Character: Clayton Pakowski

- Better late than never, troops. Need it out of here.
- Quieter. You were unconscious for several days. You even can not speak.
- My voice is my weapon. When I am silent, I am nothing... It's for me? People Chan?
- Take it. We need to get you out of here.
- I laid down their arms, captain. My brothers won't kill me.
- Maybe I wasn't clear? You think your brothers dead. You have the same objective as we do. You are ordered to find and destroy.
- So they should see me. To know that I am alive. They will forget about your mission and lay down their arms.
- That is, let them in and see what happens?
Yes.
- It was a joke? Irish, recker - cover the door.
- I'm serious! If we fight, it's over. I open the door.
- I can't let you. Listen to me: they will kill you as soon as I jump in here. You are alive through this door.
With this injury he can not even stand up. These talks is the concussion.
In this room, I am invisible, that is already dead. We are all dead. If I can't show my face and to reach out to their brothers without any fear, then I lost. I don't know where I... Open the door, Sergeant.