Explosions from levels above shook the corridors of the bunker like an earthquake and sounded like thunder. An alarm went off somewhere and the voices of Magnus and Julius began speaking over the intercoms. Mithias cursed under his breath. They had been found and damnit it was day! It was probably his and Bedivere's fault too, leading them right to the place. None of that could be changed now however. More than likely, the vampires would be able to resist whatever assault Soldier could afford to throw at them. He had no idea yet what was waiting for them outside, that the Purge had come in full force, with enough special weaponry and manpower to decimate the vampire ranks. Additionally, they had their general, Kami. 

Mithias convened with the other oldbloods and headed to the hangar. Hale went with Ashlynn to show her the tunnel series that would take her safely to Kilo Point city, right under Soldier's nose. Apparently, Soldier hadn't discovered that exit yet. Julius remained higher up in the bunker base at the control room, running whatever mechanical or computerized defenses Magnus had. That vampire had a very strange and exceedingly useful gift, a control of machines and even computers. With that gift, his cybernetic body parts were probably also an advantage. Mithias had no idea how well the half-robotic vampire could fight, but hopefully, he'd never need to. 

A sizable horde of immortals filled the hangar. Mithias scanned the available weapons and vehicles Magnus had acquired, either previous to the war or afterward, then he gasped in shock. There, in the middle of the hangar was the aircraft that justified the structure. "409" written in white block letters on its sides and belly, Mithias' old hover-fighter jet was parked. It had a few burn marks and scratches, and someone had managed to dent its nose with a bad landing job, but it was the same craft, the Nightinggale. 

Mithias couldn't believe it. "Magnus!" He ran over to inspect the thing.

Magnus smirked.

"Magnus, you... You asshole! You stole my jet. ... How fortuitous." Mithias leap atop the thing and peered into the cockpit. "..." He shouted back down with a disgruntled frown. "There's ten minutes of fuel left!" 

Magnus shouted back, "What did you want? Valet!?" Then got into his Beast.

Mithias heaved a sigh and muttered to himself, "Bloody hell. Hmm, I can take off, but not much more than that. Perhaps it will still be an advantage." 

The doors opened and the army rushed out, counting on the element of surprise to escape the bunker without being blown up. The Beast roared forth. No way in Hell would Mithias have gotten in that ridiculous thing anyway. Not only was it high risk to put all the oldbloods in one location, but Magnus was driving. 

Destructive sunlight and a mist of deadly Holy water mist met the army, which mostly consisted of fledglings, stifeling their charge. A weaker one spontaneously burst into flames amidst his peers, but the rest got out rapidly. They surged for the Purge ground forces and took their shoulder cannons to the tank walkers. Mithias started up Nightinggale. 

Moments later, the black 409 shot out of the hangar a fairly unsafe speed. The high pitched cry of it's engines striking fear into anyone familiar with the sound. 8 mins.

Arching overhead, Mithias got a bird's eye view of the battlefield. He positioned the jet away from the peon vamps with rocketlaunchers and any Soldier fighters who may have had anti-aircraft and hovered a straife across a couple Shrine tanks. Missles fired, they exploded loud and dramatically aside the hulls of the shrines. Displeased that not enough damage was done, Mithias targeted the legs next, 5 mins.

One shrine fell, another was immobilized. 3 mins. The Nightinggale started to sputter and lose altitude. Alarms were blaring. Mithias was out of time. The craft was going to go down before the fuel timer reached 0. Fuck.

Aiming at the last shrine, he set the jet to fly with everything it had left, on a course to collide with the tank directly. G forces slammed him into the seat and at the last second, he pulled the emergency eject and propelled clear of the crash. 

Floating far from the battle, Mithias shook his head and cut himself free of the seat and parachute as far from the ground as he dared. That took care of the Shrines.