Though they were across a distance of dozens, perhaps even hundreds of yards, they moved as almost perfect mirrors of one another. He also moved up the hill towards the mansion on his side, swift and silent and tireless despite the incline.

Upon reaching the wall, he wasn't quite agile enough to scale the wall all in one bound. But he was tough enough, strong enough, to catch himself halfway up, digging his fingers into whatever scant handholds the wall might provide. When necessary, he used his superior strength dig into the plaster a little harder to make more of a handhold. It barely necessitated missing a step in his ascent to do so, and within seconds, he was peering over the edge, left then right, poised to act at the first sign of any other bodies.

None so far.

On the Soldier's end, there would be a delay of two seconds as all of this was done and thought before the reply came. "Roger that, Soldier. Proceed."

And he would do the same - staying on the walls, for now, forcing his way into close quarters and close combat where the guard's black market rifles would be all but useless against his shield. But most of them would barely get a chance to fumble for their weapons before a flash of silver was the last thing they ever saw.

Bloodied but barely out of breath, he would meet the Soldier in the guard house on schedule.