Woods: Noriega's plane is fucking ready to go!
Mason: Woods! Hit it with an RPG! Woods, Get on it!
Woods: Dammit! Multiple enemies! Ground level!
Mason: RPG! Second floor!
Hudson: Mason. It's Hudson.
Mason: Where the hell have you been? Hudson? Hudson? Hudson?
Hudson: We have confirmation on location of False Profit. Adelina Hotel, Room 225, move to secure. Hudson out.
McKnight: I have visual. Multiple targets outside the hotel. Leave them to me. You're clear.
Mason: 225's upstairs, 2nd deck, East side. On me, ready Woods?
Woods: Let's do it.
Mason: Secure him.
Woods: Give me a reason to blow your head off. Come on.
Noriega: What are you doing?
Mason: Sealing your reputation.
Noriega: This is not the deal. Call your boss.
Woods: Put your ass in the chair.
Mason: Hudson, It's Mason.
Hudson: Go ahead, Mason.
Mason: False Profit secure. Moving to extract.
Hudson: No, negative. Standby for new tasking. Objective False Profit has intel on a priority Nexus target. Escort him as PC to alternate location for prisoner exchange, more to follow.
Mason: Precious cargo, my ass.
Woods: Nexus target? Who's more important than this asshole?
Mason: I don't like it either, but let's just get this done. We're burning too much time.
Kravchenko: He even has people in the CIA.
Woods: Fucking Kravchenko! Remember what he said in Afghanistan?
Mason: There's something else going on here Woods.
Woods: The mission was snatch and grab. Then fucking Hudson gets on the radio, says that Noriega is not the mission. He's a hand off. He's a prisoner swap. And right fucking then I should have known and right then and there. I should have known right then and there. Like, what the fuck is wrong with me! What the fuck!
Section: Frank, just take it easy. Just take it easy.
Woods: That Hudson, I should have smoked him in 'Nam.
Mason: The bastards don't treat civis any better than in Nicaragua.
Woods: They're amped out of their minds on drugs.
Mason: Take them down. I'll keep the garbage in check.
Woods: Come on, you sick fucking bastards! Get out of here! Go back to your homes and stay inside!
Hudson: Mason, do you still have the precious cargo?
Hudson: Proceed to the Army checkpoint beyond the slums. You'll be directed to the Nexus prisoner exchange site.
Noriega: The slums are a warzone. I must be allowed to protect myself. Give me a weapon.
Hudson: Give him what he wants Mason. That's an order. Hudson out.
Mason: Damn it.
Noriega: What are you doing?
Mason: You asked for a weapon. You didn't say anything about ammo. Better for all of us if no one recognizes you. Now, move! Woods, take point. I'll keep Noriega in check.
Woods: US forces are pushing into the city. Invasion's in full swing.
Mason: We push north. Watch for friendlies and local non-combatants.
Woods: We got infantry all around! Stay in cover!
Mason: Take whatever route you can. Don't worry if we get split up. I'll handle Noriega, move on my go.
Mason: Don't fucking move, you piece of shit! Alright, let's go into the park!
Woods: We got heavy fighting on our left! Stay right of the dome!
Mason: Shit! This side's no better!
Woods: Push through! Don't get bogged down! Keep your head down and keep moving!
Mason: Which way? Which way??
Noriega: There is a church!
Mason: Push through the churchyard! Go! Our boys are pushing from the west.
Woods: Stay the fuck out of their way!
Mason: Come on, go!
Woods: Now what?
Noriega: There! Through the hospital building!
Woods: Come on Mason, I've had just about enough of this asshole.
Section: Did he out go out like a soldier? Don't you tell me that fat fucking slob took him out. Don't you tell me that!
Woods: It didn't go down like that kid. Noriega was a puppet. We're all just puppets.