Soldier 1: Down by the door.
Soldier 2: We're running out of shooters!
Soldier 3: God damnit, someone put him down. [inaudible 00:00:30].
Victor Six Eight: Command, Victor Six Eight. This whole area feels like it's going to collapse around us any second.
Man: Command copies. Victor Six Eight, your orders are unchanged. Secure perimeter while evacuation gets underway.
Victor Six Eight: Copy that. Are we sure there's enough time for all of us?
Commander: You will hold your position if I have to nail you to the wall. Be on the lookout for that escaped prototype.
Soldier 4: Got you now.
Soldier 5: I'm hit.
Soldier 6: Son of a bitch.
Commander: I know all about you. Born first son of Alma. An inbred, test tube abomination. A failed experiment.
Your childhood spent in the shadow of your cellmate, never knowing he was your own homicidal brother.