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M16A1:Persica!
...
Calling Persica!

Persica: Oh, yeah. I’m here.
Sorry. I was checking on M4.

M16A1:How...is she?

Persica: Everything is...going according to plan.
But that aside, RO didn’t see you do anything back in the database, did she...?

M16A1:No, I already had it sorted by the time she came out.

Persica: I see.. How are you doing?

M16A1:Humph. You’d better not tell me...it’s not too late to regret my decision.
But I do have a question. Let’s just say it’s some wild suspicion caused by instability in my neural cloud. Can you answer it?

Persica: Now that we’re here...ask ahead.

M16A1:Regarding Lyco’s death, I ran a search in Griffin’s database, and 378 reports stated that he died in an accident.
So I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on it...
Whatever he’s done, he’s already dead. Why do you still care?

Persica: Because his death was extremely suspicious.
Even if he did die, it couldn’t have been an accident...
Which is why I’m not buying it.

M16A1:Ha, who knew you can be so astute.
Are you really just a scientist, Persica?

Persica: Like you, M16, I’ve had some narrow escapes from death. Survival is a skill.
In any case, that thing is your target.
The commander will hold off S.F.’s attack so you can investigate safely.

M16A1:Investigate...that strange signal source...?
When on earth did you notice that?

Persica: When RO infiltrated the Sangvis mainframe and started searching for File No. 7...
I secretly conducted a multi-channel search on the network using RO’s neural cloud and downloaded an interesting file.

M16A1:I want to remind you that all files in the Sangvis mainframe are potentially virus sources...
Humph, but it hardly matters now, does it...

Persica: Even RO herself can neutralize that kind of feeble Sangvis virus, but that's not the point.
The reason I downloaded this particular file is because it's encrypted in a way that's completely different from standard Sangvis encryption method.
Therefore, this is a message. An invitation that promises anything but a fool's errand... You got the coordinates, right?

M16A1:Invitation...you say?
In all my days on the field, I've never received such an ominous invitation.

Persica: What? You're feeling skittish now that you've come this far?

M16A1:Even MY neural cloud can suffer a breakdown...
Especially now.
...Too bad...it can't be backed up.
All this experience...can't be of use for M4.

Persica: You seem to...think about her in everything you do.

M16A1:Yeah...
This is all for the sake of protecting M4...
This is the only order you've given me, and it's absolute.

Persica: I'm glad that you still remember.
She'll wake up very soon, M16.
If you move quickly, you might still make it in time to tell her goodbye.

M16A1:Nah, it’s fine. I don’t have time to think about what to say...
Better get on with it. That’s...the only thing I can do now.