Story/Night 3-1 (Part2)/Script

[Arrived at the designated location.]

Makarov: Calling Mosin-Nagant. We've reached our destination.

Mosin-Nagant: Copy that. I've sent two T-Dolls to meet up with you. They should be there any minute.

Makarov: You're not coming? It’s your little sister we’re rescuing, you know.

Mosin-Nagant: (Forced laughter) All elite T-Dolls have been sent out to provide backup on the military’s request.

Makarov: Humph. All for show...
In other words, the T-Dolls you’re sending me aren’t very good, are they...?

??: Hey, they're over there! Hurry!
Oh, I see them! Coming!

Makarov: That sounds like...
(Sighs) Oh dear...

AK-47: Haha! Long time no see, Makarov!

SKS: So what important mission do you have for a combat expert like me?

Makarov: None. Screw off.

AK-47: Oh c’mon, don't be so cold. We're still seasoned veterans, okay?

Makarov: Sorry. We’re looking for infiltrators, not a pair of crazy Ivans.

SKS: Don't underestimate us. We didn't trigger a single alarm on our way here.

AK-47: ‘Cause we shot everyone who saw us full of holes, haha!

Makarov: ...
I still think we’re better off without you two.

AK-47: That won’t do. Nagant is our dear friend. We can't just sit here and do nothing!

SKS: At least let us do something. It’s not like you have anyone else.

Makarov: Humph. Khorosho.
Even bad students are students. I’ll make do with you.
Behave. If you don’t wanna be cannon fodder, you’d better obey my orders.