Radio: All squads: small arms fire has ruptured some gas mains and is affecting nearby power lines. Check your fire.
Radio: Hold on, we've got a problem here... Shit! Mains two through four are all reading red!
Soldier: What was that? What's your status? Target acquired!
Soldier: Get your fucking heads down!
Soldier: Can you see him? I need some help here! Cover me! Grenade! I'm hit! We're getting torn up! Get me some cover fire!
Radio: Command, Delta Three Two. We've got a major gas leak in Cell Block C, high risk of explosion. Please advise.
Soldier: Get eyes on the target!
Radio: Orders are to hold your positions until the subject is secure or pacified.
Radio: Delta Three Two copies. Out.
Solder: Target spotted! Shit!
Harlan: I gave you life! I molded you! Created you! You will fear me as you once did.