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-…eight… -This connects to the transmitter.
Why is this button blinking?
Tech: I estimate less than two minutes.
Why'd you bring us here?
(groans)
Clone Trooper: Sir, the engines are ready.
-Wrecker: No one cares! Keep movin'. -(Tech groans)
(laughs, kisses)
-Sorry, kid. This one's all mine. -(comm beeps)
(whispering) How many?
Echo: They'll do a forward-to-aft sweep. We can alternate corridors. Come on.
We have to find her.
(birds chittering)
We're soldiers, not arms smugglers.
Tech: Because this is our alternate egress off the cruiser.
-(bangs) -(grunts)
In our present situation, we need money.
Someone's here. This wasn't the scrappers' handiwork.
Hunter: Go!
Wrecker: Stop!
-Secure the perimeter. -Yes, sir.
Break away? You mean fall? All the way down?
Hunter (sighs): It's Crosshair, all right.
Too late! Run for it!