"Relax... it's a war on terror, we're not out to kill civilians. Extremists, lawless gangs, madmen." Armstrong takes a puff of his cigarette. "Of course, that would have to include you. Wouldn't want any eyewitness reports complicating the message!" Armstrong throws his cigarette at you, before walking away and getting into the mech.

Metal Gear EXCELSUS powers up, standing up and towering over you, letting out a powerful roar. With Armstrong piloting, it turns to you.