We all exchange handshakes, hugs, and whatnot, feeling like another iteration of the class reunion.
But the reunion is abruptly interrupted by explosions and gunfire that come from...
...tanks bearing the logo of The Movement?!
I react appropriately, "You are all more than sus, trying to spoil our party like that!"
We all do our best to take cover in several buildings, but we realize we don't want to incur so much property damage that we would pay exorbitant fees later once the dust has settled.
Come on... let there be another deus ex machina situation where some advanced vehicle comes down from the heavens like manna!
And that deus ex machina situation comes from none other than...
"Gershwin?! How come you got a sweet ride like that?!"
"No time to explain! Just hop in!"
We all try to squeeze ourselves into this souped-up orange limousine, which bears the name of "Mikan no Ken", based on the decal on its front hood.