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Commander: Hotel Five Eight. Target is approaching your checkpoint. Do not let him through.

Soldier 1: Hear that?

Soldier 2: What's the latest?

Soldier 3: I got him!

I've been hit!

Soldier 4: Copy, moving out.

I'm hit! Fuck!

Man 1: Copy that, Command.

Man 2: Command copies all, out.

Man 3: Command Yankee Three Five. We are moving in . . .

[inaudible 00:01:04]

. . . requested inbound. Requesting support.

Soldier 5: It's everywhere! You see that?

Somebody get me the tourniquet!

Soldier 6: Got you!

Soldier 7: My whole fucking squad is wiped out!

I got a visual.

Get down!

Shit! Fuck!

Soldier 8: Shit! Shit! Shit!

Soldier 9: Need reinforcements.

Commander: You are a weak biological failure. We will see to it you are wiped from existence like you should have been years ago.

Jin: Shit! They're waiting for you! Look out!

Soldier 10:Nothing so far.

Target acquired!

Soldier 11: Target left!

Go in! Go!

Shoot the fire extinguisher!

Commander: Technology is superior.

You are inferior!

It is no use! I am more than enough to kill you!

I will tear your weak little body to shreds!

Biological weakling.

Soldier 12: Lay down covering fire!

Jin: Good, you're still there. Listen, I'm picking up chatter from more of those Phase Commanders. They're taking Becket to the West Tarmac. You have to keep moving!