
But that did not mean the war had stopped.
Far from it.
Sico walked out of his office and into the main operations room.
Officers were gathered around maps and radio stations.
A logistics team was preparing another shipment.
Engineers were discussing reinforcement materials.
Somewhere outside, a convoy was preparing to leave.
The headquarters had no battlefield smoke hanging over it.
No wounded were being carried through its corridors.
But everyone inside understood what the quiet meant.
It was preparation.
Sico stopped beside the main operations map.
"Keep the forward settlement supplied," he told one officer.
"Yes, President."
"Make sure the medical teams get whatever they request."
"Yes, sir."
"And I want updates from Robert's unit when they establish their next position."
"Understood."
Sico looked north.
The Republic would repair the settlement.
Then it would reinforce it.
Then it would move again.
But this time, the Brotherhood would have to deal with pressure behind its lines at the same time.
A supply convoy might disappear.
A communications relay might suddenly fail.
An isolated outpost might find itself under attack.
A patrol might discover that the road it had used safely for months was no longer safe.
None of those actions alone would win the war.
That wasn't the point.
The point was to make recovery difficult.
To force Brotherhood commanders to spread their soldiers across too many roads, too many bases and too many defensive positions.
To make every concentration of troops a potential weakness somewhere else.
And while they reacted, Sarah and Preston would prepare the next advance.
Sico looked down at the map one final time.
"Keep the pressure on," he said quietly
Then the scene back to Preston and Sarah in the following morning, as settlement woke before the sun had fully cleared the horizon.
There was no siren.
No distant artillery.
No sudden burst of gunfire.
Instead, the first sounds were hammers striking timber and the low rumble of engines being started for the day's work.
The battlefield was already changing.
Where the previous afternoon had left shattered barricades and collapsed defensive positions, Republic engineers were laying out new foundations. Soldiers were carrying broken timber toward collection points. Mechanics had begun stripping damaged vehicles for usable components, while civilian workers cleared rubble from roads and storefronts.
Sarah Lyons stood beside the northern wall with a clipboard in one hand.
An engineer approached.
"Commander."
She looked up.
"How's the wall?"
"Main section is structurally sound. We're replacing about thirty meters."
"Reinforce the firing positions while you're at it."
"We can do that."
"And don't rebuild it exactly as it was."
The engineer smiled.
"I wasn't planning to."
Sarah pointed toward the field.
"Give the gunners better visibility. More protected firing angles. If they come back, I don't want us repairing the same weakness twice."
"Yes, Commander."
He walked away.
Sarah watched him join the construction crew.
The frustration was difficult to miss.
Some of the damaged sections had been completed only days earlier.
Fresh timber had been replaced.
New sandbags had been filled.
Roads had been cleared.
Guard posts had been constructed.
Now they were doing much of it again.
But nobody was stopping.
That mattered more than the frustration.
A farmer worked beside a Republic engineer, lifting a beam onto a damaged structure.
Two soldiers secured it.
Across the road, a group of civilians cleared bricks from the entrance of a shop.
The owner stood nearby, supervising the work with a broom in his hands.
Life was returning alongside the repairs.
Sarah turned toward the quartermaster station.
"What's arrived?"
The quartermaster checked his list.
"Three ammunition trucks. Two water tankers. Food supplies are coming in this afternoon. Medical equipment is already here."
"Fuel?"
"Six drums so far. More expected tomorrow."
"Spare parts?"
"Mechanics received two crates."
Sarah nodded.
"And construction materials?"
"Enough for the walls and barricades. We're short on treated lumber."
"How short?"
"About twenty percent."
Sarah thought for a moment.
"Request another shipment from Sanctuary."
"Already did."
"Make sure they know it's priority."
The quartermaster smiled.
"They know."
Sarah moved on.
Her responsibilities had expanded beyond the immediate battlefield.
The settlement had to recover, but Sarah was already thinking about the road ahead.
The Republic could not afford to spend weeks sitting behind repaired walls.
The assault had proven that this position mattered.
Now it needed to become something more.
A proper forward base.
A place capable of receiving reinforcements, storing ammunition, treating wounded, repairing vehicles and supporting the next movement north.
Sarah stopped beside a group of mechanics working on a Humvee.
"How's this one?"
The mechanic wiped his hands.
"Transmission's damaged. We can get it running."
"When?"
"Tonight."
Sarah raised an eyebrow.
"Tomorrow morning."
"That's more realistic."
She nodded.
"Make sure it gets done."
The mechanic returned to work.
Nearby, another crew serviced one of the Sentinel Tanks.
The tank had survived the battle, but its armor showed several fresh impact marks.
A mechanic ran his hand over one of them.
"She's lucky."
The crew commander shook his head.
"She isn't lucky."
He looked toward the settlement.
"We are."
Sarah heard him but said nothing.
Across the settlement, Preston was conducting his own inspection.
He walked between companies, stopping at weapon racks, vehicles and temporary barracks.
"Everyone accounted for?"
A company commander nodded.
"Everyone who can return to duty."
Preston looked at the roster.
"And the others?"
"Wounded. Some will recover quickly. Some won't be ready for a while."
Preston nodded.
"Make sure their replacements know where they're assigned."
"Yes, sir."
He moved to another group.
A soldier was struggling to adjust a damaged rifle.
Preston stopped.
"Let me see that."
The soldier handed it over.
Preston examined the weapon.
"Receiver's bent."
"I know."
"Don't fight with it."
"I can still—"
"No."
Preston handed it back.
"You've got an armory for a reason."
The soldier nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Preston continued down the line.
The battle had changed his companies.
Some squads were missing familiar faces.
Others had absorbed replacements.
Weapons had been lost.
Vehicles had been damaged.
Officers had been promoted because the people above them were no longer there.
Preston knew that rebuilding a unit wasn't simply a matter of putting the correct number of soldiers back on a roster.
They needed to trust one another again.
They needed to know who was beside them.
So he held briefings.
Company commanders gathered around maps.
Squad leaders reviewed their new assignments.
Veterans explained the terrain to replacements.
Preston made one thing clear.
"We're not staying here."
One commander looked at him.
"Once the settlement is secure?"
"North."
He tapped the map.
"This position is important, but it isn't the end of the road."
Another officer nodded.
"Understood."
Preston looked around the room.
"We've got a job to do here. Get the settlement secure. Get our people ready. Then we move."
The briefing ended.
Outside, soldiers returned to their duties.
The second day passed much like the first, but the settlement began to look different by the hour.
The damaged northern wall was rebuilt.
Then strengthened.
The eastern defensive gap was filled.
New firing positions were dug deeper into the ground.
Trenches were cleared and reinforced.
Barricades were rebuilt with heavier supports.
Guard posts received additional protection.
The roads were cleared of wreckage and debris.
Damaged buildings were repaired where possible.
Those too badly damaged were stabilized and marked for later reconstruction.
Civilians returned to their homes.
A shop reopened.
A farmer began working one of the fields again.
Children appeared outside once the soldiers declared the nearby streets safe.
A woman hung fresh clothing from a line beside a house that had lost part of its roof the day before.
It was almost ordinary.
Almost.
Soldiers remained visible everywhere.
Patrols moved beyond the settlement.
Scouts watched the roads.
Humvees circulated through the surrounding countryside.
Radio operators maintained contact with nearby Republic positions.
Nobody assumed the Brotherhood was gone simply because its army had withdrawn.
Sarah certainly didn't.
She spent much of the second day between the quartermaster area and the vehicle park.
"Water?"
"Enough for the next five days."
"Food?"
"Six."
"Medical?"
"Four days at current consumption."
Sarah frowned.
"Add another shipment."
"We can."
"Ammunition?"
The quartermaster checked the figures.
"Infantry ammunition is replenished. Heavy weapons are at ninety percent. Tank ammunition is eighty-five."
"Bring tanks to full."
"We'll need another transport."
"Get one."
She looked toward the fuel drums.
"Fuel?"
"Enough for the initial advance and reserve."
"Make the reserve larger."
The quartermaster nodded.
Sarah wasn't interested in leaving with exactly enough.
She wanted enough to survive the unexpected.
By the afternoon, the final shipments arrived.
Construction materials.
Ammunition.
Fuel.
Medical supplies.
Spare vehicle components.
Water.
Food.
The settlement's storage areas filled again.
Sarah personally checked the distribution.
Nothing was left sitting unused in one section while another company went short.
Preston meanwhile inspected the soldiers preparing to move.
He walked along the lines as equipment was loaded.
"Your radio working?"
"Yes, sir."
"Spare batteries?"
"Two sets."
"Medical pouch?"
"Full."
"Good."
He moved on.
At the vehicle park, mechanics finished servicing the Humvees.
Engines started one after another.
Tires were checked.
Weapons were tested.
Fuel levels were confirmed.
The Sentinel Tanks were inspected from tracks to turrets.
Their crews replenished ammunition and checked communications.
Preston stopped beside one tank.
"Ready?"
The commander nodded.
"Ready."
"Good."
He looked toward the northern road.
"Let's stay that way."
By the end of the second day, the settlement was ready.
Not perfect.
There were still buildings that needed extensive reconstruction.
Some civilian homes would require weeks of work.
But the critical infrastructure had been restored.
The walls stood.
The trenches were usable.
The roads were open.
Guard positions were manned.
Medical facilities were functioning.
Supply stores were organized.
The vehicles were operational.
The wounded had been accounted for according to their condition.
Those who could recover in the settlement remained under medical care.
Those requiring greater treatment had been evacuated toward Sanctuary.
The fallen had been formally identified and prepared for burial.
Sarah and Preston met beside the main gate just before departure.
The sun was low.
The settlement behind them looked almost peaceful.
Sarah held the latest readiness report.
"Security detail?"
"Enough to hold the position," Preston said.
"How many?"
"Two companies, plus local volunteers trained for basic observation and defense."
Sarah nodded.
"Supplies?"
"Enough for the garrison and civilians."
"Medical?"
"Fully stocked."
"Radio?"
"Connected to Sanctuary and the surrounding Republic positions."
Sarah folded the report.
"Then we're ready."
Preston looked toward the soldiers forming up beyond the gate.
"So are they."
The troops gathered.
Humvees lined the road.
Sentinel Tanks waited behind them.
Infantry companies formed around their assigned vehicles and marching elements.
Scouts moved ahead.
Radio operators checked frequencies one final time.
Sarah climbed into the lead vehicle.
Preston mounted the second.
Before they left, Sarah looked back.
The civilian leader stood near the gate with several residents.
Sarah raised a hand.
The leader returned the gesture.
"You'll be back?" he called.
Sarah nodded.
"We'll be back."
Then she turned forward.
"Move."
The first Humvee rolled through the gate.
Another followed.
Then the infantry.
The Sentinel Tanks came behind them, engines growling as their heavy tracks moved onto the repaired road.
Preston's formation followed in disciplined order.
The settlement gradually fell behind.
The Republic flag remained above the gate.
For two days, they had repaired what the Brotherhood had tried to destroy.
Now they were leaving it stronger than before.
The column moved north.
The character of the road changed quickly.
The first few miles passed through territory the Republic had already secured.
Then the signs of Brotherhood control began appearing.
An abandoned checkpoint.
Fresh tire tracks.
A ruined observation post.
A distant radio tower.
Preston's scouts reported each discovery.
"Possible patrol route ahead."
"Understood," Preston replied.
"Slow the column."
The vehicles reduced speed.
Infantry spread slightly.
The Humvees moved into positions where they could respond quickly.
Sarah listened to the report.
"Any movement?"
"Nothing confirmed."
"Keep watching."
The column continued.
They passed abandoned properties where vegetation had swallowed old fences.
They crossed fields scarred by previous fighting.
The road narrowed through a wooded section.
Sarah watched the tree line.
"Recon team ahead."
A scout responded.
"Clear so far."
"Don't assume it stays that way."
The commandos and reconnaissance elements moved farther ahead.
Behind them, the main force maintained its formation.
There was no rush.
The Republic was no longer defending a settlement.
It was advancing into enemy territory.
That required a different kind of discipline.
Sarah studied the map.
"Preston."
"Yeah?"
"There's an old service road two miles ahead."
"I see it."
"Have the scouts check it."
"Already doing it."
Sarah smiled faintly.
"Good."
The radio crackled.
"Forward command, recon."
Preston answered.
"Go."
"Service road appears unused. No visible positions."
Sarah listened.
"Check the tree line beyond it."
A pause.
"Checking."
The column waited.
Then:
"Still clear."
Preston gave the order.
"Move."
The Humvees crossed first.
Infantry followed.
After that the Trucks.
And laslty the Sentinel Tanks rolled across the road behind them.
The forest opened into another stretch of farmland.
The Republic column emerged into the open.
For a moment, Sarah could see the settlement far behind them.
It was already becoming smaller.
Smoke from the remaining repair work drifted above the rooftops.
Then the road curved.
The settlement disappeared.
Sarah looked forward.
The Brotherhood's territory stretched ahead.
Somewhere beyond the next ridge were their patrols, their defensive positions, their supply routes and their remaining strongholds.
And now the Republic was coming toward them.
Preston's voice came through the radio.
"Everything moving?"
Sarah looked at the vehicles ahead.
"Everything."
"Recon?"
"Twenty minutes ahead."
"Logistics?"
"Right behind us."
Preston gave a quiet laugh.
"Sounds like an army."
Sarah looked at the Sentinel Tanks moving steadily through the fields.
"It is."
The column continued north.
Infantry moved alongside the vehicles where the terrain allowed.
Humvees guarded the flanks.
Sentinel Tanks provided the heavy center.
Reconnaissance teams watched the roads ahead.
Radio operators maintained the connection between every part of the formation.
Behind them was a settlement that had survived because people had refused to surrender it.
Ahead was territory the Brotherhood still controlled.
Sarah knew the next fight could come at any time.
Preston knew it too.
Neither slowed.
The Republic had spent two days recovering from the Brotherhood's assault.
Now it was taking the initiative again.
The repaired settlement disappeared completely behind the hills, as columns kept moving deeper into Brotherhood territory.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
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