- In Bradberton's hard-locked safe in his office.
General Braxton: Look, Bradberton. I didn't fly down from D.C. to get jerked around. You either sign off on Project Cobalt, or I can walk right out that door.
John-Caleb Bradberton: This isn't like deciding what color bottle to pick for our next flavor, General. You're asking me to take my laboratories and my Beverageers, and basically turn them over to your team. I need assurances that my people and my facilities are going to be treated with the respect that they deserve.
Braxton: You and I both know that's a load of horse shit. Stop treating me like one of your... "soft drink competitors." I'm here representing the U.S. Military. I already told you you'd be well compensated. Now, cut the crap and tell me what you're really after.
Braxton: What? How the hell did you know about that?
Bradberton: I've been following the program ever since its inception, and I have to say that I'm impressed. The ability to keep a human in a state of veritable immortality using a machine? Now that's something that I didn't expect from the military.
Braxton: I always knew you were a greedy son-of-a-bitch, John. But the last thing I expected to hear is that you were afraid of death. If you know so much about LEAP-X, then you know it's in its infancy and there are a lot of kinks to be worked out. It isn't as easy as throwing a switch and suddenly you can live forever.
Bradberton: Stop trying to talk me out of it. We both know the enemy is developing chemical and biological weapons and that my Beverageers are the top organic chemists in the world. Our countries are in a race where no one comes in second, General. So you need to ask yourself: can you really afford to stand here and say "no."
Braxton: You had this all figured out before I even arrived, didn't you? Okay, fine. You want in on the LEAP-X Program, you've got yourself a deal. You know... maybe immortality is what's best for you, Bradberton. It'd be a goddamn shame to let that ego go to waste.