The Strain2014

[a click of a gun stops them in their tracks. Vasiliy Fet steps out of the shadows, aiming at Eph]

Vasiliy Fet:
Say something so I know you're not one of them.

Jim Kent:
You can put the gun down. We tried the door. Nobody answered. This is a legitimate medical emergency. We broke in to requisition supplies.

Vasiliy Fet:
Requisition, huh? You look like a bunch of looters to me.

Dr. Ephraim Goodweather:
We're from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Who are you?

Vasiliy Fet:
I'm a looter.