[Within Nephilim's Blackhawk Helicopter, 9P.M. hovering over Centeral Roronora]
From the cabin of the aircraft, the HFF General, Silpheed, Tristan, and Maniae are examining the enemy aliens current movements.
Along with the still closing in, destructive giants encircling the city, the smaller Icemen are making their way into the remodeled basketball arena.
Tristan with his IceEye popped off to 2nd Stage, a sad blue aura, takes a polaroid picture, removes the undeveloped physical image, and adds it to his current small stack on the seating bench besides him.
Tristan: "They've been filing into the arena, but none have come out yet.
Do you think there are survivors making a last stand in there?"
Nephilim takes a few moments to analyze the situation and scan for important details to the scene, before answering his special officer's question.
Nephilim: "That could be the case, young Tristan...or..."
Maniae(confused): "...'or'?"
