Adam: Step away from the console -- now!
Man 2: Help me...
Adam: Son of a bitch!
Prichard you still there?
Prichard: Where else would I be?
Adam: Patch me to Sarif. Now!
David: Adam, it's David. You got the Typhoon?
Adam: Yeah. but you were right about there being something more behind this. Because I've also got a dead "purist" in here with some pretty interesting cerebral implants.
David: Don't touch him. We'll need an expert to recover his neural hub, in case it's booby-trapped.
Adam: Copy that. what about Sanders?
David: SWAT's pressuring me to let them off them leash. Find him before they do and deal with him.