Bedford Station Recording
It's half-past. She's late.
No. Something's wrong.
Someone's coming. Look. Five of them.
It's a trap. Dammit, they've got us surrounded.
What do we do?
I'll draw them off. Give me a count of ten, then break for the treeline.
What? Dutchman, I-
There's no time. Good luck, A9.
10... 9... 8... 7... No! No! No, I'm not going back! I can't! I won't!