Soldier 1: Hold it down.
Soldier 2: Get down
Genevieve: Good, you're still there. Listen, I'm picking up chatter from more of those Phase Commanders. They're taking Becket to West Tarmac. You have to keep moving!
Pilot : This is Chopper Zulu Eight One, I can't see shit. Anyone have eyes on that target down there?
Soldier 3: Copy. We got eyes on him.
Soldier 4: Keep moving.
Soldier 2: Get down!
Soldier 4: Target locked.
Commander: This is Phase Commander. I want biological freak disposed of, now!
Soldier 2: Copy that, sir. We have snipers in position.
Soldier 6: One, two, one.
Soldier 7: Fuck!
Soldier 8: Shit, down!
Soldier 2: Cover me! Come on, let's move! Drop, fuck
Go! Go! Go! Behind the railing.
Soldier 6: Shit, shit! Son of a bitch! Get back, get back!
Coming now .
Soldier 2: God dammit! Someone put him down! Fuck, get to cover. I said, someone put him down!
Genevieve: Come on, let's get going.
Pilot: Commander, Chopper Eight Zulu en route but I can barely hold on to her.
Commander: Your orders stand, pilot.
Pilot: Aye, sir.
Soldier 10: Man down. Shit, shit, shit.
Pilot: I'm hit. Zulu Eight One is hit. I got to bug out.
Commander: Negative. Eliminate the target.
Pilot: Yes, sir.
Genevieve: 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.