While parts of buildings were being blown to pieces and circular war ships stormed through the streets and desecrate them, Fred flew through the midst of the havoc, battling man and machine. Although he was poor in hand-to-hand combat, it was a different case entirely when it came to the usage of machines, especially that of war machines. He landed in the midst of seven Heaven mechs and attacked them. He spinned in their midst and opened fire at them with the triple mini-guns and turbo blaster simultaneously. They received multiple hits and got blown to pieces. Fred then saw a legion of them coming towards him. They consisted of men, mechs, tanks, robots and war jets.
     " Shit!", he exclaimed and checked through his mech's attack system. He found the option which showed his modes of attack which were Armed attack(the first option and the one he was currently using), Melee attack(the second option) and Multi-purpose attack(the last option). He immediately picked the last option and his mech restructed itself into a combat mech.
     " Eat this you rotten bastards!", he yelled at them as he flew straight towards them while firing missiles, bullets and blasts at them. He was soon joined by some San Francisco's soldiers who were either men, cyborgs and robots, all fighting for a common cause, the hope of staying alive.
     Fred fought his way through the legion, wildly missing their attacks and spraying his own attacks at them. He shot down a war jet with his turbo blaster and drove his triple mini-guns into a mech before opening fire and killing the man that operated that mech. He missed a shot from a tank and threw the damaged mech, along with the disengaged triple mini-guns, at the tank before destorying the tank with the turbo blaster. His mech's right arm had a mechanical hand that produced a sharp blue heated blade above it. He shot missiles at some scores of the enemy and blasted his turbo blaster at a few tanks.
     Fred browsed through the attack system and attivated Weapon Accessories. Then his mech connected with two dead mechs beside him. His missile launchers disengaged while two triple mini-guns and the ammos of the two mech disengaged as well. Mechanical-like wires that once held the launchers hard-wired themselves with the mini-guns and their ammos and combined with Fred's mech. With two triple mini-guns, a turbo blaster and a blue-heated blade, he yelled and faced the remaining legion. He stabbed a mech with the blade, grabbed it and used it as a shield while firing at the enemy. The other soldiers followed right behind him, spraying their bullets, bombs and missiles at them. He became their leader, their last saving grace, their remaining hope, who lead them through the legion and fought bravely by their side. And even though every single one of them except Fred died, they were glad that they fought for the right cause.
     After Fred had defeated the legion, he looked back and saw the fallen men. The sight of them made his heart heavy and a smile which was curved upwards into a frown. He turned back and saw Kings and Queens Hotel five blocks away from him. He also saw five war ships heading his way. He sighed and flew towards them as well, firing like a madman in a frenzy. He brought two down with the mini-guns, blasted the engines of another and destoryed the power source of another with his blade. The last one shot off part of his right arm, forcing him to repair it with one of the triple mini-guns. The war ship then shot down his flight gear and made him crash behind a broken tank which later served as a cover. After calming himself down, he ran out of his cover and opened fire at the ship, using every weapon he had left. The ship also fired it's bullets at him, reducing his mech into a pile of rubbish and then fired a missile at him. He had ejected himself out with the bazooka just in time to escape the blast. He landed on the floor and fired a missile from his bazooka at the ship's power source. It first spinned in the air before blowing up into pieces.
     Fred sighed as he saw that he had only one round left. He ran into the hotel and came into the hallway. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Eve. He dropped the bazooka and rushed to her dead body. She stared into his eyes in still death, the knife still pinning her to the wall. He fell down on his knees and cried bitterly.
     " No... No... No...!", he cried admist tears.
     While he cried, an object suddenly appeared above the large city, blotting out the sun, covering the land in darkness. Fred noticed this, cleaned his tears, went back to the bazooka, picked it up and and looked through the window. There he saw the largest war ship he had ever seen in his life, much larger and longer than the Titanic or any city-on-the-sea ship. He saw a part of it readying a tiny yet energized missile and realised why the ship was here. He immediately pointed his bazooka to make a final assault on the ship. However, he was to late to see a smaller war ship firing a missile at the hotel. There was no stopping it. The missile hit the building and brought it down, making sure that large stones became Fred's grave. Then the larger ship fired it's missile at San Francisco. There was a massive explosion that shook the Earth, and after the dust had settle, there was no trace of San Francisco, as if the city had never existed. The remnants of Heaven soldiers entered the smaller ships and left, while the larger ship disappeared the same way it came. Thus, Heaven won the war, while there was no survivor from San Fransico, to tell the tale of the fallen city.