Story/Emergency 8-4 (Part1)/Script< Story
Little Girl's Voice: Mama... will we really get to eat every day when we get there?''
Mature Woman's Voice: Of course, my dear.
We’ll be able to eat three meals a day, and we won’t meet any more of those monsters.
Little Girl's Voice: Yay! That’s great!
M4A1：What… is this…
What are these scenes that I’m seeing?
Calm Woman's Voice: They’re memories belonging to a certain someone...
Be quiet, stand aside, and watch.
Mess of Voices: Oi! Run!
Run for your lives! It’s an air raid! An air raid is coming!
Little Girl's Voice: Mama! Mama! Where are you!?
Old Woman's Voice: You’ll be living here from now on.
Poor thing, I feel sorry about your mother and father…
But you must understand, in this world… you don’t eat if you don’t work.
Girl's Voice: Mm… I understand...
Papa… Mama… why did things end up like this...
Flirty Male Voice: Hey, baby.
You pass by here every day and you look like you’re staring into the PMC camp.
Girl's Voice: ...I was just… passing through...
Flirty Male Voice: I hear there’s a PMC big shot in there, babe.
I remember… in the past there was a case where refugees were killed by accident? What a tragedy…
There are rumors which say that he might have been in command back then, hm?
Girl's Voice: …!
Flirty Male Voice: Of course, just knowing about that won’t do you any good.
But with this, however, things are different.
Girl's Voice: …!
But… I don’t have any money...
Flirty Male Voice: Hehe, well, money’s not the only form of currency in the world.
How about it, want to make a deal?
M4A1：A handgun…? Why… would she want something like that?
Calm Woman's Voice: For revenge. To take revenge... for her family.
M4A1：I don’t understand… her decision was far too rash. What was the meaning of doing so?
Calm Woman's Voice: Perhaps you cannot understand...
But… I can.
Soldier's Voice: Have you heard? There’ve been a few murders recently, all targeted at PMCs.
Means extra work for us.
Soldier's Voice: Hold up, miss. This is a restricted area. State your purpose.
Girl's Voice: I’m here to deliver bread, I’m expected...
Soldier's Voice: So it’s your turn to make deliveries today? Alright, get in there.
Middle-Aged Man's Voice: Hey, what the hell are you doing!?
Girl's Voice: You’re the Devil’s helper… so join him in Hell!
Mess of Voices: Found him! Shoot, he’s getting away!
Soldier's Voice: Did you get him? Go over and take a look, but be careful!
Soldier's Voice: Wait a minute… that’s... that’s the girl from back then!
Girl's Voice: ...
This should be enough, right…?
Lazy Woman’s Voice: Is that so… Something like that happened even in a place like that...
...You’re right, I’m guessing there’s still hope.
How about it, will you give me a chance? Just so happens my lab needs a volunteer...
M4A1：...That girl… what happened to her after that?
Calm Woman's Voice: Are you worried about her?
M4A1：I don’t know...
Maybe I’m just curious… about whether or not she really died.
Calm Woman's Voice: She won’t die, not before completing her purpose...
Who… are you?
Calm Woman's Voice: … You don’t remember?
We… should have met before...
[Sector S02, SF Command Room.]
Destroyer: Dreamer! What are you doing!? Griffin forces have made it to the command post!
Hurry up and do something those invincible aerial weapons of yours!
Dreamer: Don’t get excited, Destroyer. It’s not time to get serious yet...
Destroyer: Hah!? Our territory’s about to be taken!
And don’t tell me you don’t know how important this place is!
Dreamer: But this is your territory, isn’t it? It’s got nothing to do with me.
[Dreamer rises from her seat.]
Destroyer: Oi! Oi! Where are you going, Dreamer!?
Dreamer: Agent… has handed down new instructions. I ought to carry them out.
- sighs* What a pain. It seems I’m just going to meet someone, but I have to go...
Destroying something instead would be so much more fun.
Destroyer: That… that’s right! If you’re free, why don’t you help me out!?
That’s true. It seems it might be a little inconvenient to go out like this.
I guess I’ll have to dust off the doorstep, then…. You, come with me.
Destroyer: Eh? Me too? But what about the command room...
Hey! Wait for me, Dreamer!
Dreamer: Hurry, the cleanup’s about to start.
- quietly* At times like these… we need to have some bait...