Prophet: Twenty three years ago, the alien ceph invaded our world. We stopped them. I stopped them. But the CELL corporation seized the opportunity, stepping into the power vacuum, quickly growing in size and influence to the brink of world domination. CELL took us all by surprise...even me. They call me Prophet...and I'm the only one who knows what's coming.
CELL are not the real threat to our world. The most powerful alien--The Alpha Ceph--still lives. he showed me a glimpse of the future. He knows what drives me, what I believe. That being a good soldier comes down to one thing...to one single question. What are you prepared to sacrifice? Remember me.
When they came to me with the nanosuit, I sacrificed Laurence Barnes, the man I was, to become Prophet. When my own flesh and blood held me back, I sacrificed that too. Replaced it, like a spare part. Victory costs. Every time, you pay a little more. I saw a glimpse of what's coming...and there was nothing left of me to stop it. When the greatest combat machine fails, what do we do then? What do I do?
Hunter Three: CELL Five LCS, this is Hunter Three. Be advised...we picked up rebel movement through Dome West 33rd sanitary. Probably nothing but stay frosty. That son of a bitch you got is hella dangerous. Over.
CELL Five: Roger that, Hunter Three. We got it covered. Nothing getting on this boat tonight. Over.
Claire: Romeo One. Romeo Actual. Hardware extraction is a go. Bring it home.
Psycho: Woah woah woah woah woah. Easy. Friendlies! You remember friendlies?
Prophet: Psycho. Where's your nanosuit?
Psycho: CELL skinned me. Skinned us all. You're the last one. It's all about that suit now. Here. Take my backup. Dane, three to come out. Keep low. Move. Dane, Bandit. Make the diversion. Prophet, let's go. Romeo Actual, this is Romeo One. Initiating burnout. Over.
Claire: Copy that, Romeo One.
Psycho: We've got to get you in there. Inside the dome. There's a war starting.
Prophet: The Alpha Ceph?
Psycho: No. Remember those guys who shot you full of k-volts in Siberia? The guys who had yo in lock down for God knows how many years? The guys who tore the nanosuit from my flesh? The guys we were going to do the same to you? CELL? Those guys. Ah, forget it.
NAX: Warning! Nanosuit disembarkation in progress. All non-essential personnel must leave the area!
Psycho: That's NAX, CELL's security AI. Silencer on. We're walking straight through the front door. Surprise is gonna be our only chance--no one is crazy enough to give this a go. Let's do this quietly. They've got QRF teams on standby.
CELL Three: They've pulled everyone off leave for this guy.
CELL Four: Do you have any idea who he is? The guy in there is Prophet.
NAX: Warning! Threat level orange. Suit disembarkation in progress.
Male: Okay! Nothing there!
Female: I'll check it out.
Prophet: Cloak engaged.
Prophet: Cloak engaged.
Male 2: What's going on here?
Psycho: Okay. Let's move.
NAX: Warning. Power outages can be expected due to storm damage affecting the state power grid.
Bandit: Romeo One. Moving to target. Over.
Psycho: That was a bit messy. Maybe you need this.
Isaac: A bow?
Psycho: Yeah. Makes you an invisible, silent killing machine. Serious kit, this. You like it?
Psycho: Well that's 'cause you haven't heard the good part...carbon lasers mapped that bow to your nanosuit. It has enough kinetic energy to stop a rhino dead. With interchangeable heads, you can drop an explosive charge on any target. And best of all, you stay cloaked. You like it now?
Prophet: I'm coming around.
Psycho: Good. Now let's move out. Let's go.
Bandit: Romeo One. We've breached Foxtrot Four. Burnout prepped and ready. Over.
NAX; Critical threat! Sustained wind speeds exceeding operational limits along the east dome walls.
CELL Two: Actual, this is One Delta. Hostiles in Docking Area Two. Send backup now! This is way outside our remit.
Psycho: Make sure you keep it steady when firing.
CELL Four: Fucking invols. It's probably just rats.
Psycho: Nice one!
CELL Five: Listen up! I don't care who called it in. We have a job to do. Now get in position. Let's sweep this area clean.
Male 3: Get down!
Male 4: Get down! Fuck!
Male 5: We got a man down!
Male 6: Get him!
Male 7: Fuck!
Male 8: Let's go!
Male 9: Got your back.
Male 10: Lock him down!
Male 11: What is it? What is it? What is it?
Male 12: Close in on him!
Psycho: Ain't it the business?
Male 13: Canvass the area we last saw him.
Male 14: That fancy cloak won't save you, asshole!