>> Here follows a partial transcript of Red Team's first contact radio transmissions, ground zero, Vermillion Flux incident, Chicago, Illinois. Chicago VF incident dossier can be viewed here.
>> Sergeant Eric Armstrong
>> Corporal Robert Barnes
>> Private Anthony Dickson
>> Private Richard Evans
>> Private Roger Martin
>> Private Jesse McGurk
>>Armstrong: Keep an eye on our 6, Evans, we don't want that shit creepin' up our backside.
Evans: On it, sir.
Barnes: Sarge, what the hell is this red shit all over the place?
Armstrong: Dont touch it, I don't know what the fuck it is. And don't allow a goddamn suit breach, you know protocol, I don't want to have to put you down.
Martin: Did you guys hear that?
McGurk: Hear what?
Martin: I don't know man, sounded wet.
Armstrong: Stay frosty men, the shit's about to hit the fan.
Barnes: Contact, 12 o'clock!
Dickson: Holy fucking shit, how fucking big is that thing!?
Armstrong: Weapons free! Open fire!
(Sporadic gunfire. 12 seconds, uninterrupted)
Evans: Oh my God! Oh my God! (screaming) (KIA)
Martin: Where the fuck did Evans go!?
Dickson: It's coming out of the walls! The walls are alive!
Barnes: It's behind us too! What do we do, Sarge!?
Armstrong: Fall back, fall back!
Dickson: Our bullets don't do shit!
Barnes: Keep falling back, keep moving!
Armstrong: Blue team, come in, this is Red team, do you copy?
Armstrong: Blue team, we are up to our necks in Flux! Do you copy!?
(Explosion, far side of complex)
Martin: What the hell was that? Was that Blue team?
Barnes: Sarge, found an escape route! Complex map shows a stairwell, 25 meters that way! Takes us up to Lab Level C.
Armstrong: Fuck (pause) Level C.
Dickson: What's wrong?
Armstrong: Nothing, you heard him men, get to it! Martin, get the flame thrower ready.
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