Emergency Response

"Move, move, move!"
"What the hell is going on?"
"Port 7 just authorized launch!"
"Port 7!?  Oh hell, it's another monster attack, isn't it?"
"Yep.  North district, right in the middle of the park.  Two minutes before it hits residential zones."
"Kiddo's there again, isn't she?"
"... up yours."
"Hah!  Knew it.  Guys at base owe me twenty bucks.  Your sister's a freak, man."
"Shut up already!  It's coincidence, alright?"
"Bull.  Every monster attack within fifty miles, she's there before it happens.  She's working for THEM man."
"Up.  Yours."
"Betcha she's the one summoning them."
"She's been tested.  Five times.  Total negative.  She couldn't summon a hamburger and fries from a McDonald's.  So shut it already."
"Yeah, whatever.  I still say the tests miss stuff.  She's a freak, man."
"Don't make me turn this thing around."
"You wouldn't dare, they'd take the fuel outta your paycheck."
"... yeah, they probably would."
"Heh.  Okay, let's look for this thing... hope it doesn't take too long."
"Shouldn't be too hard to find.  If Kiddo's around, it'll be big."
"Oh?  So you admit it?"
"... look, you said the tests miss stuff, right?"
"Yeah.  So what is she?"
"She's a sensitive.  A canary.  A radar.  Whatever you call it.  She doesn't summon the things, she senses them."
"Aaaah, that's just an excuse."
"No, I'm serious.  Problem is, it's subconscious.  Kiddo doesn't even realize she's following a summoning until she's right on top of it.  Scares the hell out of me, but she doesn't mind.  She only gets big monsters for some reason, so it's not too hard for her to find a hiding spot and give Port 7 a call."
"So you think that it'll be a big one 'cuz Kiddo's nearby?"
"Yep.  Always is."
"Eh.  It's small enough that Port 7 only sent one chopper.  OH SHI... DODGE!  DOGDGE!"
"Whooops.  Hold on."
"What the crap!?  That thing's as big as my apartment!  Where the hell is our backup!?"
"Uh... we don't have any."
"What!?"
"Thaaaat's right.  I forgot you're a bit new here.  First time you've flown with me, right?"
"What the hell is that supposed to LOOK OUT!"
"Aggressive bastard...  It means I fly solo.  I've got a... unique style.  Makes it hard to be on a team with me."
"You're insane and you're going to get us effing killed."
"Quit whining and man the nose turret before big ugly down there nails us with a fireball... wait, hold on."
"I'm going to be sick!"
"Don't be a baby, I'm just trying to get some good pictures before we kill it.  I like the three-eyed dragon look this thing has going for it."
"Pictures!?"
"Sure.  I'm tired of my old screensaver."
"Put the camera down and fly!"
"Fine, fine.  I'm done anyways."
"You're insane."
"Just kill it so we can go home."
"Uh?  No way!"
"What's the problem?"
"The bullets are just bouncing off!  It's like it's got some kind of... fire... shield... thing."
"Hrm.... you're right.  It's screwing with the infrared, too.  Missiles can't get a lock."
"So now what!?"
"No big deal, we just go nuts and dumb-fire all the missiles at once."
"Woah!"
"Pretty, isn't it?"
"... that's why nobody teams with you, isn't it?"
"Yeaaaaah, I almost launched a telephone pole right into the team leader's chopper once.  Not my finest moment.  But yeah, I tend to generate a lot of... extra airborne debris."
"Is that a park bench?"
"Most of one, yeah.  Pretty good  airtime...  WOAH!"
"WOAH!"
"It's still alive!?  You've got to be kidding me!"
"Look, the shield thing is down!"
"Great!  Then SHOOT IT."
"I can't!  That hit took out the turret!  Use the freaking missiles again or something!"
"No good, I already fired them all."
"So, what?  Do we have to ram the damn thing?"
"... no, I think we just need to make a phone call.  Give me a sec."
"What the hell... is that a cellphone!?"
"No, it's a very stylish hand grenade.  Of course it's a cellphone, now shut up while I make this call."
"Oh hell, you're flying while yapping on the phone.  We are so going to die."
"Shut UP already!  Okay... pick up, pick up... bingo.  Hey Kiddo."
"What!?  You're calling her!?"
"Ignore the background noise, that's my idiot partner.  Yeah, yeah, last one quit.  Nervous breakdown again."
"Hang up and fly!"
"Anyways, I was wondering... whoops, hold on, fireball... okay, gone.  Anyways, I was wondering if you still have that little fifty cal I, uh... borrowed?  Sweeeeet."
"Fifty cal?  What the hell is a fifty cal?"
"Great.  Infrared's cleared up, looks like some kind of arcane focus on the third eye.  Think you can... woah, another fireball, one sec...  Okay, got it.  We'll laze it for you.  Twenty seconds okay?  Good.  Love you lots, talk to you later."
"What the hell are you doing!?  Get us out of here!"
"In a minute.  Hey, could you paint that thing with a laser for a bit?  Right on that big central eye its got?"
"Huh?"
"I've called in some backup, but she needs a laze to help her aim.  Hurry up already, this sucker's learning to lead his shots."
"Alright, got it lazed.  What the hell is your backup going to... WOAH!"
"Boom!  Headshot!  I owe Kiddo a steak for that one."
"What... what the HELL was that?"
"Hrm?  Oh, just a fifty caliber anti-tank rifle that, hypothetically, might have been removed from the Port 7 heavy weapons locker by an anonymous individual matching my description.  Fun to use, but a pain to set up and a mess to clean up after.  Kiddo's a good shot with that thing, especially with a laser assist."
"No way.  Rifles don't leave a burning line of freaking BLUE FIRE in the air.  And what the crap are those things floating there?  Runes?"
"Yep.  Well, those two are runes.  That one's technically a sigil."
"What the hell?"
"Yeaaah, you know how I told you Kiddo was a sort of 'monster detector'?"
"Yeah..."
"I kinda didn't tell the whole story."
"I figured."
"Buy you a beer if you don't tell anybody?"
"Screw that, the guys at base owe me twenty bucks."
"Fine.  A beer AND twenty bucks."
"Deal."
"You know, the last guy was a lot easier to deal with.  He'd just curl up and whimper a bit."
"Can't imagine why.  I'm going to break that damn cellphone."