Story/Night 6-2 (Part2)/Script

[Two hours after the escort mission concluded.]

FN-49: (Whimpers) It’s cold in here...
FF FNC, how are you doing on your end...?

FNC: Moi? I’m fine...
ACHOO!

FN-49: Are you sure you’re okay?
Do you still have any hot chocolate left? Want me to bring some over?

FNC: Non! Our mission is to guard the place! We mustn’t budge a single step!
We have to finish the mission and prove ourselves to that prick!
And I’ll be fine. I still have some chocolate since I’ve been rationing carefully!

FN-49: Heheh, even FF FNC is starting to be economical with food...
Good to hear though. Keep it up. I’ll be keeping an eye on you.

FNC: Humph, count on it! I’m NOT gonna let FAL belittle me!
What about you, though? Aren’t you scared being there on your own?

FN-49: I’m okay... It’s pretty bright here, and you’re keeping me company through the line...
If you can bear with rationing, then I can get used to being on my own...
Hmm...?
Whoa!! Who’s there?!

FNC: What’s wrong, 49?!
Hey, 49!

FN-49: I-It’s okay. One of our own...I think...

[The figure makes a “hush” gesture.]

T91: Please keep it down. Are you from Griffin?

FN-49: Oui, I’m T-Doll FF FN49 from Griffin. You’re...

T91: T91, a colleague of yours.
I’ve been undercover so far, that’s why you have no prior intel about me.
FF FN49, are you here on a rescue mission?

FN-49: Ah, well...I’ve been sent by my team leader as a bait to lure out the enemy ringleader...

[Pffft...]

T91: Oh, forgive me. Sometimes I just can’t help it.
What an amusing plan of action. What’s the team?

FN-49: Us? We’re Team FF, here to investigate the case of missing T-Dolls.

T91: FAL’s Team, huh... She sure is a reckless one...
But I’m afraid all your efforts so far have been wasted. Alchemist only targets elite T-Dolls.
Ask your leader to change her plan. I don’t mind being the bait if necessary.

FN-49: Huh? Are you sure?

T91: Haha, actually, I’m the perfect bait! Alchemist has her eyes on me, that’s why I keep having to switch base.
In return, I hope your team can provide me with some protection. After all, I plan on bailing some other T-Dolls out.
We have to help each other out on the battlefield, right? So, what do you think about my proposal?

FNC: That’s perfect, 49! We can go home once we catch Alchemist!

FN-49: That’s true...but let me check with FAL first.

FNC: It’ll be fine! Even that cold-blooded jerk has to admit that this is a bargain, right?

[Meanwhile, in FAL’s control room.]

Five-seven: FAL?

FAL: Oui?

Five-seven: It’s been two hours and we still haven’t detected any unusual enemy movements.

FAL: It’s only been two hours. Keep waiting.

Five-seven: If I may, I think you’re being a bit harsh on them, after all...

FAL: After all, they aren’t official members of Team FF? That’s just a matter of time.

Five-seven: Oh? You plan on recruiting them for real?

FAL: Expanding our business requires more manpower than what we currently have.
Besides, even though their specs can’t compare to ours, their vast experience in battle will still prove useful.

Five-seven: Like HER?
Do as you wish. It’ll make my job easier when there are more kids for you to order around.

FAL: Better work hard if you want to keep your position.

Five-seven: Humph...
You know merely keeping my position isn’t what I want.

[Click.]

Five-seven: Oh? A transmission from FF FN49.

FAL: I’m guessing this doesn’t mean the prey has taken the bait.

[Five-seven receives the transmission and listens to FF FN49’s report.]
[When the report is finished, Five-seven terminates the call.]

Five-seven: I told you, FAL. Your plans are always too presumptuous.

FAL: I’d normally call them “bold attempts”. At least this one has given us a new lead.

Five-seven: Then are you agreeing to T91’s proposal?

FAL: ...

Five-seven: Hey, FAL. Put the magazine down if you’re actually giving this a proper think.

FAL: As T91 just said, Alchemist only preys on elite T-Dolls, correct?

Five-seven: Oui, so T91 is the perfect choice for a bait.

FAL: Non, we have someone more suitable than her.

Five-seven: Who do you mean...?

FAL: Aren’t you an elite T-Doll yourself, 57?