Story/Arctic Warfare/E2-4 (Part4)/Script
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[......]
Architect: Jeez… Is playing hide-and-seek your only trick?
I just wanted to have some fun, but at this rate you’re gonna piss me off for real.
I’ve figured out the pattern of your movements, black shirts…
I can tell which outpost you’re gonna pop up at ten minutes later.
Humph, you’re in for a nasty surprise there! And you’re gonna regret pulling stupid pranks on me!
[Ten minutes later.]
[BOOM!]
Architect: Heheh! That shot must’ve been a pretty good hello!
Let me go and see how it worked!
[...]
Architect: Huh? Where are they?
Why…aren’t they here?
Gager: Architect!
Architect: Huh? Looking for me? Have you caught the AR Team?
Gager: You…
You IDIOT! Has your AI shorted?! Why did you leave the base?!
Architect: Hmm…
Chill. I’ve set up the defense program. There’s no way they could get in.
Gager: That’s not the problem! The T-Dolls have already gone around the mortars and run away while you’re out!
Architect: Whaaaaaat?!
That can’t be right! How would they know when I would set off?!
Gager: Did you power off the mortars when you left?
Architect: No, I had to corner them with the mortars and…
Oh!
So that’s why!
Gager: (Sighs)
Architect: Arghhh! Do you expect me to understand something this complicated?!
Gager: Never mind…
Return to the base immediately and go on red alert, do you copy?
Architect: Hey, how dare you order me around?! I’m your superior...
Gager: DO. YOU. COPY?!
Architect: Woah! A-Alright! (Runs)
Gager: …
We can’t let them escape…
I absolutely won’t have Dreamer belittle us again!
[Meanwhile.]
M4 SOPMOD II: M16, I’m running low on ammo!
M16A1: Same here! I’m out of grenades! What about you, RO?
RO635: (Throws) This is the last one. Save it.
M16A1: Thanks. I hope I’ll live long enough to use it.
M4 SOPMOD II: Don’t say such things! I don’t wanna die in a place like this!
M16A1: Just kidding. After all, we’ve almost made it through the night.
[...]
M16A1: I think Helian...is about to show the ace up her sleeve.
[...!]
M4 SOPMOD II: Gunfire! From allies!
UMP45: Did you miss me?
... ♪
M16A1: …
So it really is you...
UMP45: Do you still wish you’ll never see us again?
M16A1: Ha…
Business is business. That’s what you taught me.
UMP45: Exactly. Otherwise, I would never come to such a place…
Sadly…this is fate.
M16A1: It’s just an order, 45.
Hand me some ammo. I’ll pave the way.
UMP45: You think…I’d brought you ammo?
M16A1: Of course…
I don’t expect you to go in the front and eat bullets for us, minx.
[...]
M16A1: Grenade!
[BOOM!]
[Five minutes later, at the AR Team’s temporary shelter]
RO635: Is everyone here?!
M16A1: Phew… No one got left behind...
M4 SOPMOD II: So you’re the legendary 404, right?!
Have you come all this way to our rescue?
UMP9: Tee-hee, of course!
After all, we’re experts in night ops.
M16A1: …
I’ll give you that. But why hadn’t you contacted us in advance?
UMP45: Because there’s more than one Ringleader in the area. We didn’t want to alert the other one.
RO635: So it’s true…
Thank you for coming to our rescue, members of Squad 404.
HK416: Don’t bother, it’s just an order.
M4 SOPMOD II: Still… how did the four of you manage to fight against Gager?
G11: Uh…
It’s…no longer Gager alone.
RO635: Pardon?
G11: We’ve probably pissed off the other one as well...
RO635: UMP45, you’re the leader of Squad 404.
The situation is critical. Surely you have a plan to get us all out of here?
UMP45: I do have a few ideas, but…
We’ve fought off this round of Sangvis attack. Let’s leave the shelter first.
[UMP45 walks out of the shelter.]
HK416: ...
M16A1: Um...
M4 SOPMOD II: Ah, 416 is gone as well.
You know her, M16?
M16A1: Sort of…
But that’s not important…
RO, stay in command okay?
RO635: Ah…I will. I have the highest command efficiency after all.
M16A1: That’s not what I meant.
If you want every single T-Doll to make it home, hold on tight to your command…
Do NOT hand it over to UMP45, do you understand?
RO635: Yeah… I will.
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UMP45: It’s almost dawn.
Looks like you’re all set to go, Miss RO635?
RO635: …
How would M4A1 answer you?
UMP45: I’ve never met her, so I don’t know.
RO635: You’ve never met me either, have you?
UMP45: M16 told me you’re...a secret experiment.
I try not to stir up extra trouble so as not to jeopardize the mission, but I’m curious…
Are you willing to be...such a “thing”?
RO635: ...I don’t find it disagreeable for the time being.
UMP45: You don’t necessarily have to live in the shadow of M4A1…
Besides, her neural cloud isn’t particularly mature, so she probably wouldn’t have performed much better than you.
RO635: She managed to keep everyone safe in the last operation. That is something I definitely wouldn’t have been able to do.
UMP45: The point is, you two are different T-Dolls on different missions…
Why don’t you be yourself instead of someone else’s substitute?
Do you truly wish to protect everyone?
RO635: …
You don’t disappoint, UMP45. I have heard a few things about your squad…
To maintain efficiency, I’ll be in charge of the rest of the operation, any objections?
UMP45: None whatsoever…
I’m sure you’ll do a much better job that I, Miss RO…
May I call you that?
RO635: Sure, everyone does.
We just want to get out of here as quickly as possible, 45. Can I count on you for help?
UMP45: That’s the job Helian has given me. And business is business. That’s my motto.
RO635: Thank you. That’s all I need to hear.