Three massive Skyranger jets flew over the ruins of London, coming to a set of clearings amidst the rubble.  Heavily armed and armored marines spilled out of the front of the planes as their hatches opened, followed swiftly by Frankie, the undead lord of alchemy.  Frankie shielded his larger eye from the sun as he set the buggy down, watching the Paladin IFV follow out of the plane.  The Paladin was a powerful vehicle, reliant on tyres for its movement, but featuring a deadly B.E.F. 3890 Minigun mounted in its turret, giving it incredible firepower.  To the uninitiated, concentrated fire from the Paladin looked more like a death ray than any sort of firearm, and even an experienced observer would have trouble shaking the impression.<br/><br/>A number of bedraggled looking survivors greeted Frankie as he sent the marines to deliver needed supplies to the base.  He decided to watch the Marines for a few minutes to make sure nothing was going horribly wrong, as he revved up the buggy's engine and looked down a ruined stretch of highway.  It would be a fair distance to his destination, but supposedly the buggy was fast.