Story/Emergency 8-2 (Part1)/Script

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M16A1：Persica!
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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.