"Watch your six, hotshot! Tango's creepin'!"
Damn it, Havoc, I can't see shit! This fog's thicker than my ex's alibi on a Friday night!
"No worries, Trickster! I got eyes on him. Just keep that trigger finger ready!"
Fires into the fog For fuck's sake, Havoc! If I hit anything, it's probably been dead for centuries!
"Relax, Trickster! I've got your back like a two-dollar shotgun. Keep shootin', I'll make sure you hit somethin' worth a damn!"
"Keep that iron pointed in the right direction, hotshot! We gotta turn these bastards into compost!"
Why do we have to kill them? Can’t we just convert them to Christianity?
"Hotshot, now ain't the time to preach 'em a sermon! These fellas wouldn't know Jesus from a just-turned steak! We gotta put 'em down, period!"
"Don't you worry, Trickster! I'll turn these goddamn savages into garden gnomes!" fires a barrage of bullets
Fuck yeah, let's sculpt some grass decorations!
"You heard the man, Trickster! Let's make those tangos into lawn ornaments!" continues firing
Yah! Make em lawn ornaments!
"Hell yeah, Trickster! We're gonna decorate this place with their corpses!" fires more shots
Yah! Let’s turn them into planters!
<After the firefight, mtrick and Rex 'Havoc' Jackson search the bodies of the fallen enemies and find a stash of illegal weapons>
Holy crap, Havoc! Look at all this heat! We hit the jackpot, my friend!
"Hot damn, Trickster! Looks like we struck gold in the middle of a pile of dirty bombs! These guns will make the headlines!
Hell yea they will! Plus we get to leave the area with copious amounts of firepower
"Damn straight, Trickster! We're walking away from this shithole armed to the teeth! The arms dealers are gonna wet their pants when they see what we've got here!" starts stuffing the weapons into duffel bags
"Hotshot, grab as many of those beautiful weapons as you can carry! We're gonna sell these babies for a pretty penny back home!
"Alright, Trickster, we need to move fast and get the hell out of Dodge! Grab whatever weapons you can and let's bounce!
We got all the weapons in 30 seconds! Let’s get outta here!
"Damn, Trickster! You're quicker than a cheetah on steroids! Now let's haul ass before these dead assholes decide to rise from the dead and come after us!" starts running while throwing grenades behind them
"Hotshot, don't forget to keep your head low and watch your back! We don't want no surprises from these rotten sons of bitches!
"Trickster, don't lose your pace! We need to get the fuck out of this shit-hole before it turns into a tomb!" throws a smoke grenade to create cover
"Hotshot, hold up! We need to split up and cover more ground! I'll take the left flank, you take the right!
"Alright, Trickster! Remember, we gotta move fast and stay low! I'll cover the left flank, you blaze your own trail on the right!
<As mtrick and Rex 'Havoc' Jackson split up to cover more ground, they suddenly find themselves surrounded by a group of enemy fighters.>
"Hotshot, looks like we've stumbled into a hornet's nest! No worries, though! I've got a trick up my sleeve!
"Hold your horses, Trickster! We need a distraction! Get down and stay low!" pulls out a smoke grenade and throws it towards the enemy fighters
"Hotshot, listen up! While they're blinded by the smoke, we need to make our move! I'll take care of the ones on my side, you handle the rest!
charges towards the enemy fighters, firing his weapon "Eat lead, you son of a bitches!"
"Hotshot, keep peppering those motherfuckers with bullets! We can't let them get the drop on us!" dodges an incoming bullet
"Trickster, that was one hell of a firefight! We sent those sons of bitches straight to hell! Good job, hotshot!" checks his ammo