- The Jackal: You can't break a man the way you do a dog or a horse, the harder you beat a man, the taller he stands. To break a man's will, to break his spirit, you have to break his mind. Men have this idea that we can fight with dignity, that there's a proper way to kill someone. It's absurd, its aesthetic, we need it to endure the bloody horror of murder. You must destroy that idea, show them what a messy horrible thing it is to kill a man, and then show them that you relish in it. Shoot the wound, and then execute the wounded, burn them, take them in close combat. Destroy their preconceptions of what a man is and become their personal monster. When they fear you, you become stronger, you become better. But let's never forget, it's a display, it's a posture, like a lions roar, or a gorilla thumping at his chest. If you lose yourself in the display, if you succumb to the horror, then you become the monster. You become reduced, not more than a man, but less. And it could be fatal.
- [Something suspicious is heard or seen]
- Guard 1: Man, you really got the jitters.
- Guard 2: Hey, I'm gonna give *you* the jitters in second if you don't shut up!
- Guard 1: Calm down, we're all friends here...
- Prosper Kouassi: APR is the shit now thanks to you... and thanks to *me*!
- [the player is about to enter APR HQ to perform assassination facilitated by one of their own]
- Guard 1: All right bro, hand over the hard ware.
- Guard 1: [Winks, gives a thumbs up and lets the player enter while armed]
- Warren Clyde: I'll fly in on your location and spray the whole place with the defoliant. It'll burn away all the cover. Trees, plants, grass - everything.
- Warren Clyde: Sure, we'll lose it too. But so what? Who gives a shit - we don't need cover, right?
- Josip Idromeno: Long time ago, many years ago now, in country next door. Man sell me brand new car.
- Josip Idromeno: Turns out car is piece of shit - so *he* is piece of shit.
- Josip Idromeno: Find this man and kill him will you? Josip Idromeno is one customer you do not screw with.
- Prosper Kouassi: I also heard somebody was hired to come in and kill him.
- Walton Purefoy: Who, the Jackal? Guys an arms dealer, who'd wanna kill a guy like that?
- Oliver Tambosa: Mr. Greaves worries too much, he thinks of the people who rely on the water. But this is war time - suffering is unavoidable, eh?
- Nicholas Greaves: We have ascertained that...
- Prosper Kouassi: No! *I* ascertained! Me - Kouassi!
- Hector Vorhees: [Regarding a bottle of wine] All my mates have buggered off so I have only the likes of you to share it with.
- Addi Mbantuwe: [laughing] Ah, Vorhees! You are always so angry, all day, everyday that is what I like about you!
- Marty Alencar: [the player is attempting to rescue him] Back the fuck off man. I know kung-fu.
- Addi Mbantuwe: Seth Uniya is the worst kind of man in this world. He himself does not kill, but teaches others how to make roadside bombs. The world does not need men such as he, I am sure you will agree. The man thinks he is safe because he is a teacher. I seriously doubt he will survive the week. That is because *you* are on the job. You are going to walk in there like a big man and take him out. The UFLL can be very generous. Good money always.
- Prosper Kouassi: And no more medicine, eh? Too bad, so sad.
- Prosper Kouassi: Today you are being asked to blow things up. Tell me you do not love your job!
- Guard 1: [panicking] I wanna go home! Just let me go home!
- Predecessor: You know, Jackal, I realized something sad today. I won't be able to resist the man who comes after me the same way your men resisted me. So I'll protect your secret the only way I know how: by blasting it out the side of my head. I know you have plenty of bullets Jackal, but I'll save you this one.