The mechasaurs flew off on their own ways, whatever their plans are unknown to the heroes and airmen of the base. One remained, and it made its way to the convoy of military personnel and their hardware. The beast screeched and glided ever closer by the second, until a shadow consumed the back of the mechasaur. Another screech, this one different, more predatory sounded in the sky. The clouds above gathered and grayed the morning sky. The clouds rumbled as they swole. Scarlet bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, licking the peaks of the Alps. The Thunderbird came down from the clouds, screaming bloody murder. The giant red and brazen mechanical sky god dive bombed the cybernetic creature. "That's how we do it. Down boy!" The operator said, the arrogant mercenary who first arrived earlier last night said within the comms. His machine was almost twice the size of the mechasaur, and it resembled a raptor, tumbling through the sky with a flying pteranodon in its claws...