Justin felt relieved at the arrival of assistance, but had to bite his tongue in order to suppress a groan when Sam kissed Cam's hand. 

[i]Seriously? Now? When an elite squadron of attackers are right at your doorstep?[/i]

He shook off the thought, looking to his companion with a small smile.
"Right there with you." 

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A defensive barricade of soot covered trucks stood about about four hundred yards off from the now amassing Harbinger force. The helicopters had lowered themselves about fifty feet from the ground, a number of Harbinger troopers sliding down a portable ladder before the airborne vehicles perched themselves on rooftops across from the barricade. Their machine guns hadn't moved, which gave Justin a flicker of hope that they were just for intimidation; after all, how on earth could anyone salvage a gatling gun like that in this chaos, let alone make it work? Then again, the advanced tech of the Harbingers proved that one could easily construct weapons and armor of high quality given the right tools. 

Sam and Connor barked out orders to the rest of their squadrons, sending them around the trucks to the sandbags and other localized debris that would act as their first line of defense. Others were stationed behind the trucks on elevated wooden platforms with rifles at the ready. Justin and Cam found themselves in the trenches with the first wave of defenders(naturally), the pair armed with assault rifles given to them by Sam before they charged ahead(and a wink to only Cam...gotta give him credit for not giving up on trying to find a lady). They were instructed to not fire on the Harbingers until they made the first move, which they made after the Harbingers assembled in a straight, horizontal line. One in the middle, his chestplate a gold, almost yellow color gleamed as he placed a cone shaped device in front of his mouth, his voice bouncing off the concrete structures:
"I am Michael Southwright, commander of this platoon. I've seen too many of my men get murdered today and wish to avoid further bloodshed on both our parts. All we need are your two visitors. Once we have them safely in our custody, we will cease all activity and leave you be." 
"Why so generous?!" Sam shouted back into his cone shaped device, which was probably how they had heard his entrance music in the first place. 
"Because I'm a sensible man. I can see that our fight would be a fruitless exercise. We need both Justin and Cameron alive. There would be no chance of that happening if we engaged. Hand them over or we will be forced to open fire." He motioned to the helicopters, the machine guns whirring softly in anticipation. Justin's eyes went from Southwright to Cam, searching hers. 
"We can avoid a lot of bloodshed if we hand ourselves in..."