Date: October 28th, 2019.
Location: Hong Kong's Shatter-Dome, Headquarters of the P.P.D.C.
Time: 08:13.
Pentecost's phone suddenly started ringing, the volume clearly not helping to sooth the tension at all. Pentecost walked out of the room and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Are you Marshall Stacker Pentecost?"
Pentecost recognised the voice as the British General, Sir Peter Wall. The aging general was serious as always, though he had the slightest undertone of relief in his voice.
Knowing to give such a high authority with the proper respect, Pentecost momentarily covered his phone to clear his throat and slightly calm himself.
"Yes I am sir. No offense, but why are you calling at a time like this? We are planning on sending one of our Jaegers to the Atlantic for support, but it is too far away for us to effectively stop any-"
"I know Marshall Pentecost, I know. But I have called to let you know that we do not in fact need your help…"
Pentecost's eyes slowly sharpened as he began to realise what the General meant.
"Sir, are you suggesting that-"
"Yes Marshall Pentecost, we have in fact been secretly building our own Jaeger, and it will be combat ready in only a few hours, so we may hopefully be able to avoid nuclear warfare or just waiting for outside help, so you need not worry yourself. We plan to defend our land ourselves. Now then, I'd hate to seem rude, but I feel obligated to see our Jaeger's completion, but don not fret, as I'll call back as soon as I can to give to let you know that everything's gone well. Goodbye for now…"
The general hung up the phone before Pentecost could even attempt to fully understand what he said. But despite being treated like an inferior soldier, Pentecost couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved that this seemingly near-hopeless scenario had improved greatly.