Fettel: We were brothers..prototype commanders in the emerging field of psychic warfare. I was the favorite. I gave them what they wanted. I gave them blood. They say the synchronicity with my mother made me homicidal. He was the first prototype. His enhanced reflexes made him an unstoppable killer. When my brother found me, he put a bullet in my head. But our psychic link never broke..like a curse bound by blood.
Soldier 1: Answer the questions. We know you are the prototype. We know you killed your brother.
Fettel: Kill them.
Jin: Come in. Armacham is everywhere. I need help!
Soldier 1: Where is she hiding?
Fettel: Kill them, Brother.
Soldier 2: This is pointless.
Soldier 1: You can't save her. You're a thousand miles away, and when we find her, she's going to bleed.
Jin: I repeat. This is F.E.A.R. operative Jin Sun-Kwon. Anyone friendly to the U.S. military please respond. Fairpoint has been blown to hell. Armacham cleanup crews are killing everyone they find. I'm hiding in the Fairport underground tunnels. I can't make it out of here on my own.
Fettel: I agree we must escape. But for her?
Soldier 3: Let me go.
Soldier 4: Damn thing is rusted shut.
Soldier 5: It's no good on my end either. It's not wanting to budge.
Soldier 4: Why we always got to set up camp in the greatest shitholes of the earth is beyond me.
What? Repeat that last transmission.
Did you get it?
Hey, you there?
Where is he?
Soldier 6: We've got a hostile target. Nice work.
Man: Attention. Support units arriving. ETA two minutes. All squads prepare for receiving and integration of new support units.
Soldier 7: What's taking these assholes so long?
Soldier 8: Who cares? Just shut up and enjoy the down time.
Soldier 7: Get your fucking heads down!
Fettel: How quickly it all returns to you.