Story/Normal 4-5 (Part2)/Script
< Story | Normal 4-5 (Part2)[Meanwhile, at M16A1’s hiding spot…]
M16A1:
Tsk…
I’m just about to retreat. Please tell me you’re not here to finish after 416…
…UMP45.
UMP45:
… ♪
I’m not buying that. Don’t you have two big killing machines in that case?
M16A1:
Oh, these… I don’t think they’re for you…
…What do you say?
UMP45:
…Ditto ♪
After all, I’m just on the way home after a job well done, picking up 416 while I’m at it.
M16A1:
Aren’t you gutsy. Operating alone when your squad isn’t that big to begin with.
UMP45:
9 alone is more than enough to handle this kind of trivial mission.
416 had worked her share so I gave her a holiday.
M16A1:
And her idea of enjoying a vacation is to break my legs…
(Laughs bitterly) You lot are one of a kind, 45. One of a kind.
UMP45:
Relax. 416 won’t kill you. She’s just a bit miffed.
M16A1:
I know. That’s why I spared her life.
UMP45:
I know. That’s why I’ll also spare yours.
M16A1:
Ha, what a bargain. Deal.
UMP45:
But you’ll be throwing away this life I’ve spared if you go back right now, M16.
M16A1:
…Oh?
Don’t underestimate 16LAB’s neural cloud technology. I won’t die so easily.
45, just what have you learned…from this mission?
UMP45:
Here. Come closer.
(Whispers) ‘It’s raining on the plain.’
M16A1:
Raining? Plain? …What the heck?
UMP45:
Communication logs intercepted through close-quarter infiltration from 1500 to 1700.
A total of 41,960 results yielded, including mentions of the fence that contradicts basic battle strategies…
If you’re interested, then take a look at this comparison chart. More importantly, see what she wants to do next…
M16A1:
Hey, don’t just enter replay mode.
Can’t you store some understandable language in that puny brain of yours?
UMP45:
Your creator might just understand what that means, you know.
M16A1:
What…did you say?
UMP45:
…Heheh ♪ Then we’ll be taking our leave.
If you run into your fellas at Grifon, just tell them…
M16A1:
That you got wiped out. Yeah, I know the rules.
UMP45:
Heheh ♪ That’s it. Till the next time.
M16A1:
(Sighs) I pray there won’t be a next time…
You scumbags…