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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.