"They'll be here within the day, Boss," Romario says. "Miss Chrome promised a rescue."
"That's good," Dino murmurs, unable to take his eyes off the window, staring at the terminal below. "How are they going to get to us? Will they have enough people to get rid of the infected, so we can get Reborn?"
"She didn't say," Romario answers. "I told her about the infected and the… misplaced man, but all she said was to stay calm and indoors because a team of Patrollers was coming."
"'Indoors', huh?" Dino sighs. "Alright, we stay in here unless the infected break the door down."
Which was unlikely since the security in the control tower was well thought out. Plus Reborn got his hands on some materials, so only something over apocalypse level might be able to make it inside from the first or second levels. If it tries really hard, that is.
They settle in for the wait, always aware of the infected throwing themselves at the walls and scratching at the tower. The noise they make is so loud, it drowns out anything else.
So when something does happen, it comes with no warning.
The window shatters and even as the Chiavarone throw themselves back and raise arms to protect their faces, they're aiming any weapons they carry at the intruder.
The body that slammed through the glass rolls to a stop and then lurches to its feet, shaking off broken glass and jerking its head around.
"That was so extreme!" the white haired teenager roars, decked out in a black uniform.
The next one to be launched past the already broken window hits the ground as well and also rolls to absorb impact. The teenager jumps to his feet and immediately starts swearing in outrage. He's also clad in the same uniform if a bit altered.
"You don't throw people off a fucking plane, you demented bird!" the silver haired teenager screams out of the window.
He gets a body thrown at him in reply.
The third to enter barely misses the second -only because the silver headed teen dives out of the way- and rolls before popping up laughing. The uniform is akin to the others, and Dino starts to slowly realise that these people are the rescue team.
The next two come in right after the third.
One is dressed in the full black gear and actually has a helmet on. He tosses more helmets at the others after he gets to his feet and they slip them on, the outside display coming to life and reading out their full names across the visor.
Lambo, Takeshi, Ryohei and Hayato apparently.
The other comes through the window just as fast as the others but lands easily without having to roll. They straighten up from a crouch, also without a helmet, and chuckles with a kufufufu as they rest their trident's end on the ground.
The sixth one drops in lightly after a few seconds, ending in a slight crouch like the one before, and straightens up as he munches on a bag of marshmallows that somehow survived the ride. He's also in the standard uniform but it's without an accompanying helmet and it's been bleached as white as his hair.
The last one misses the window.
There's a stunned pause and then the teens look at each other before racing over to the broken window to look down. Dino can barely hear the sound of an aeroplane flying off over the commotion down below.
"Six," a faint voice calls up.
"Son of a Hibari," Hayato hisses out. "That's cheating."
Then all of the newcomers are scrambling over the control panel to fling themselves back out of the window.
Dino and the rest of the Chiavarone stay frozen as the Namimori Patrollers wreak havoc below with a gleeful intensity. Occasionally they can be heard calling up numbers that steadily grow larger, and it's only when they hit forties does Dino realise it's a body count.
"Okay," Dino says slowly. "So… I think we're being rescued?"
"Should we help them?" Romario wonders.
"Fifty-seven!"
"Zombie without a limb is a half point!"
"I'm still winning either way!"
Dino hums. "No, no I think they're good."
They do end up un-barricading the door and stepping outside, but most of the infected are gone and those who aren't, the teens race for.
It's a close call but the black haired teen, who didn't bother coming through the window, deploys chains from his tonfa and that reach allows him the last point over Hayato, who ends up tying with the purple one and the white haired one – who managed second despite eating his sweets during the entire battle.
The others actually got distracted by arguing over what gives points. Apparently no legs or one leg counts as a third, while no arms or one arm counts as a half.
Dino watches, incredulous, as the winner then pulls a marker from his pocket and starts writing the word looser on the other teen's foreheads. The others grumble half-heartedly but don't seem to care – like they're too used to it to bother.
The aeroplane the Namimori teens came in lands on the runway then, revealing it to be a cargo plane – pretty small for its class but still more than enough for all of the Chiavarone. It circles around and lines up to take off again. Dino waits but no one emerges. Apparently the teens are the entire rescue team.
How is Namimori still standing?