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I did have plans for CT-9904, despite his resistance to reeducation, but I am willing to make a few sacrifices if your misbehavior continues. Actions always have consequences. Sometimes not in the ways we imagine. Take her back to her room and restrict her access.

I wish the other clones felt that way about us. You may be defective CTs, but at least you're loyal.

Wrecker, drop him. Now.

- How can you be so relaxed?
- Oh, I'm preparing. I'm chargin' up before I charge in.

Hey, tracker. Keep eyes on the current. Sylar's got a safe house upriver somewhere. Find it. You, whatever your name is. Cover us. The area we're headed is extremely hostile, so always keep your eyes on the water.

Pabu was the first place that felt like a home. This way, a piece of us is still here.

Aww, sounds like Crosshair is grumpy.

I have a lot to make up for. I'd like to help out however I can.

Stow it, already. You got shot. It happens all the time.

You need a family, kid. They're good people. They'll give you the life you deserve.

What are you waiting for? Give the order.

You mean... hang? Over that?

- Not really our thing.
- Accolades.
- Yeah, we're just in it for the thrill. Yo!

You're an odd little clone.

Someone’s noticed our handiwork back at the crash site.

Time to release the wrecking ball!

I would not call transporting cases of nerf nuggets a mission. Nor is it a proper use of our skill set.

Loyalty meant something to me. But with the Empire, it didn't go both ways. I realized how disposable I was.

- Don't be naive. Every second we're here, we're at risk.
- Then quit wasting time complaining.

Oh! You mean I could punch our way out?!

Ships don't just blow up. We've been compromised.

Not sure what bothers me more. That he's wearing armor stolen off my men, or that his cohorts just left him here.

Plan 88. You have to hide. They're after Om-

Tell me, Wrecker, how exactly did you miss our ship being compromised?

Being a sniper is more than just looking through a scope. It's about patience. Reading the environment. And knowing when you've got eyes on you. They don't trust me.

- Are you okay?
- My left femur has been fractured by approximately kilograms of pressure, so... no.

These tanks all have the same weakness. The droids operating them. I'll draw their fire while you move into position. Trust me.

We're looking for a young girl. She was taken by an Imperial named Hemlock. Her name's Omega.

Echo, you're the eyes in the sky. Wrecker, draw the Zygerrian forces out. Tech and I will grab the kid.

She's kind of strange. I like her.