Vulkan spoke into his helmet again.
"Salamanders! This is Forgefather Vulkan. Is anyone there?"
Instead of pure white noise, a static-y voice was heard.
"Forgefather! Where are you?"
"I am in a place called France. I seem to have been transported back in time! How can you hear me?"
"We were with you during the attack! Listen, we're within ten kilometers of your position, and we've got a Land Raider."
"Good. Get here as soon as you can." Vulkan walked over to Sniper, his massive boots scratching the tile floor of the airport. "Support is on the way, Brother, and they've got some transport. Enough to carry ten Astartes, which is perhaps fifteen normal human beings."