Operation story: CB-2
< CB-2
| Operation | Story |
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| Characters | |
 Female Tourist  Male Tourist  Mafioso Curious Lungmenite Easygoing Lungmenite Strolling Lungmenite Back Seat Mafioso Mafia Driver | |
| Backgrounds | |
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Before operation
| “ | After sustaining heavy damage, the Penguin Logistics squad hops into a vehicle to give chase to the enemy, and unfortunately land themselves in an auto accident. | ” |
| <Background 1> | |
|---|---|
| Croissant | *Cough cough* Everybody okay? |
| Bison | Just managed to block it— |
| Texas | Nice reflexes, you two. |
| Exusiai | Whew, they really blew it up, didn't they? |
| Emperor | ——*indescribable penguin sounds*—— |
| Croissant | (Wh- what's that? Baws's makin' all kinds of crazy sounds!) |
| Exusiai | (Hey, wasn't that box of vinyl records some kind of black market Columbian collectible thingy?) |
| Croissant | (I reckon yer right. What're we gonna do? I ain't never seen the baws all choked up like this before...) |
| [Several mafiosi are seen fleeing the scene.] | |
| Exusiai | What do you mean— Hey! They're getting away! Those guys in black! |
| Bison | Wait! If they were here setting that trap, why didn't they just ambush us? This isn't adding up. We need to take a minute and come up with a plan before— |
| Exusiai | Texas! |
| [Texas starts the engine of a car.] | |
| Texas | Get in. |
| Emperor | ...Listen up. You can expense your speeding tickets tonight. They gotta pay... for my vinyl recoooords!!! |
| <Background 2> | |
| Croissant | Got 'em! Dead ahead! |
| Emperor | Exusiai! Pass me my Lil Homie! |
| Exusiai | You got it, boss! |
| Bison | Is that a gun?! But how are you going to pull the trigger...? |
| Emperor | Hah! See for yourself, little man. Let our firearms expert tell you about it. |
| Exusiai | That's forty-two layers of logistics-grade cardboard, seamlessly glued together with industrial adhesive, driven by the finest rubber bands. It's really a magnificent piece. |
| Bison | You mean... it's a toy? |
| Exusiai | It's more of a slingshot—Ow! Err, it's a peacemaker! |
| Emperor | You can't use live ammo in downtown Lungmen. That's the law. |
| Texas | And yet this is the only time the boss seems to care what the law says. |
| Emperor | If nobody follows the rules, our whole society goes to hell, you feel me? Texas, put the top down! |
| Texas | Be careful. Don't want you hitting your head on a traffic signal like last time. |
| Emperor | Do I look that tall to you? |
| Exusiai | Support sniper in position, boss! |
| Bison | W- wait a minute, there's a lot of other cars on the road. Don't tell me you're just gonna— |
| [Exusiai and Emperor opens fire at the pursuing mafiosi.] | |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| Mafia Driver | They're shootin' at us! Return fire! |
| Back Seat Mafioso | How am I supposed to aim with you swervin' all over the place?! |
| Mafia Driver | Hey, are you hit back there?! |
| Back Seat Mafioso | I'm bleeding, they got me, I need a bandage— No wait, what is this, rubber? |
| Mafia Driver | A what?! |
| Back Seat Mafioso | It's rubber, but it broke the glass! Shake 'em off, quick! Gah, that hurt!! |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| Exusiai | Clean headshot, boss! |
| Emperor | Sic 'em, Texas! |
| Texas | I'm speeding up. |
| Bison | Slow down! Watch out for that big rig— Aie! |
| Croissant | Yer gonna wanna hold on tight. Texas's whipped up wilder'n a Forte in a twister right now. |
| Emperor | Exu, blow their tires! |
| Exusiai | On it! |
| Bison | She's gonna pop their tires with rubber bullets?! |
| Emperor | I have spoken. So let it be done. |
| [Exusiai fires several shots at the mafiosi's cars...] | |
| Bison | Texas, can you talk some sense into them?! |
| Texas | (Looks away) ...... |
| Croissant | Forget it. They're havin' a good time. |
| Exusiai | Check this out! It's gonna do a cool flip! |
| [...before shooting their tires.] | |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| Mafia Driver | Hey, I can't move the steering wheel! |
| Back Seat Mafioso | Shit, bail out! |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| Bison | Wait! Going this fast, we're gonna get pulled in! |
| Exusiai | Hah. |
| [The mafiosi's cars flips after their tires were blown up...] | |
| Exusiai | All right, now the multi-car pileup is all yours, Texas! |
| Texas | Gee, thanks a lot. |
| [...causing a chain reaction which disables the pursuing cars in a "pile-up accident".] | |
During operation
| Exusiai | Why is this crazy mobster attacking Lungmen's Command Terminal? Can you sell it for parts? |
|---|---|
| Emperor | Even when the bad guys wreck up public property, they still come at me with a bill. And it's comin' outta your pay. |
| Croissant | Huh?! Didn't you say we could expense everythin' tonight?! |
| Emperor | If it's preventable, it ain't covered. That's common sense. Defend the terminal. And if you can't defend it, put these punks in the ground! Unless you want to have tea with the LGD. |
After operation
| “ | In a nearby park, stall owner Fillet is chatting with his friend Waai Fu, where they greet a mysterious "Sankta" guest. Elsewhere, Bison, who pursued the enemy without permission, is attacked by a mysterious sniper and falls off the overpass. | ” |
| <Background 3> | |
|---|---|
| 7:16 PM \ Clear Lungmen Central Park, Finball Stand | |
| Fillet | Your finballs. |
| Female Tourist | Oooh, such springy mouthfeel. Pretty good. This place definitely earned that recommendation in the Great Foodie Guide! |
| Fillet | Glad you like it. |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| Male Tourist | ...... That finball guy kinda gives me the creeps. |
| Female Tourist | I know what you mean. Like, you're selling finballs, why do you have a big knife on the counter there? |
| Male Tourist | The Foodie Guide says the owner is an old man called "The Godly Finball Uncle." He couldn't be some kind of triad or something... |
| Fillet | Hm? Did you want something else? |
| Female Tourist | Oh, no. |
| Fillet | ...customers have been so weird lately. |
| ??? | I'm sure it's got nothing to do with that "Resting Triad Face" you've got going on. |
| Waai Fu | And this is what you wear to work? Think about how this makes Uncle Tung look. |
| Fillet | Welcome back. Done with work? |
| Waai Fu | You could say that. The office said you took some credit. How much? |
| Fillet | 32.60, rounded. You want to try one? |
| Waai Fu | Where'd that come from? I don't have any change on me. |
| Fillet | Consider it a token of my appreciation for doing so much to look after my business. |
| Waai Fu | All right. Don't mind if I do. Hmm... It's tasty and all, but isn't this Uncle Tung's stall? A tribute made with borrowed goods is one without meaning. |
| Fillet | You always have to get your digs in. This one's on me... |
| Waai Fu | Okay then. You've definitely gotten better. I wish the other punks took things as seriously as you do. |
| ??? | Evening. I'll take some finballs. |
| Fillet | Coming right up. |
| |
| ??? | Take your time. I'm just enjoying the view of the river. Usually don't see it from this far away. Smells nice. The Great Foodie Guide never gets it wrong. |
| Waai Fu | ...... |
| Fillet | ...order up. Here's your change. |
| ??? | Thanks. |
| Fillet | Please come again. |
| <Background 3> | |
| Fillet | Waai Fu? What are you looking at? |
| Waai Fu | It's just that girl kinda weirded me out... do Sankta grow horns? |
| Fillet | Must be some Sauin makeup or something. |
| Waai Fu | They looked real. Whatever. Idle gossip is an unbecoming habit. |
| Fillet | What's next on the agenda? Back to the office? |
| Waai Fu | Studying. I've got a test in two days. |
| Fillet | You're spending Sauin studying? |
| Waai Fu | Sauin is supposed to be about shepherding spirits into the afterlife. Our society has totally corrupted it with consumerism. Respectfully, I will abstain. Not to mention, I don't get paid that much. I need to get my grades up and nab a scholarship. |
| Fillet | Yeah, that sounds about right for you... |
| Waai Fu | It's their fault for being so out of touch. Don't lump me in with them. |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| ??? | Hm, I've still got some time. Where should I go next? Let's see, looks like there's some good eats around here... |
| [An explosion is heard on the overpass nearby.] | |
| Curious Lungmenite | Woah! What's happening up on the overpass? A car crash? |
| Strolling Lungmenite | Doesn't seem like a regular crash. Let's go check it out. |
| Easygoing Lungmenite | Another street fight? Count me in! |
| [Another explosion his heard.] | |
| Mafioso | Friggin psychos, get away from meee! |
| ??? | Oh... so soon? Looks like I'm on the clock already. |
| <Background 2> | |
| Bison | Ow... I was thrown clear...? |
| Mafioso A | Thank heaven for guard rails. Otherwise we'd be a puddle down there. Hurry up! Pull me out! |
| Bison | They're trying to get away! Stay on them! |
| Exusiai | Mmmff! This... airbag... it's smooshing me! |
| Emperor | Hold still! You're gonna crush my Lil Homie! Yo! Croissant! It's comin' outta your pay! |
| Croissant | It ain't me! I can't move at all with Texas on top of me! |
| Texas | Oof. |
| Bison | Then I guess it's up to me—! |
| Exusiai | Bison! Wait! |
| Bison | Everyone's crowding around. If they get away now we'll never catch them! |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| Mafioso B | Pull me out already! That Forte kid's coming! |
| Mafioso A | I'm trying! |
| Bison | Don't move! |
| [A sniper fire narrowly hits Bison at his shield, staggering him...] | |
| Bison | So... heavy... Who— |
| [...and another shot narrowly misses him.] | |
| Croissant | A sniper?! |
| Emperor | Yo, Texas. |
| Texas | On it. |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| [More sniper fire misses Bison.] | |
| Bison | (They missed. Bad shot?) (No, they're trying to hit the fuel tank—!) |
| Mafioso A | Huh, what's going on? Who's shooting at the Forte kid? |
| Mafioso B | Focus! The wolf's on her way too! Pull me out already! Wait, what's that smell? It's fuel! Hurry!! |
| Mafioso A | Brother... it's what it is. |
| Mafioso B | You son of a—! |
| [The sniper shots hit the mafiosi cars' fuel tanks...] | |
| Bison | Damn! I can't— Ugh. Too late. |
| [...causing them to explode.] | |