USER K. Crenshaw: Hello? Hello! This is Captain Crenshaw of the Blue Rose Division number- fuck!
(Muffled struggling sounds)
USER K. Crenshaw: I need backup, now!
DISPATCH: Captain Crenshaw, your GPS locator is down. Do you have coordinates?
USER K. Crenshaw: (Grunting, cursing) I don’t- I don’t have time for that. Track my chip.
DISPATCH: Tracking now. Can you tell me what’s going on?
USER K. Crenshaw: The man with a mask, those details are in my mission file. Look, we messed up! I’m sorry, just leave us alone!
(Gunshots)
DISPATCH: Captain Crenshaw? Are you under fire?
USER K. Crenshaw: (Grunting, hitting the ground) Yes! Track my chip, hurry! He- (Inarticulate screaming)
DISPATCH: Captain! Please stay on the line while we track you. I’m dispatching a unit now. How many assailants are there?
USER K. Crenshaw: Just one, but he’s fucking- bulletproof or something! Shit!
DISPATCH: Only one? Captain, you have ten men with you-
(More gunshots)
USER K. Crenshaw: (Shouting) What the fuck? What the-
DISPATCH: Captain? Captain! Are you there?
USER K. Crenshaw: (Screaming)
DISPATCH: Captain, please! The recovery units are half a mile away.
USER K. Crenshaw: It’s not- It’s not a mask, it’s not a mask- Don’t send them! Don’t- (Gunshot)
DISPATCH: … Captain Crenshaw? Are you there? Have you brought down the assailant?
UNKNOWN USER: … recall your recovery unit. They won’t find anything.
DISPATCH: Sir! You won’t escape. You will answer for this-
UNKNOWN USER: I don’t think so.
(Raven cawing)
UNKNOWN USER: … time’s up. Recall your units if you don’t want them dead.
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