()||<BIN>9</BIN><黑屏1>0,10</黑屏1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>98</BIN><黑屏2><SE1>Battlefield</SE1><SE2>Gunfight</SE2><BGM>Campaion-58-3</BGM>:3rd Platoon temporary command post, outer rim of the Red Zone. +It's impossible to make out anyone within view; the ceaseless sound of barrages is the only proof that the battle is still ongoing. +The wrecks of three destroyed transport vehicles within the crater are producing thick clouds of black smoke.
NPC-Pan(0)<Speaker>Pan  Squad 2 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:We actually intercepted the American troops?! With our pretty much non-existent experience?! +I've got to write a ballad to commemorate this!
NPC-Ange(28)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Fighting isn't that hard. I'll teach you little by little later on.
NPC-Pan(0)<Speaker>Pan  Squad 2 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:You're awesome, ma'am! From now on, I'll do whatever you say!
NPC-Ange(28)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Rest up for five minutes while we wait for further directives.
NPC-Pan(0)<Speaker>Pan  Squad 2 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Yes, ma'am!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Several objects whizz past above them towards 3rd Platoon's battle position.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Explosion</SE1><震屏3>:<size=50>Get down!!!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>183</BIN><SE1>AVG_Cloak_Whoosh</SE1>:Anna pulls Alexander, who is the closest to her, down to the ground. Then, a powerful shockwave sends her rolling almost immediately.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:The world brightens and darkens. Dirt mixed with green crystal fragments smelling of rust and decay is sprinkled all over her head and body. +Someone seems to be shouting something. Anna glimpses a familiar figure, then darkness claims her...
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>632</BIN><黑屏2><回忆>:Command College. +Many portraits of renowned figures are hanging on the wall in the fourth floor corridor. +The fifth from the right is a female scientist—Martha Meitner, who "gained international fame for her groundbreaking achievements in Relic technology research.”
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Creep</SE1>:On this quiet afternoon, Anna hears the hiss of a spray paint can as she walks down the corridor.
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Hm?
()<Speaker>Tall Male Student</Speaker>||:amerikosi have no place in our school!
()<Speaker>Small Male Student</Speaker>||:Get the hell out of the NSU, pindosi!
NPC-Ange(24)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<BGM>BGM_23S_Crossroads_Warrior</BGM>:<size=50>What are you doing?!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_XXS_kick</SE1><震屏3>:Anna runs up to the two cadets and shoves them angrily aside. +Martha's face on the portrait is now a smear of black, and profanities are scrawled above her head.
NPC-Ange(24)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:<size=50>You assholes!!!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<震屏3><SE1>AVG_Punch_Hit</SE1>:Anna punches one of them right in the face. +The cadet freezes in shock for a second, then he returns the blow, and the three of them are locked in an all-out brawl.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Combat_Hits</SE1><controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=3%%delay=0.1%%range=5</controll_shake>:Anna takes a few blows before unleashing a flurry of punches on the two cadets, making them cower and back away. She glares at them with blazing eyes.
()<Speaker>Tall Male Student</Speaker>||:You assault your fellow cadets over a portrait of some pindosi bitch?!
NPC-Ange(23)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Ha. And you take your anger out on a portrait just because you don't have the balls to fight on the battlefield?
()<Speaker>Tall Male Student</Speaker>||:Херня! I'm gonna go out there and kill her right now!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The cadet suddenly spots a figure in his peripheral vision. He looks up.
()<Speaker>Small Male Student</Speaker>||:I-I-Instructor Ra-Ramzan?!
()<Speaker>Tall Male Student</Speaker>||:Run! That's her brother!
()<Speaker>Small Male Student</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>RunStep</SE1>:The two cadets sprint down the corridor and disappear like the wind. +Ramzan is standing silently at the end of the corridor, his eyes dark and flat.
()||<黑点1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑点2><BIN>630</BIN><SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Anna spits out a gob of blood angrily and dusts herself off. +The tall, straight-backed instructor finally walks up to her.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:You saw the whole thing, then?
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:I've got to say, you fight like a gorilla drunk on vodka.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Ha, well, sorry for embarrassing you, Combat Instructor.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna turns to leave.
()||<黑点1><SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||<黑点2><BIN>631</BIN>:Stop right there.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna keeps walking without looking at Ramzan.
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:<size=50>Anna Viktorovna Tsoi!</size>
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:What, are you going to give a personal demonstration on how to fight properly because I was so bad, Instructor? Right here?
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:Take the portrait down. Martha Meitner's.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Anna whirls around.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Ramzan, are you human?!
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:I'm a Soviet, without a doubt. +What about you?
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:What kind of Soviet? The kind that cower in the safety of this school and can only gloat by defacing portraits?
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:She is an American researcher of Relic tech. What is your nationality?
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:I don't need to prove anything to you.
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:You need to prove it to yourself. +Take it down, or... take that off.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Ramzan points first at the portrait, then at Anna's cadet armband.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:You have no right!
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:I will never let someone who doesn't know which side they're on go on the battlefield.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:You're the one who doesn't know!
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:Are you taking it down or not?
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:...You just don't want me out there.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Ramzan gazes at Anna coldly.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Are you scared that I'd outrank you one day? +You've always been like this. Back in Beslan—
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:How dare you bring up Beslan?! +My brother is dead, but you live. +Anna Tsoi, why wasn't it you who died that day?!
()<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Creep</SE1>:...!!
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN><SE1>Heartbeat</SE1>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<关闭蒙版><睁眼><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM><SE1>AVG_Creep</SE1><BIN>98</BIN><SE1>AVG_Tinnitus</SE1>:Anna can feel herself being dragged along. Her head is spinning as if she had downed a whole bottle of vodka.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||<BGM>BGM_23S_War_Sacrifice</BGM>:<size=50>Ma'am? Ma'am!</size>
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Are you... trying to shake me to death...? Promotion?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna's ears keep buzzing. She retches twice, but nothing comes out.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Alexander rolls his eyes and lets go of Anna. He offers her a transparent pack labeled "glucose".
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Drink this.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Rope</SE1>:Anna takes the pack, tears it open at the slit, and starts taking small sips from it.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The survivors of 3rd Platoon are either lying prone or sitting upright. A medical Doll is tending to their injuries.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Camera_Focus</SE1>:Wiktor is sitting back-to-back with another soldier and fiddling with the communicator in his hands.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Captain Ramzan got here and mounted a rescue with a Doll force. +Look at that pretty medic Doll. If Pan saw her, he'd definitely try to flirt...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The burly man suddenly starts blinking back tears.
NPC-Ange(30)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:What... happened to Pan?
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:The pindosi fired four mortar shells when they were retreating. +One of them hit Squad 2's position. Pan... was right where it landed.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:...How many have we lost?
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:...Four. Four more are injured.
NPC-Ange(31)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Not far away, an injured soldier moans in pain. Other survivors stare dazedly at the sky while cradling their guns. +Alexander's head is buzzing and blank.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Pan was always going on and on about how popular he was with women and how great a poet he was. He kept calling himself the Pushkin of the 21st century...
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:I know it was an order from the brass. We had no choice but to fight. I just... I just...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Alexander takes a deep and shaky breath and turns his face away.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Anna pats him on the shoulder.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Alexander, you are the only veteran who enlisted willingly in the 3rd Platoon. Why did you enlist?
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:...I've got nothing left. +No family, no friends, no lovers... +I couldn't throw away even my country, could I...? +Well, it wasn't actually that noble. I simply had nowhere else to go, so I stayed with the Military.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:He tries to keep his tone casual and nonchalant, as if he were talking about the weather or what to have for lunch.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Enough about me. What's your story? +You want to be a field marshal. I, for one, know that's not true.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:You want the truth?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Rope</SE1>:Anna finishes her last sip of the glucose solution.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:...I want to end the war.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>;NPC-Ange(29)||:...I've heard many people say that.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Position>0,60</Position>;NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:And?
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>;NPC-Ange(29)||:And they all died. +And the war carries on.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Position>0,60</Position>;NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:... +I have a question.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>;NPC-Ange(29)||:Shoot.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Position>0,60</Position>;NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:If everything in life is futile, then what is the point in struggling?
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:I think...
NPC-Wiktor(0)<Speaker>Wiktor  Squad 1 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||<BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM><SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:<size=50>Vice-Leader, Leader, I detected that radio signal again!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BGM>BGM_23SF_zonghe_1</BGM>:Alexander's answer is interrupted.
NPC-Wiktor(0)<Speaker>Wiktor  Squad 1 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:These people are definitely nearby. Could they be the Rangers in the Red Zone?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Wiktor holds onto their one last compact radio transceiver and stares at Anna with wide eyes.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Anna turns to Alexander.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Didn't you say you couldn't crack their channel encryption?
NPC-Wiktor(0)<Speaker>Wiktor  Squad 1 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:I can't with our equipment, but it'd be a walk in the park for those Dolls! +I hear Tactical Dolls come with a bunch of functions. They're fearsome fighters and are also computers on legs. If we can just borrow one or two...
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:They're elite forces. They are off-limits for 3rd Platoon. 
NPC-Wiktor(0)<Speaker>Wiktor  Squad 1 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Isn't that captain your—
NPC-Wiktor(0)<Speaker>Wiktor  Squad 1 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position><Shake>0.1</Shake>||<SE1>AVG_Punch</SE1>:<size=50>OW!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Alexander kicks Wiktor in the shin. Still holding the transceiver in one hand, Wiktor hugs his shin and hops around, howling in pain.
NPC-Ange(31)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:I'm dizzy.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Anna leans against a large rock and closes her eyes. +Alexander shrugs, and Wiktor limps away miserably.
()||<黑点1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑点2><SE1>AVG_wind_grass</SE1>:Wearing the protective suit in this muggy wind is as unpleasant as wearing a wet raincoat that sticks hotly to one's skin. +Anna keeps her eyes closed and drums her fingers lightly against her thigh. +After a moment of silence, Alexander eventually decides to venture a question.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:...Are you two fighting?
NPC-Ange(31)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Don't stick your nose into things that don't concern you.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:It's a good thing that you can still fight. +If Martina was still alive, we would be fighting every day, and nothing would make me happier.
NPC-Ange(28)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:If... +Ha, you almost sound like a babushka who has to mediate all the fights at home.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Alexander watches as Wiktor returns just as miserably. Anna opens her eyes.
NPC-Wiktor(0)<Speaker>Wiktor  Squad 1 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Ma'am, the captain won't talk to me. He's asking for you personally.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Мудак!
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Why don't I go?
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Are you asking for a dressing down?
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:If it means he'll lend us the Dolls, he can dress me down as much as he wants. +"Merits on the battlefield don't just jump into your hand", no?
NPC-Wiktor(0)<Speaker>Wiktor  Squad 1 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:What do we do, ma'am?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Heartbeat</SE1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Anna gets to her feet sullenly.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:I'll go ask for them. Don't follow me.
()||<黑点1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑点2><BIN>469</BIN><BGM>GF_2022_Summer_Battle_3</BGM>:Temporary command post. +Ramzan is talking to a Doll with a grim look on his face.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Anna approaches him and gives him a standard military salute.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Captain.
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:...Take KS-23 to the Red Zone entrance and gather topographical data in the area. +If you encounter any life forms, you are authorized to decide if they're friend or foe and open fire at your own discretion. +If you lose our signal, save the data offline until you return to the rendezvous point and then share them with your teammates.
SVT38(0)<Speaker>SVT-38</Speaker>||:Yes, Commander.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:The T-Doll turns to leave.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Wait.
SVT38(0)<Speaker>SVT-38</Speaker>||:Ma'am?
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Captain, I—
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:Junior Lieutenant Tsoi, thank you for your help in intercepting the enemy reinforcements. The subsequent recon mission will be undertaken by the Dolls under my command.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:The 3rd Platoon has already conducted scans and surveillance on the terrain of the outer rim of the Red Zone. +I can hand over the data on one condition.
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:You want to borrow some Dolls to crack the enemy's radio encryption system? +Anna, what is the top priority in any recon mission?
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Staying hidden. +You're no longer an instructor, so don't talk to me in that tone.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna quips out of habit.
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:What if you expose your own location in the process of doing that? Have you considered that at all?
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:What if the intelligence that we fail to obtain due to our own inaction ends up putting us at a massive disadvantage in the war?
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:Get out.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Ha, booting me out already? Fine, I'll go.
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:Stop right there! +You, get out.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:SVT-38 stares in confusion for a second, then she hurries away immediately.
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:Listen, our mission is to intercept the American's reinforcements. We've done that, you understand?
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>;NPC-Pamzan(4)||:You're just gonna ignore Capita? That person is in the Dead Sea, and the Rangers can take him away at any moment.
NPC-Ange(29);NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:That's the main force's job, not ours.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>;NPC-Pamzan(4)||:What, scared they'd give me a medal for this? Or maybe you simply don't want the 3rd Platoon to take the credit from you?
NPC-Ange(29);NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:If military merits could be quantified in a bank account, your balance after ten years would still be small change compared to mine. +Remember—don't do anything outside of your assignment. Making unnecessary moves could very well drag us all down.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>;NPC-Pamzan(4)||<SE1>Rope</SE1>:<size=50>Am I hearing this right? Are you telling me to run away from a fight?!</size>
NPC-Ange(29);NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:Doing too much could lead to even more casualties. Just count the numbers. How many men you still have in 3rd Platoon?
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Doing too little will definitely result in irreversible loss, Captain. You know that better than I do.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Ramzan's eyes harden.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:He closes his eyes and rubs the center of his brow. His eyes are ringed by dark circles.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:I know what I'm doing. +The way forward may be covered in barbed wire, but I have no choice but to keep going, even if I must do it on all fours.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Ever since that day, there's been no going back for me.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>72</BIN><BGM>Campaion-58-3</BGM>:...
()<Speaker>??</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>...The Professor won't wait. Hurry up, you lot.</color>
()<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Team 9, two vehicles just loaded. Preparing to return.</color>
()<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Team 6 still searching. No specimens found yet.</color>
()<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Team 7 is on our way back.</color>
()<Speaker>??</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_whitenoise</SE1>:<color=#00CCFF>If the Professor's work is delayed, you'll be the first to be thrown into the specimen processing room.</color> +<color=#00CCFF>Make sure you complete the preliminary screening and loading of the specimens back at the plant by 1122. We'll all be out of here by 1130.</color>
()<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Understood.</color>
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>469</BIN>:Temporary command post.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_keyboardtype_sci</SE1>:The two Dolls pool their computational capacity together as a torrent of data flash across their eyes. +Anna and Ramzan are both deep in their own thoughts.
NPC-Wiktor(0)<Speaker>Wiktor  Squad 1 Leader</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:What are they saying?
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:Is that English? I only caught a few words here and there.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:Shut up.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Ramzan glances at the map from time to time with a frown.
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:Are they the Army? Mercs?
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:"Professor"? "Specimens"?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Ramzan and Anna exchange looks and continue listening.
()<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Still, the USA is practically a powder keg. They have a civil war on their hands any day now, so what are they doing over here?</color>
()<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>Haha, if the Rangers hadn't come, how would we make a fortune?</color> +<color=#00CCFF>We should thank them for giving us so many specimens.</color>
()<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>But we wouldn't have had to relocate if the Rangers hadn't attracted a bunch of enemy troops. It's always a chore every time we move.</color>
()<Speaker>Anna & Ramzan</Speaker>||:The Professor is Capita!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The two blurt out the same realization they have come to at the same time, then look away from each other.
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:Capita will slip through the Rangers' net and escape unscathed.
NPC-Ange(28)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:We've caught a big fish this time.
NPC-Pamzan(4)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:What you've caught is a shark. We don't have enough manpower. +KS-23, withdraw from the information black zone.
KS23(0)<Speaker>KS-23</Speaker>||:Yes, sir.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_keyboardtype_sci</SE1>:[Disconnecting...]
KS23(0)<Speaker>KS-23</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_21Winter_Error</SE1>:Commander, I cannot break the connection.
()<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:<color=#00CCFF>The enemy troops are still a long way away. We'll be long gone by the time they get here.</color>
()<Speaker>??</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Pause</SE1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:<color=#00CCFF>Are you having fun eavesdropping, little bugs?</color>
KS23(0)<Speaker>KS-23</Speaker>||<BGM>GF_21winter_avg_betray</BGM>:They've traced it back to us!
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:!!!
NPC-Pamzan(6)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:<size=50>Force reboot!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Power_Down</SE1>:Beep. The Dolls' eyes grow dull. They have initiated a forced reboot.
SVT38(0)<Speaker>SVT-38</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_keyboardtype_sci</SE1>:Commander, an unidentified flying object has appeared within the Red Zone.
()<Speaker>Sentry</Speaker>||:<size=50>What is that?!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Bright blue orbs of flames light up in pairs amidst the light green fog like eyes.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Jet_Passby</SE1>:Whum... The unidentified aircraft comes hurtling in their direction, its fiery tail leaving a bright trail in the sky.
NPC-Pamzan(6)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||:We have a situation. Withdraw at once.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<震屏3>:<size=50>It's coming for us? Find cover!!!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The aircraft passes by at low altitude, and a shell falls on them.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BIN>9</BIN><SE1>Explode</SE1>:Boom!!! +Tongues of flames and black smoke rise into the sky amidst the explosion.
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Shake>0.1</Shake>||:Ramzan!
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑点2><BIN>41</BIN><火花><SE1>AVG_20Winter_Burnfire_Loop</SE1>:The aircraft roars away in an instant. Anna immediately scrambles to her feet and stumbles towards where she remembers her men are. +There are no soldiers standing anymore. One of the survivors is trying to save his comrade next to him, but even just dragging the comrade a little makes him howl in agony. +Memories of the past suddenly wash over Anna like a large wave.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Gunshots, pitiful wails and cries, the delirious moans of dying people... +The terror-stricken crowd, the girl shivering behind a safety box, her eyes brimming with tears...
NPC-Ange(30)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Shake>0.1</Shake>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:...!!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Someone grabs Anna by the arm, making her shudder.
NPC-Alexander(0)<Speaker>Alexander</Speaker><Position>0,60</Position>||:<size=50>Ma'am!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Half of Alexander's face is suffering from burns. He is in a terrible state.
NPC-Pamzan(6)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker><size=50></size>||:Anna? Anna!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Ramzan also claws his way out of a mud pit. His protective suit is riddled with holes and scorch marks.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Rope</SE1>:Ramzan holds on to Anna's arm as if to make sure of something. Then he drops her arm and pays no more attention to her.
NPC-Pamzan(6)<Speaker>Ramzan</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_tele_connect</SE1>:Dolls, to me. Prepare to force our way through.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The smoke slowly dissipates.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Team_Running</SE1>:They can just about make out the rows of heavily armed soldiers closing in on them from a distance...
NPC-Ange(29)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_weapon_reload</SE1>:<size=50>Whoever can still move in 3rd Platoon, follow me! We're getting out of here!</size>
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