Man 1: You are listening, aren't you? I have seen your file. You are Armacham property. A rejected prototype. A failure. I erase failures.
Woman 1: Listen, I don't know or care which Armacham lackey you are. Just stay out of our way. We have a mission to complete. We've got to get to the base of the tower. We should be able to hijack an Armacham transport pod from there. Oh, Christ! This whole city is crumbling. Those sinkholes are opening everywhere. This has got to be connected to Alma. She's got to be close to birth.
Man 2: Command, X-Ray One Four. Grid Box Four Romeo clear. No survivors. Requesting evac.
Man 3: Command, Yankee Two Six. Grid Box Five Sierra is also clear. Pulling back to transports.
Man 4: Negative. Units under my command will remain until the F.E.A.R. targets are pacified.
Man 1: I will find you. . . failure.
Man 5: He has quite the distaste for you.
Man 6: We cut you. We stabbed you with needles. And we still are not finished.
Man 7: Target spotted. Initiating Phase Cast.
Man 1: Terminate with extreme prejudice. Be advised. I'm sending PowerArmor support.