GFL2 Story/SL-2-3/Script

[Incomplete. Proofread and diarize.]

B-boss... Team A at the front says they've lost too many. They're calling it quits...

(The "boss" suddenly jumps to his feet and kicks over the chair he is sitting on.)

Calling it quits?! Like that's his call to make?!

How many of those bastards are left?!

They say a Collapse storm is coming this way and their vehicle can't take the beating... So they've all retreated...

What?!

Hey, where are you running off to?! Get your ass back here!

The plan doesn't seem to be going well, Mr. Berserl.

Huh? And who the hell are you?!

...Ha...

...You must acquire the box. |Mr. Berserl, all the cash and equipment that you're expecting... Everything you need will only be given to you in exchange for the box.

Humph, I get it. You're after the box, yeah?

I'm glad I've made that clear enough for you.

—I'm risking my convoy just for this stupid box! My whole convoy! You have any idea?! Eh?!

I have already delivered the supplies you needed prior to the job.

Yeah? Along with that ragtag bunch of human trash in Team A?

...What I want is to recover the box. What you want is to boost the strength of your convoy. This is the basis of our cooperation. |If you succeed, you will get what you're after.

You're just a scumbag hiding behind my back not getting your own hands dirty! What gives you the right to make demands?!

...But if you fail, I promise you, you will never see your convoy again.

Huh?! Hey! Hello?!

(There is no answer. The call has been terminated on the other end. Berserl hurls the communicator angrily at the floor.)

Boss, what are we gonna do now?

Humph, what else can we do?

Team A aren't the only ones waiting to bolt! Ignore those annoying rats and go straight for the box!