"Permission granted," Copperhead said as the city grew ever closer. He could see the flashes of tracer rounds and lasers from this distance, but there didn't seem to be any Colossal Immortals anywhere. Suddenly, Four beeped out another warning.
"Warning. I'm picking up a massive Femto response coming from the south-south-east. It's another Colossal Immortal. It seems that they are trying to pincer Grace City and Bullet Works."
"Has anybody else shown up yet?!" Copperhead grumbled. "What happened to all hands on deck?"
"Currently, Bullet Works is missing two of its members, but ID tags from the south indicate that some members of the Western VII are approaching," Four said.
"Can you patch me in to BG?"
"Affirmative. Please wait…"
The comms scratched as the Brigadier General's face appeared on Queenie's monitor. His old, scarred face softened when he realized that help was on the way.
"Hey ho, BG!" Copperhead greeted. "The Iron Dragons are almost there. Do you guys have the fodder handled? We can help take care of the colossals headed your way."
"That would be helpful, yes," BG said as his cockpit was rocked by a burst of heavy machinegun fire. "Crimson Lord and Diablo should be here soon. If we can hold out until then, we should be in the clear!"