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.