MADE OF FIRE

Transcript:
Gorev: Comeback Kid. One of my birds said you were looking for me.
Peck: You're goddamn right, I was. I need your security teams to prioritize these, these...
Peck: These fucking things! I've lost three scientists this week.
Gorev: Oh-ho-ho, slow down, William. Take breath. You sound like my son when he breaks toy.
Gorev: Now tell me what has happened. But in calm, rational voice. Like adult man.
Peck: Look. Infected, I can handle. Undead dogs? Sure. Crystalline men? No problem.
Peck: But these... these damned demon echoes.
Gorev: I have heard of this creature. It can summon friends to its position. Loud scream. Made of fire.
Peck: Yeah, well, one got the jump on Doctor Leonov while he was taking a leak. You ever see that? It summon a dozen "friends" while you're in the john? Custodial spent two days cleaning up what was left of him.
Gorev: What are you asking for, Doctor? What can I do to make you... "happy man?"
Peck: Just. Just have your men do sweeps for these Echoes. The Colonel has accelerated our delivery schedule for the warheads. We cannot afford any more delays.