Lupo: We lost them.
USS Command: You lost them? Damn! Management's run out of patience. We're going to plan B. Delta team, you're on your own.
Vector: Do we know about a plan B?
Bertha: All we need to know is we kill them. Right?
Spectre: Management seems nervous. Government forces ...
Man 1: I got shot!
Lupo: This will help.
Lupo: What the hell is that noise?
Vector: Sounds like a chopper. Extraction? Aww shit!
Lupo: Fuck. They're dropping MA-121's. Those things will come after all of us.
Vector: Umbrella's trying to kill us, too.