[X]- THE DRONE: It's one of your own fucking troops! You can't believe it. This really takes the wind out of you. You can blame your lying eyes but you can see Brevet Private Lorenzo's holotag in your cranial processors.
[X]- THE YOUTH: Someone's son or someone's daughter. Just a kid. But they saw a shot and they took it. Damn brave. One terrorist won where armies could not.
[X]- THE ASSASSIN: A man with no name and a man with no face. You know the ENEMY's hand when you see it. You almost want to salute. Good game. Well played.