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Soldier 1: Get your bomb.

Man down.

I can't see.

Soldier 2: Get in there!

It's him.

Soldier 3: On the catwalk.

Down! Now!

Soldier 4: Shoot the fire extinguisher!

Shit. Are you shitting me?

I'm going. I'm going. Man down!

Get to cover.

Fucking hit.

Soldier 5: I got a visual.

Soldier 6: Go, sir.

Soldier 5: On the catwalk!

Soldier 7: Fuck. I'm blind.

Shit. Shit.

Man 1: Command, Whisky Five Four. The only units still on the ground are guarding the H.V.E. Everyone else has been evac'ed.

Man 2: Copy, Whiskey Five Four. Report back when Sergeant Becket is on board the transport.

Fettel: He is slipping through our fingers. Hurry, Brother.