BEGIN BATTLESCAPE TACTICAL RECORDING 2-4
Manta: Incoming fire!
Manta: There he is! Frag out!
Reginald: Why'd you set the fuse to delay?
Manta: D-did you see what just happened to Joe? I'm not gonna take a chance with an instantly primed grenade if I don't have to.
Blomberg: Get in here, Manta! Cesare is about to go upstairs to clear the house. We need to secure this floor.
Manta: Roger.
Xantalos: I hate to advocate caution, but watch out. The alien on the roof might still be there.
Hawkwood: No problem. I'll keep my eyes open.
Raganarok: You appear to have left one behind, Manta. I'll take care of him for you.
Ragnarok: That takes care of that. Moving up to scout now.
Cesare: I see one.
Doktorov: I do not see anyzing. Are you certain zat ze alien is around here?
Xantalos: Doc! Behind you!
Doktorov: *cough* *cough* In...my lab...ze neural recorder...*cough* Take me there...before you *cough* bury me...
Xantalos: Dammit Doc! Don't you die on me!
Doktorov: Don't you know? Death *cough* is...a medical condition. It...need not be...permanent.
Hawkwood: What the hell is he saying?
Xantalos: I have no idea.
Doktorov: I must go now. Kill zome...aliens...for me. *glurk*
Cesare: You will pay for that.
Cesare: Sayonara.
Blomberg: Did you just take one...alive?
Cesare: Sí.
Ragnarok: That is worthy of celebration! How about tea and crumpets on me after this tiff, what do you say?
Blomberg: Sounds good to me. This fight's not over yet, though.
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