Hasenpfeffer: Looks like there's only one more left. These guys managed to rescue another captive.

Blind Tiger: Sweet!

Neo Leo: Awesome!

Valley Winter: Let's not celebrate our victory just yet. We may have come so far from our previous rescues, but...I've a feeling we're not out of the woods just yet.

Eternal Star: Indeed. This war is far from over. It has only just begun.

Dirty Bomb: *enters the headquarters alongside Husani and Draft Resister: S'up, guys?!

Husani: We're back!

Hasenpfeffer: Dirty Bomb, Husani, Draft Resister! Glad to see you all made it back in one piece.

Draft Resister: Yeah. Especially since we brought a new face into the building.

Unnamed Desert Bighorn Sheep: *stretches while entering the headquarters* Man...now I know how waking up in an iceberg feels like. *looks around* So, this is your headquarters, huh? Looks a little…damp.

Blind Tiger: Yeah. Well, you’ll get used to it.

Unnamed Desert Bighorn Sheep: So…you all must be the Infurnationals I’ve been hearing. I gotta say, you all aren’t like the United States Army or any other armed forces. You guys are quite a colorful bunch.

Dirty Bomb: And we’re a BIG bunch, too.

Unnamed Desert Bighorn Sheep: Yeah. I can see that.

Draft Resister: Since you’ve heard of us, you probably already know what we’re going up against.

Unnamed Desert Bighorn Sheep: Oh, I get what you’re talking about. Which is why I’m gonna return those bastards a favor. *stomach growls* Oh…right.

Valley Winter: Is something wrong?

Unnamed Desert Bighorn Sheep: No. Nothing’s wrong. Just…I realized that I haven’t had my lunch yet. Long story short, I heard something rumbling in the middle of the Mojave Desert just when I was about to chow down. Turns out, it was the F.E.N.R.I. army with their large group of tanks. And they were heading straight for Las Vegas. Just when I was about to improvise something stung me. Next thing I know I started feeling a little woozy and then fell into a coma.

Hasenpfeffer: And after you passed out, they captured you and put you in one of the capsules.

Unnamed Desert Bighorn Sheep: Yeaah, that pretty much sums it. *points at Dirty Bomb, Husani, and Draft Resister* Fortunately, these three came and helped me out. *turns to them* So, I really do appreciate you three for getting me out of that mess. Thanks a ton.

Dirty Bomb, Husani, and Draft Resister: *salutes* Our pleasure!

Unnamed Desert Bighorn Sheep: Now…time I went back out there and kick some terrorist tail! *stomach growls again* …but first I gotta eat something.

Dirty Bomb: *approaches* Well, you can’t go to war on an empty stomach. One of our cooks can prepare a dish for ya.

Sandstorm: Awesome! Sounds good to me. Oh, shit! Wait! I haven’t even gotten to introduce myself yet! The name’s Sandstorm. Call me if any of your allies need a speedy recovery. NOW LET’S EAT! *dashes off to the kitchen*

Blind Tiger: Damn…bro took off like he heard the dinner bell ring.

Neo Leo: Guess missing lunch and being locked in that capsule for so long must’ve made him REALLY hungry.