As you all make your way down through the building the D.U.N.K. operative that was on the roof slips off quietly, P.O.N.E. leading everyone down to the second floor of the building to watch from a safe vantage point.
*beep* He’s a slippery one. Mr. Mailman has all kinds of fun jobs, like intelligence collection, infiltration, and [REDACTED]…that was weird. Anyway! Don’t worry about video taping, I have a built in video and audio recorder! *beep* P.O.N.E. chirps playfully, pressing her face against the glass.
Ultramare watches the beast sail off with a small amount of satisfaction, giving the tentacle protruding from her chest a sharp tug, reminding her that it was tethered to her heart area. She lets out a muffled groan before collapsing to the ground, dwindling in size. The dying cells in her blood staining the street soon turn to a grey mush, the tendril splayed on the ground doing the same. You can see a D.U.N.K. operative slip in and pocket a few samples before the rest of the convoy appear.
"U-42, wake up…Wake up…"
"D-Doctor Dad?" Ultramare gurgles through clenched teeth.
"No, this is Doctor Chad. Doctor…Cain is currently unavailable as you would know, he’s been very busy," he says, pulling out a small device hooked to a high voltage battery pack, "we need to start directly treating the wound right away, you lost about 87.9% of your heart.”
"Touch me and I’ll bite you," she growls, struggling to her hooves, "no one touches me, unless it’s a small child or Doctor Dad."
"You are as stubborn as he is…I’m sure you know the implications if not treated properly. Speaking of which, you’re overdue for a mental evaluation, your patrols have been erratic, and you were late to today’s engagement."
"Bite me," she retorts walking towards the alley to the side of the building you’re all hiding inside.
The scientist attempts to go after Ultramare, stopping suddenly as he receives orders on his com device.
"If you need us you’ll know where to find us, keep your coms open in case of future kaiju sightings and patrol route data," Doctor Chad says, swiveling on his heels surrounded by D.U.N.K. personnel, making their way back to the convoy.
The Mysterious Mailman dressed in the D.U.N.K. uniform ponders a moment at the statement.
"She’s just short of a heart, but without you all she’d have none," he says before letting out a short laugh, "Hah! Alright, that’s enough sappy stuff from me. You might want to scoop her out of the alleyway, I gotta jet."
He slips off once more, a distant sound of an engine heard.
The soft thud of Ultramare collapsing in the alleyway is not as noticable.