Story/Night 7-3 (Part2)/Script

[Combat over. Right outside the factory.]

Negev: We got here sooner than expected. That’s some great improvement you’ve shown, Commander.
I knew I was right to choose you after the last operation with M4A1.
Now let’s finish the last step.

TAR-21: Negev, the Sangvis patrols will reach my position in 15 minutes. Can you draw them away?

Negev: I don’t have any hands to spare here.

TAR-21: If something happens to me, you’re dead meat. You know that, right?

Negev: Sure I do, so just sit tight.
“They” should be back any minute now.

Galil: Hey, Negev!

Negev: What the hell, so you did survive.

Galil: Ha, thanks to you.
But can’t you send someone more reliable to my rescue next time?

Micro Uzi: Hey, why are you being so picky about your savior? I didn’t even get a proper “thank you”!

Galil: Huh? If I hadn’t helped you get rid of the pursuing Sangvis units, you would’ve been in pretty deep crap yourself.

Micro Uzi: I only had them on my tail because I had to come save your butt! Why did I have to take on such a thankless task the moment I reported back for duty?!

Galil: Haha, well sorry, I’m not the kinda girl who grovels at somebody’s feet in gratitude just because they did me a favor.

Micro Uzi: I know that. That’s why I hate coming back! The whole squad is made up of unreasonable nutcases!

Negev: But you did come back.
Humph, guess you can’t find anywhere more suitable for you?

Micro Uzi: Tsk, that’s entirely your fault.
Especially you, Negev! You’re the craziest bastard of them all!

Negev: Doing everything perfectly isn’t my strong suit. I can live with just winning.

Micro Uzi: Seriously… Where the hell did you pick up this “get the job done no matter the cost” attitude?
Aren’t we all selfish cheapskates here?!

Negev: That’s enough. Since you’ve passed the test, get started on the next task already.

Micro Uzi: Hey, I didn’t say-

Negev: Tavor has run into some trouble. Galil and Uzi, go make some noise and draw away the nearby patrols.
Get it done in ten minutes. Chop chop.

Galil: Ha, that’s more than enough. Let me fix my hair first. The sandstorm...

Micro Uzi: Cut that crap! We’ve only got ten minutes! Get up!

Galil: Hey! You-!
Wait, there’s no rush-

[...Transmission ends.]

Negev: Now that’s settled.
All that’s left is the Sangvis Ringleader...
The Dummy that haunts the factory like a ghost...

Dreamer: Oh my… Whose Dummy are you talking about, young lady?

Negev: …!
Dreamer...
According to my intel, you should be-

Dreamer: Where should I be? I can be anywhere.
Especially when you need me to.

Negev: So you…are the formidable enemy that no one dares touch.
Have you been watching us the whole time? With your remote control Dummy?

Dreamer: Well, this is my backyard. I can’t let any outsiders sully it.
I could be wrong, but maybe you just happen to have stumbled in here by accident and now plan to run away with your tail between your legs?

Negev: Don’t go causing new trouble on the battlefield. That’s what my senior has taught me.

Dreamer: But somehow I get the idea that like me, you’re not a very good girl.

Negev: Indeed. I’ve always let her down and been a burden to her...
That’s why she’ll never forget me, the bad student who’s always full of surprises.

Dreamer: So am I also a surprise to you?

Negev: ...No.
A part of you will be. I’ll take my pick after the fight.

Dreamer: Negev. That’s your name, isn’t it?
This is the first time we talked, but...I’ve already grown quite fond of you...
So...can I eat you?