Mack James is sipping tea and reading a local firearm magazine, but he can't seem to make out the Chernarussian language it is written in. He gets angry and smacks his radio out of rage, and the knob tunes to a frequency. He hears the conversation between Ryan and his latest mistress and slams down the PTT button, enraged.
"'If there's a time to be honest, it's now'..."
"Give me a fucking break. Sweetheart, you got bagged, but you sure ain't getting dragged. I'd be fucked if he gave a shit about your sorry ass. Do yourself a favor and get the fuck over it. Try not to hang yourself over the radio like his last one did."
He releases the PTT, but quickly presses down again, pointing a message towards Ryan.
"And Ryan, do me a solid and find someone you aren't gonna fuck over. Jesus Christ, you've had like five chances. Call me when you figure out why the fuck you can't keep one."
He releases the PTT, muttering "fucking bimbo idiots" as he flips through his magazine and takes more sips of his tea.