[Epic: A Conclusion in a Hundred Parts. Boston.]
[After what feels like days, but is probably only hours, if that, the remaining Marauders start to realize that defeat is inevitable. No ship bearing goods or prisoners has managed to break through the mesosphere, and though exhausted, the two teams have gotten over the whole "aliens! surprise!" thing and started to pinpoint weaknesses.
Overhead, the man in the red metal suit has discovered how to pinpoint exhaust ports, power sources, and stabilizers. Slipping through defenses with body and focused weaponry, he's been hovering in the same place 50 miles or so above the airport, firing or moving from there.
His voice crackles over the comm.] They're starting to run. I've got one turning before he even gets here. [Firing acceleration as he zips off in pursuit.] Somebody tell me that we've got good news from NORAD, and they don't have anywhere to run to.