LC: Connor, Leon | MERCENARY, SHOTGUN UNIT 2ND DIVISION
HW*: Weigh, Henry | MERCENARY, SCOUT UNIT 3RD DIVISION
DB: Black, Darcy | A1 MINING OPERATIONS MEDICAL ADVISOR
KC: Chandler, Kaya, MD | INTERNAL MEDICAL PHYSICIAN
* Phonetics and accent have been recorded accurately to preserve tone.
started recording 1809 hrs LC: -d said "you've got to be kidding me". Single squads holding out on perimetres that, say, have about 10 breach points minimum? En masse? You couldn't make this shit up. HW: Yer' tellin' me. And- And how big er' these squads? Not even half a division, right? LC: About four to seven. Pretty strange distribution, no matter which way you turn it. HW: Barely 'ave a fuckin' gist of what we're pumping lead into. LC: Shitty pamphlet. DB: You don't know? HW: Nay. The crummy pamphlet just gave us sem' shoddy, nerdy description. Lotsa' fuckin' gobbledegook, shitty.. Nerdy words. DB: Shitty.. Nerdy words. Got it. If you want a shorter explanation from someone whos.. Seen more of it than most people, it's a fuckton of biological weapons gone rogue. KC: They aren't bio-weapons. Not all of them, genius. DB: Off my case, Kaya. They fucking might as well be, with how much they raise the BQ just by sitting around. Might as well be dead as soon as you shake their hands before they rip your damn guts out. HW: What? KC: Relax, relax. I'm trying to draw your blood, so sit fucking still. HW: Shit. My bad, lady. LC: You're yanking my chain. Very funny. This geiger counter part of the gag? DB: We take precautions, mercenary. You'll be wearing air filters, wearing special gloves, special equipment. It's tailoured for this, after all. HW: [EXASPERATED] You've ought to be fuckin' kiddin' me. DB: Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm fucking with you. Take the goddamn pills, wear the god damn geiger. LC: You're serious. DB: Yes. LC: Dead serious. DB: I'm not doing this. HW: And.. And our fucken' introduction was a goddamn pamphlet with some goddamn bullshit, printed and signed by some.. Fuck-wit, full of it? KC: Wouldn't.. Describe it that way, but-- Essentially, yes. You're stationing up against.. Radioactive monsters, to put it delicately. LC: [EXASPERATED] Radioactive monsters. HW: I'm... I'm very inspired with confidence that we're getting a mission briefing from the doctors giving us drugs made in the lab above us. DB: Below you, and.. Above you, yes. You still have this pamphlet? LC: Yeah, right here. DB: Couldn't have bothered to laminate it, or anything. LC: That's what you're fucking concerned about? DB: Priorities, mercenary. LC: Fucking hell, man. [PAUSE] DB: Seems they've failed to mention.. A.. Few things, per se. HW: Aye, maybe the fucken' part where we're druggin' and maskin' up to fight fuckin' aliens. KC: Not.. Not aliens, but- HW: Might as fucken' well be. KC: Okay. DB: Namely.... Some of the things in relation to specific biology. Pack tactics, natural gas, combustive material, combustive ability.. LC: Yeah, sure. Glad we didn't bring a dedicated EOD when we deal with that shit, man. Very fucking useful. DB: Let me finish before you piss your pants, yeah? I'm not done. HW: (He ain't done?) DB: You're fighting packs of coked up animals teeming with ionizing radiation. Of course I'm not done. Sort of missed the part where they peel your skin off, or eat you, or shock you to death. You know how electric eels work? HW: I... I ain't a biologist, so I- DB: Good. Because they aren't eels. You're dealing with packs of hungry wolves and reptiles that are crafty and have thumbs. HW: (Fuck's sake.) DB: So much for a briefing, right? Take the goddamn drugs. LC: Fucking hell. KC: Please. HW: Suppose we're a little too far down to pull us out now, aye? LC: Something like that. HW: Cheers, Connor. LC: Yeah.. Go fuck yourself, Henry. HW: Fair enouf'.
