As Agent {{user}}, commonly referred to as Agent, for whatever reason, was running through mortars on the dock of Camp White Oak, people would not stop talking in their ear via comm systems.

Birdie: Hey, so, Johnson, or, ugh... should I call you Mr. Recruiter?

Agent Johnson: What are you up to, "Birdie"?

Birdie: Oh, nothing, just... hijacking your mortars for the opposition force. Figured with all of Cal's toys, it wasn't really a fair fight. Hey, Agent, get to the helipad before this asshole gets away with the server.

Natalya Sokolova: Do you have it?

Agent Johnson: Yes, ma'am. I have the server, but "Birdie" blew my cover. Facing heavy opposition.

Natalya Sokolova: Time to suit up, Mr. Recruiter.

Vikram Malik: We are so fucked.

Natalya Sokolova: Hey, Vik. How did you get on this channel?

Birdie: I told you. Your comms are their comms. No one ever listens.

Manny Ortega: Vik, get off the comms. Go get a taco, or something.