"Arrow, this is Shark 6. ETA, 3 minutes."
Less than a few seconds later, an answer came from the receiver in the cockpit:
"Shark 6, this is Arrow. The horizon is clear, we are waiting for you."
"Copy that. See you guys soon. Over and out."
Soon, as the pilots said, in three minutes, the devastated camp where the fight took place earlier came into view. They masked their surprise, as they aimed for the clearing in the middle of the devastation. The place that had been plowed by behemoths fighting was better than the rest of the camp turned battleground for landing. And, deftly, that was where the twenty meters long and seven meters wide dark aircraft landed.
At the side stood Davon, unsurprised by the time it took for their transportation to arrive.
