Man 1: Enemy sighted. All right, left.
Man 2: Get him out of here.
Man 3: Pacify the target immediately. Do not allow him to reach the H.V.E.
Man 1: Move. I'm hit.
Man 2: Eat that.
Man 3: Aim for he gas tank. Get your fucking heads down.
Man 2: What?
Man 4: What up?
Man 5: Take it.
Man 1: Everyone, eyes. On your . . .
Man: Shit, shit, shit.
Man 1: Get down. Shit.
Man 2: By the kiosk.
Man 3: Down now.
Man 1: Another one incap.
Man 2: We've got a hostile target. Eyes left.
Man 1: Need reinforcements. Son of a . . .
Woman 2: It sounds to me like Armacham wants Becket for the same reasons we do. They are looking for Alma, too. I can't figure out what their agenda is.
Man 6: Do you always need that woman to explain things to you, weakling? You are too far behind to catch your Becket now.
Man 7: Atmospheric disturbance imminent. Secure all checkpoints. Paranormal anomalies are expected. Stay in teams of two or more. Check in at regular intervals. Repeat. Atmospheric disturbance imminent. Secure all checkpoints. Paranormal anomalies are expected. Stay in teams of two or more. Check in at regular intervals.
Man 3: Hotel five eight. Target is approaching your checkpoint. Do not let him through.
Man 1: Enemy sighted. Target left.
Man 9: Office seven nine. We're reading ten plus tangos in ten seconds . . . [inaudible 00:04:00]
Man 1: Copy that, command. [inaudible 00:04:02]
Man 8: Requesting support. Command copies, all. Out. Choppers uniform three four from . . .
Man 9: They're everywhere.
Man 4: God. Son of a bitch.
Man 1: I got a visual. I'm hit.
Man 2: Get down. Son of a bitch.
Man 9: Fuck. He's everywhere. Everybody duck.
Man 10: Shit. All alone here. I'm hit.
Man 11: You are a weak, biological failure. We will see to it you are wiped from existence like you should have been years ago.
Woman 3: Shit, they're waiting for you. Look out.
Man 1: Everyone, eyes. On your right.
Man 10: Man down.
Man 1: This place.
Man 7: Some in position.
Man 8: I'm hit.
Man 9: Tossing grenade.
Man 11: Technology is superior. Frail little animal. Biological weakling. It is no use. I am more than enough to kill you. I will tear your weak little body to shreds.