Jensen: Pritchard? Patch me to Sarif. We may have a problem here...
Sarif: Adam? Talk to me.
Jensen: This factory? Where the hacker's signal originated? It's got FEMA signs all over it...I think it's some kind of internment camp.
Sarif: FEMA? That's impossible! Half of our contracts are government issue.
Jensen: I know. But the soldiers who attacked us are here. And from the looks of it they've got access to some pretty impressive equipment.
Sarif: I better make some calls...Find out who's giving the orders, and get back to me.
Man: What the fuck are you doing? Orders are to pack up and pull out!
Man 2: Yeah, and I'm not waiting for that Ring Nocker to get back here with a forklift. Trust me. My way is faster.
See? Why carry 'em, when they can walk.
Man: Right. So why's he not walking out of here?
Man 2: Hang on. Hang on. Gotta be one of these buttons...
New orders from the Commander. He wants to see us before departure. Something about the Dutchman.
Man: The Dutchman? Great. You know what that means...
Man 2: Means a nice thirteen hour flight for us. At least we won't be working out of this dump any more.
Man: Yeah. But what about those FEMA rats? We are eighty-sixing 'em before we go?
Man 2: Nope. Orders are to leave 'em alone. But don't worry. They've got secrets of their own to protect. They won't be saying anything about ours.