Georgia woke up her head resting against a buckled steel wall.

"How in the hell did Lung manage to kick me?" Georgia asks herself while getting up from the cratered floor.

Gunshots ring out below, peaking the battleship's curiosity.

Georgia walked over to the massive hole in the wall which was left by her dynamic entry.

A peak down below showed her a massive fire fight between what looked to be marines and German Stormtroopers. The dense fog surrounding the block was a rather interesting trick.

The Marines had been ducked behind cover as the constant never ending onslaught approached. The scarier thing was that some of the dead bodies got up and started marching again while others faded and reappeared at the edge of the fog.

"And that's when the dead men are marching again." Georgia mutters

The fight below was a desperate one and it looked like the marines could use fire support. A mechanical wine played as Georgia angled her turrets down before firing a secondary salvo at the edge of the haze.

There was a loud crack followed by a boom as the ground shook. The mist had been cleared away by the shockwave. Several of the clones were atomized while shrapnel riddled all who were not behind cover.

Georgia flinches as she sees one of the marines drop as a result of her broadside.

"I need to get down there." Georgia says looking below

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There was a massive explosion, either those girls needed to calm down with their shell slinging in that boss battle or that was just a gas explosion either way the Lance Corporal was hit.

Yet the cape was limping as well, it seemed the immortal had been damaged by the massive explosion.

"Maybe if we get another one of those we can finish him off?"

"Yeah, you don't say and pray tell where we're gonna get a gun that big."

"Big? That was maybe 5inches I mean the crater isn't even remotely large enough to be anything near 14 inches."

A Dull metallic thud is heard as a figure made a superhero landing in front of them.

Suddenly the street lights up with 20mm and 40mm tracers as the Nazi cape had his whole career ended by american bullets.

Those were the shots that killed the final cape belonging to Gesellschaft.

"Did someone call in for fire support?" Georgia asks standing up

The marines look at the battlewagon as she wipes concrete dust off of her battle dress.

"No! We had it Handled!"

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Georgia steps forward only to trip over her own feet after hearing that remark.

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Hanna didn't think she would see another warzone like this ever since she moved to the states and escaped the hell hole of the Middle East. Yet here it was an active invasion on American soil, and she was supposed to keep using rubber bullets? Hell no, the second they dropped in with the MG42s and the crab tanks she brought out the browning. That was how her contingent of PRT troops and herself managed to survive as long as they had. If only the Armsmaster was here Colin always had a plan.

The BAR barked to life again, throwing 30-06 down the street at the Nazi's and the massive 6 legged crab tank.

"Miss Militia! This isnt working, can you do any power bullshit thing to save us?"

"My power is guns." Hannah says

"No, like RPGs or anything?"

"Do you want to level a city block? I can get a mortar." Hannah says flatly

"We are going to die!"

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The music was playing above.

"HAVE NO FEAR THE NAVY IS HERE!" a voice shouts above before an AD-2 fully laden with bombs dropping the payload into the ground detonating.

The explosions taking out the walking tank and part of the wall they were using for cover, managing to shatter every window up and down the street.

Hannah looks out from behind cover to see a raven-haired woman land gracefully on the ground the compound bow in her hands is pulled and released spawning 3 miniature F4F Wildcats. The white jacket on her back had the label CVL-22.

"Looks like y'all could use a hand." Indepence says with a smirk adjusting her hat.

The F4F Wildcats were now circling above providing much-needed air support to the worn out PRT troops. They had silenced the guns of the Nazi grunts amazingly enough the PRT had none of the nazi capes on them; those were all dead by this point either by Merchant, Dockworker, ABB, Police, or Naval gunfire. Just because they were capes didn't mean they were bulletproof.

"How is it out there?" Hannah asks

"It's dying down. York was worried about you ya know? I'm glad you're alright." Independence says

"Casualties?" Hannah asks

"It's not been counted yet. It's not looking too bad as far as surprise attacks on Americans go." Independence says