Paxton: We were brothers, prototype commanders in the emerging field of psychic warfare. I was the favorite. I gave them what they wanted. I gave them blood. They say the Synchronicity with my mother made me homicidal. He was the first prototype, his enhanced reflexes made him an unstoppable killer. When my brother found me, he put a bullet in my head. But our psychic link never broke, like a curse, bound by blood.
Soldier 1: Answer the questions. We know you're the prototype. We know you killed your brother.
Paxton: Kill them.
Jin: Come in, Armacham is everywhere. I need help.
Soldier 1: Where is she hiding?
Paxton: Kill them, brother.
Soldier 2: This is pointless!
Soldier 1: You can't save her. You're a thousand miles away, and when we find her, she's going to bleed.
Jin: This is F.E.A.R. operative Jin Sun-Kwon. Anyone friendly to the U.S. military please respond. Fairport has been blown to hell. Armacham cleanup crews are killing everyone they find. I'm hiding in the Fairport underground tunnels. I can't make it out of here on my own.
Paxton: I agree, we must escape. But for her?
Soldier 3: Negative command. The subject's still being escorted up from solitary. Copy that. Do you want us to pacify the subject before transport?
Soldier 4: Damn thing's rusted shut. It's no good on my end either. It's not wanting to budge.
Soldier 5: Christ, you didn't hurt yourself, did you? Whoa, what the fuck? Ah, shit, it's him! Did you hear me? Get down here, he's loose! Forget it! You're not getting out of here.
Soldier 6: Where is he?
Soldier 7: Behind those boxes!
Voice on speaker: Attention, support units arriving, ETA two minutes. All squads prepare for receiving and integration of those support units.
Point Man: What's taking those assholes so long?
Paxton: Who cares, just enjoy the downtime. How quickly it all returns to you.
Soldier 8: Pair of deuces on the board.
Soldier 9: Deuces?
Soldier 8: Ah, shit. He's loose!
Soldier 10: Get back, get back! Find some cover!
Soldier 11: Copy.
Soldier 10: Get down!
Voice on radio: Say again, Bravo two five. Who's loose? Bravo two five, do you copy? Do we have a breach?
Soldier 12: What? Bring it!
Soldier 13: The hell's going on in here, Oh, shit!