Man 1: I've been looking for--
Radio 1: Command! Bravo Two four! We got him!
Radio 2: All call signs, converge on Bravo Two Four's location east of the statue plaza. Exact coordinates transmitting. . .
Man 2: Everybody down! Grenade! Hit the deck! Take cover!
Go Go Go!
Man 3: Damnit! Someone put him down. You see that?
Man 4: I'm hit!
I'm hit! Fuck!
Man 2: Get down, get down!
Radio 2: Command, Charlie Six Eight, APC support inbound
Man 2: Behind the wall!
Radio 1: All squads, listen up! Higher-ups in Fairport want this asshole contained ASAP. Do not let him leave!
Man 3: Fuck, I'm pinned down!
Man 2: Squad, this way!
Man 3: Cover me!
Behind the table!
Man 2: I need help out here, cover me!
Get your fucking heads down!
Are you kidding me?
Man 3: Suppressing fire!
Radio 1: Move your asses. You've got to come this way!
Get back behind that cart. Someone get up high!
Man 2: Suppressing target!
Man 3: Move your asses.
Man 2: Copy. Moving up.
Man 3: Shit! Cover me.
Man 2: Man down!
Man 3: Enemy spotted. Eyes low!