The trailer begins with a pelican flying to the medical station Angel on my Shoulder.

Ground Control: Four-Seven-Niner, this is Angel On My Shoulder, I need you to modify your approach velocity.

Pilot: Negative on the modify Angel On My Shoulder. I have injured onboard, requesting clearance to dock.

Ground Control: Look, if you try auto docking at that speed, you're going to have a lot more injured on board, Four-Seven. Throttle down.

Pilot: Requesting clearance to manual dock then. Patient is critical; need to offload ASAP.

Ground Control: What? No! Negative Four-Seven-Niner clearence denied. This station does not allow for manual dock. Throttle down or spin to a go-round. It's your choice.

Pilot: Negative on the go-round, Angel.

Ground Control: This isn't a military dock, Four-Seven. We're a civilian medical on loan to the UNSC. You try manual dock and you'll tear a hole right in our...

Pilot: Not of my call, Angel; patient is Level 0.

Ground Control: Level 0? I'm going to need confirmation on that.

Director Church walks into the [bad word] and places his hand on some sort of scanner.

Director Church: Angel On My Shoulder, this is Director Church. I respectfully request your assistance. Our situation is rather dire .

Ground Control: Four-Seven-Niner, you are cleared for docking bay 6. Manual control. Proceed with caution.

Director Church: I'll prep the patient.

Director Church leaves the [bad word] 

Pilot: Well, I guess so much for go-round.

Ground Control: I heard that, Four-Seven-Niner.

Pilot: Yep. That's cause I transmitted it.

The Pelican lands inside Angel On My Shoulder's docking bay. Director Church steps out to be met by a group of doctors. Scene shows the patient revealed to be Agent Maine wounded on a gurney.

Unknown Doctor: Greetings Director. Was that Agent Maine?

Director Church: We picked up his beacon. At least we know that system works.

Unknown Doctor: Do you know what happened?

Director Church: I know who will.

Cut to Washington following some doctors who are pushing Maine's gurney.

Unknown Doctor [bad word] on team we're losing him.

Washington: Can't you stabilize him?

Unknown Doctor 2: We're doing our best sir.

Washington: Is there something I can do?

Unknown Doctor 2: Sorry, sir; you're going to have to wait out here. Medical crew only.

Door closes behind the doctors locking Washington out

Washington: (sighs) Typical medic [bad word] 

Automated Voice: Paging Doctor Ross, please report to emergency . . .(Voice gets muffled)

Scene goes throughout the room showing the doctors removing Maine's armor.

Unknown Doctor 3: His vitals are falling. We need to stabilize.

Cut to Washington watching from a window above. Director Church stops in front of him and puts on a medic helmet.

Director Church: Agent Washington, status report.

Washington: Maine was injured sir. We failed the objective.

Director Church: How were two soldiers of your caliber possibly hurt by simulation troopers?

Washington: They... got the jump on us.

Director Church: Disappointing. But we'll deal with that after surgery.

The Director walks away.

Washington: Yes, [bad word] on buddy, hang in there.

The camera's focus changes to show York reflected in the window.

York: How is he?

Washington: Oh, hey man. Not good. He was shot in the throat. The medics said even if he survives he'll probably never talk again. How's your eye?

York moves from his leaning position and walks over to Wash.

York: Docs are letting me out tomorrow. Seems like a lot of people are getting hurt these days.

Washington: Yeah. Its just that everything seems to be moving so much more quickly now. The suits, the missions, and these - what do they call them? - A.I. things. York, do you think we're moving too fast?

York: The whole universe is moving too fast, Wash.

York removes his helmet, showing his face and eye injury.

York: I think we're just trying to keep up.