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 . . .
. . . 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.
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.
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!
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!