Man: This is Chopper Zulu Eight One. I can't see shit. Anyone have eyes on that target down there?
Soldier 1: Copy! We got eyes on him!
Soldier 2: Suppressive fire.
Soldier 3: Tossing grenade.
Soldier 4: Shit! Get down! It's him.
Lost the target.
Soldier 5: Above you.
Soldier 6: We've got a man down.
I've got visual. Dang it.
Soldier 7: Enemy sighted. Above you.
Soldier 8: Need support ASAP.
Commander: This is your Phase Commander. I want that biological freak disposed of now.
Soldier 9: There's somebody here. Keep sharp.
Soldier 10: Copy that, sir. I've got snipers in position!
Soldier 9: Spotted. Check it.
Soldier 11: All clear.
Soldier 9: He's dead. Shit.
Soldier 11: My whole fucking squad is wiped out.
Get out here!
Got you! Fuck you!
Shit! Don't come any closer!
What? Bring it.
Soldier 12: Get down.
Son of a bitch.
Soldier 13: Man down.
I'm in position.
[inaudible 00:03:40] the kiosk. It's him.
Soldier 14: Target acquired.
Soldier 15: Let's go, let's go. Move it.
Soldier 13: Come on. I've got a visual.
Soldier 14: Are you kidding me?
Soldier 15: Stay back.
Soldier 13: Advancing.
Soldier 15: Shit.
Soldier 16: Get down.
Stand out here. I got you now.
Jin: Come on, let's get going.
Man: Commander! Chopper Zulu Eight One en route, but I can barely hold on to her!
Commander: Your orders stand, pilot.
Man: Aye, sir.
I'm hit! Zulu Eight One is hit! I've got to bug out!
Commander: Negative. Eliminate the target.
Man: Yes, sir.
Jin: I'll try to stay in contact as long as I can. Just get to Becket. It's the only way we have any hope of stopping this.