Carnage's spies slowly appeared before their general, saluting before giving their report on Alexander's defenses and Inner City set up. "Jets, Destroyers, AND tanks. Lieutenant!" A soldier, not as geared as Carnage, but just as intimidating stood next to him in moments. "Sir?" He inquired, readily awaiting orders. To which Carnage spoke: "Get us the Mechanized Divisions of 106 and 304, airborne I want the Seraph Squadron and the Hell Singers. I also want artillery on site, minesweepers too, bring out the whole fucking package. I will not risk ONE life to them. I want everything here. Also, have we made sure any Undead infiltrators have been dealt with?" He asked after his rant, to which the Lieutenant proudly replied: "Yessir. All spies dealt with. I believe with this we now have the edge needed to win against Redblood." Carnage nodded solemnly. "I hope so..."

Later that day, the forces requested were amassing outside the fort. The sheer numbers alone would send shivers down the spine of any foe. Carnage smiled under his heavy helm as he ordered another unit request. "I want submarines to torpedo the destroyers. Send them to the depths and we can begin the assault on the fort, though they need to be safe, no doubt Alexander has depth charges guarding the units to ensure I don't succeed, but he won't stop me, nothing can, or will." Carnage looked to the city, now ready to wage the necessary war to bring humanity back to power.