MacBeth: Helluva day yesterday, huh?
Rodge: Yea...28 hours earlier
MacBeth: Welcome back, hope the skies were clear?
Blues: Not a cloud, until we hit Indiana.
Shepard: Church, good to see you again.
Sgt. Church: You as well, Sir. Shame it couldn't be under better circumstances.
MacBeth: Glad you're back, son.
Sgt. Church: It's good to be home.
Sgt. Church: This is Antonio Costa Ramos. He's from the Estrela Group.
Antonio: Boa tarde meu amigo.
MacBeth: Do you speak English?
Antonio: Sim, erm, yes yes, but mostly Portuguese.
Antonio: Church told everything to me on the plane, I'm sorry for your loss.
MacBeth: Thank you. Welcome to the team.
Shepard: We're expecting one more, right?
Lewis: Here I am, Brynn Lewis, transfer from RD HQ.
MacBeth: Glad to have you, shame you're here today.
Lewis: I know, but I'm here to pay respects.
MacBeth: Gentlemen, we are here, to remember the life of Clifford Sabre 2.0, honor his passing, and commit his body to storage...BZZZZZZZZZZ...BZZZZZZZZZZRT ZZZZZZZ CHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRR POW!
Rod: *Pant* *pant* *pant* What'd I miss?
Rod: Oh, God.Present
MacBeth: I know he was your mate, but it will get better.
Rodge: You think so?
Rodge: You ok, MacBeth?
MacBeth: Get the doctor, I can't feel my legs. to be continued...