Ellis: Let's hunker down here until the drop-ships are gone.
Glenda: Grenades and ammo up on the second floor.
Ellis: Good. Load up. This might get a little hairy.
Charlie: Ellis? It's Charlie. I'm on my way. Where are you?
Ellis: We're holed up in the pub. But don't worry, we got it covered. We got a new friend here. He helped us out. Guy's a helluva fighter, Charlie.
Charlie: Get back to the hideout as soon as you can. And bring your new friend.
Ellis: We'll head out as soon as the skies are clear.
Martin: Dropship coming in from the west.
Ellis: Listen up. Let's hit these bastards in the street. Keep them away from the doors. Got it?
Here they come! Coming from the south!
Martin: More of them. To the south!
Glenda: I see them. They're moving in from the south.
Martin: Front door! Front door! They're breaking in!
Ellis: Shit! They're coming in. Watch your backs!
Glenda: Good shooting.
Ellis: Eyes up! Dropship incoming.
Stay out of the streets.
Glenda: They're moving in from the west. Son of a bitch!
Martin: From the west! Coming down the street!
Glenda: Love this guy already.
Ellis: Son of a bitch! Ravagers! Hit them in the doorway.
Glenda: They're downstairs!
Martin: I can't hold them.
Ellis: Just keep shooting.
Martin: Watch out.
Ellis: Stay out of the streets.
Martin: That's all of them.
Ellis: Good work everybody.
Glenda: The skies are clear. No more dropships.
Ellis: Now's our chance. Let's move!
Glenda: Right behind you.