Clear this LZ, the Pelicans are right behind us.
Cover that doorway.
I don't think it's stopping. Get your heads down.
It's moving back to the carrier.
Marine, did I give you permission to bitch?
Marines, time to kill us a scarab.
Roger that, ma'am.
Saddle up, we're moving out.
Suppressive fire. Suppressive fire.
That thing is really starting to piss me off.
We got trouble.
When I asked for reinforcements, I didn't think they'd send a Spartan.