A console at the side of the briefing room lit up.  Frankie's face appeared on the screen in all its horror as he opened up the base comm channel, ready to launch off on the mission.  "I've got two skyrangers loaded with marines and will be taking a third with a Paladin IFV on board to secure the perimeter of basecamp London.  While I'm there, I'm also going to be checking the energy flux coming from down the Thames.  Get yourselves organized and then we'll start the bughunt.  I'll be taking care of the tedious job of seeing to our defenses."  Frankie closed the channel and barked out orders to the marines boarding their skyrangers, idly picking up a scout buggy as he boarded his own plane.<br/><br/>The activation of the jet engines on the VTOL planes sent waves of heat distortion throughout the hangar as they slowly lifted off into the air, assuming a loose formation as they flew off towards their target, contrails decorating the sky in their wake.