Story/Night 3-3 (Part2)/Script

[Entering the warehouse in which Nagant has taken refuge.]

Makarov: We’ve entered the warehouse. Now searching for our target.

AK-47: Found her. Over here!

Nagant Revolver: Ugh...
AK...47?

AK-47: Oh? So you’ve still got your brains with you. How many fingers?

Nagant Revolver: That was so fast no one could’ve counted! You’re confusing me!

AK-47: Makarov, I got the devochka!
But her eyes and brains seem to be damaged. What should we do?!

Nagant Revolver: What the heck?! I’m just groggy from sleep! I’m totally fine!

[...!!]

SKS: That noise...

AK-47: Oh? Sangvis sniffed us out so soon?

Makarov: They’re probably just probing around. They don’t know our exact location yet.

[...The sound of heavy mechanical units approaching.]

Nagant Revolver: Dammit! Enemy units already reached the warehouse. We won’t make it out!

AK-47: SKS and I will draw their fire. Take the devochka and run, Makarov!

Makarov: Acting all heroic at a time like this?

AK-47: I have no interest in being a hero, but I can’t just stand here and do nothing.

SKS: If you wanna repay this debt, make us look cool in Griffin’s battle records.

Makarov: ...
Unlike those star-spangled T-Dolls, I don’t like making big flashy moves.
But I’m not good at lying.
If you want to look good in the records, go back alive and write them yourselves.

[...!!]

SKS: W...What’s that explosion...

Makarov: ...Our last stroke of luck. Don’t waste it.