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Cole: Gas bags, 10:00. They're going to bring us down.

Dom: And what do we do kids? We aim for their ammo. Shit. We got a barge riding our ass.

Marcus: More Reavers.

Cole: Hey get your hands off my my ride bitch!

Marcus: Incoming, gasbags on the right. I mean starboard side.

Dom: Great looks like the whole grub air force is after us.

Marcus: Get on the turrets, and take them out.

Dom: Look out. Barge dead ahead.

Baird: Damn, that's a hell of a lot of fire power down there.

Cole: Are we in radio waves yet? Better warn Hoffman the grubs are coming.

Marcus: This is Marcus Fenix to Anvil Gate, over. Ah damn, I'm just getting static.

Myra: Foolish boy.

Marcus: Okay, that just ruined my day. Myra's back.

Dom: That beetle of hers must be turbo charged. She's too fast to target.

Marcus: I cant get a fix on her either.

Dom: You ever get the feeling she's just dicking with us?

Marcus: No, Dom. The fools like a pretty sincere attempt on my life.

Dom: There it is. Anvil Gate. Maybe we can make it.

Marcus: Shit, the bitch got us. Hang on we're going down. Baird, any way we can slow this thing down?

Baird: Oh it will slow right down, when we crash.

Marcus: Oh, man. Everybody is in one piece?

Cole: I'll get back to you on that.

Colonel: Hold your fire. Fenix, what in the hell are you doing here?

Marcus: There's a column of grubs heading this way. Colonel. Let's get out of here, and I'll explain.

Colonel: Okay, mount up. Get on the radio, and warn the Fort we've got grubs inbound.