Story/Arctic Warfare/E3-2 (Part2)/Script

[Small-scale Sangvis command post occupied.]

UMP45: Done. You can come in, RO.

[Fifteen minutes later.]

RO635: Report our status to Helian...
Hmm? Where’s 416?

UMP45: She…She’s gone on sentry duty outside for a change of scenery.

RO635: May I ask what…history there is between her and M16?

UMP45: Ah…
Nothing much. Just a little misunderstanding that they won’t let go.

[Meanwhile, at the resting spot.]

UMP9: Sorry, M16. 416 didn’t really mean it...

G11: No, she obviously did...

UMP9: (Punches) You Dummkopf! Are you even on our side?!

G11: Ow! I’m sorry!

M16A1: Haha…
It doesn’t matter. I know 416…
She has too many things pent up in her chest and loses it every now and then.

UMP9: Hmm…so you do know about us...

G11: Huh? I don’t! What are you talking about? About 416?

M16A1: Well...

HK416: Hey! We have a situation out there!

G11: ...

HK416: W-what is it?

UMP9: ...

HK416: Anyway, this is no time to talk!
Sangvis forces are moving in this direction. ETA in 20 minutes!

M16A1: Huh? That soon?! Have they sniffed us out?

HK416: Not sure, but this place isn’t safe anymore. Notify everyone. We’re moving out!