Operation story: IS-6
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Before operation
“ | The stage has been set, and the fun is about to begin. | ” |
<Background 1> | |
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[Leontuzzo wake up from his sleep.] | |
Leontuzzo | Urgh... |
Mafioso | Signor, are you alright? |
Leontuzzo | Just dreaming. That's why you shouldn't sleep on the sofa. Where's the old man? |
Mafioso | The Don went to the theater. |
Leontuzzo | ...... |
Mafioso | Are you going too? |
Leontuzzo does not answer, only sinking deeper into the sofa. | |
<Flashback starts here> | |
<Background 2> | |
Texas | Rossati, Giovanna. |
Bernardo | That's right. Cellinia, our original agreement was to ensure the Bellones come out on top. But, I've changed my mind. As long as you succeed, you don't owe us anything. At that point, you're free to go. This, I promise you as the Fang of Zaaro, il Signore dei Lupi. |
<Flashback ends here> | |
<Background fades out and in> | |
Texas | ...... |
From the time she returned to the residence at sunset, to the break of dawn the next day... Listening to the falling rain, Texas wiped down her sword while reading the script that was handed to her–"La Morte di Texas." The story twists and turns, never straying far from what she's known. She has a faint premonition. But first, she needs to sharpen her sword. Today, it may have to be a bit swifter than usual. | |
[A telephone rings.] | |
<Background 3> | |
Lappland | Tsk, tsk. The sun's still getting in my eyes, even though it's raining. Prison food's not too bad. You should give it a try. |
Loyal Mafioso | You're right about that. I've even given 'em a few suggestions before. Now get in the car. |
Lappland | Can I sit this one out? Does killing a single Columbian really deserve so much fanfare? |
Loyal Mafioso | The Don says Cellinia's gonna be there too. |
Lappland | Oh? What's the plan? |
Loyal Mafioso | She'll pretend to be an actress, and once the performance starts, you'll improvise the rest. |
Lappland | Hmm... So what about my costume? |
Loyal Mafioso | What the Don meant was– You wait in the audience and play along. |
Lappland | Oh, right. Haha. What an insensitive old jerk. So where's he gonna be? He's not trying to find a nice place to watch the show all by himself, is he? |
Loyal Mafioso | The Don has other business. He's got a meeting. |
Lappland | A meeting? |
Loyal Mafioso | Yeah, with a carwash worker. |
<Background 4> | |
[Croissant opens the door.] | |
Croissant | Howdy, Sora. I just knew you'd be practicin' in Miss Caterina's studio. I ain't gonna stop ya, but don'tha think you oughta head to the theater early? To do some makeup n' get ready n' whatnot? |
Sora | Yeah, you have a point. |
Croissant | Exusiai's already off to buy breakfast. We got just enough time to meet her. |
Sora | Okay. |
Croissant | Say... Didn't we say we'd set up a big ol' welcome for Exusiai's sister? |
Sora | We did. But now I'm not sure we'll have enough time for that. Croissant, watch your step! |
[Croissant trips over a stack of books.] | |
Croissant | Huh? Wooooah! Owwie... |
Sora | Are you alright? |
Croissant | I'm fine, I'm fine. Just tripped on a little somethin'. Dangit, I knocked over that stack of books. Lemme tidy 'em up. Huh? A picture dropped outta somethin'. |
Sora | Picture? |
Croissant | Wait... Huh? |
Sora | What's wrong? |
Croissant | Lookie here! |
It is a photograph from many years ago. Sora can barely make out the background that should be of the wide and bustling streets of Columbia past. In the center of the photograph stands a middle-aged man who wears a kind expression, but exudes an audacity not to be trifled with. On his left and right sides stand a Lupo girl, and a Feline girl. The girl on the left has beautiful blonde hair and sports a cheery expression, and even at a glance, one can immediately tell that she has a bubbly personality. The girl on the right has black hair, her face betraying no emotions, making it difficult for one to guess the contents of her heart. | |
Croissant | Look, this pitcher... ain't that... Texas, as a kid? And standin' there with her... That's Caterina?! And look on the back here... |
Written on the backside of the photo: "Giovanna and Cellinia, 1080." | |
Croissant | Giovanna... Is that gonna be Caterina's real name? |
Sora | Giovanna... Giovanna Rossati. |
<Background 3> | |
[Alberto walks into the carwash.] | |
Alberto | How long has this carwash been open? |
Carwash Worker | Five years. |
Alberto | Five years? Coincidentally, that's how long my guard tuskbeast has been missing. If only I knew how he was doing these days. |
Carwash Worker | The city's a pretty big place. There's always a way to survive. |
Alberto | It never made any sense to me before. I fed him plenty of meat, gave him a nice den. Why wasn't he happy? Think he might've been vegetarian? |
Carwash Worker | Maybe. Maybe it never knew how bad meat actually was until it tried a full-course meal. It's better to not eat at all... than to eat something bad. |
Alberto | Oh? |
Carwash Worker | Your car's done. |
Alberto | You're pretty good at your job. |
Carwash Worker | Practice makes perfect. |
Alberto | Heh. You never fail to get it done just right. But, Danbrown, nothing lasts forever. It's time for you to change your tastes. |
Carwash Worker | ...I'll think about it. |
Alberto | Think carefully. Once you've figured it out, you're always welcome to come back. |
<Background 5> | |
Makeup Artist | Are you the backup bassist? |
[Texas, disguises as a bassist, responds,] | |
Texas | Yes. |
Makeup Artist | Oh, um... Is that your natural hair color? |
Texas | Yes. |
Makeup Artist | That's special. Usually, you have to dye your hair to work as a bassist. I've heard only those with Famiglia Texas blood have that eye and hair color. And, now that I'm seeing you up close, your eyebrows... look really similar to Salvadore's. Are you his bastard or something? |
Texas | No, I have nothing to do with Texas. |
Makeup Artist | All sorts of coincidences out there, huh? Okay, take a seat over there. Your foundation's really good, so I should be able to get you squared away in no time. |
<Background 2> | |
Theater Box | |
Theater Manager | Pardon me, are you satisfied with your seating? |
Giovanna | Yes, I've got a fine view. |
Theater Manager | Excellent, excellent. If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call for me. |
Wallach | Let's head down. |
[The theater manager leaves.] | |
Giovanna | You're not going to stay and watch? |
Wallach | You know I've never been a fan of this sort of stuff. How about I grab you a nice drink? |
Giovanna | I'd like– |
Wallach | Brandy, I know. |
<Background 5> | |
[The dressed Sora runs into the room.] | |
Sora | Sorry I'm late! |
Makeup Artist | No worries. Everyone's still getting ready. Go ahead and take a seat. I'll do your makeup first. |
Sora | Okay. |
Makeup Artist | What's wrong? You don't look too well. Are you getting stage fright? |
Sora | No, I'm fine. |
Makeup Artist | Don't worry, Sora. You've been working so hard, everyone's gonna love you for sure! |
Sora | I hope so. |
Makeup Artist | Oh right, did you know...? |
Sora | What's wrong? |
Makeup Artist | Apparently, the bassist got sick and couldn't make it to the performance. |
Sora | Huh? What are you going to do then? |
Makeup Artist | It's no big deal. The director was able to find a stand-in. She's getting her makeup done in another dressing room right now. |
Sora | A stand-in... Are you sure that's going to work? |
Makeup Artist | Just trust the director's judgment, alright? |
Sora | Speaking of the director, he didn't come tonight? |
Makeup Artist | He just dropped by to give some direction before leaving again. I think he's meeting with a guest. Important people are always so busy, huh? But it's okay, Sora. You just need to play your part, that's all. |
Sora | Yes. |
<Background 6> | |
[Lavinia walks in front of Teatro di Milano.] | |
Lavinia | ...... |
Onsite Staff | Oh, if it isn't Judge Lavinia! I haven't seen you here for a while. Have you come to watch tonight's opera? |
Lavinia | No, I'm just passing by. |
Onsite Staff | That's too bad. But, did you know we're putting on the highly-anticipated "La Morte di Texas"? I'm sure you'll love it. |
Lavinia | Sorry, I'm not in the mood. |
Onsite Staff | That's alright then. I look forward to your next visit. |
[Lavinia noticed Danbrown the carwash worker entering the theater.] | |
Lavinia | ...Huh? (Danbrown? What's HE doing here?) (Did he really... take my advice and come to the theater to unwind?) (But, today's performance is...) ...... Wait a second. |
Onsite Staff | Oh, did you change your mind? |
Lavinia | That's right. One ticket please. |
<Background 2> | |
Theater Box | |
Mafioso | Don Bernardo, someone's here to see you. |
Bernardo | Oh? |
Mafioso | It's Rubio, Segretario di Sicurezza Alimentare.[note 1] |
Bernardo | ...... Let him in. |
Mafioso | Of course. |
[Rubio enters the box.] | |
Rubio | Don Bernardo– |
Bernardo | You can just call me "director" here. |
Rubio | Ah, yes, yes. It's an honor to be here, Director. |
Bernardo | Take a seat, Signor Segretario. Let's enjoy the show first, then we'll talk. |
<Background 7> | |
[An announcer walks into the stage.] | |
Announcer | Signore e signori,[note 2] thank you for being here tonight. You are about to see another spectacular performance brought to you by Compagnia dell'alba. "La Morte di Texas," Act II, written by Signorina Caterina. Every Siracusan already knows the story of Salvadore, but how many truly know the details? Signora Caterina, who has a deep understanding of Famiglia Texas, provides us with her frank yet intricate perspective. Let us delve deeper into the life of Salvadore! |
[Everyone gives an ovation.] | |
<Background 5> | |
Sora | (Inhales deeply, then exhales.) |
Makeup Artist | Break a leg, Sora! |
Sora | Right, time to go! |
<Background 7> | |
Exusiai | Phew... Finally found them. Attagirl, Sora scored us seats with a great view. |
Croissant | Great expectations for her, all around. |
Exusiai | Excuse me, would you mind letting us through? |
[A Sankta pastor responds to Exusiai,] | |
??? | A Sankta girl... An unusual sight in Siracusa. |
Exusiai | Ehh? You're a Sankta too? I've been in Volsinii for a while, and this is the first time I've seen one of my people. |
??? | Hehe, looks like it's one good thing after another today. Go right on by, child. |
[The pastor steps aside, allowing Exusiai and Croissant to pass.] | |
Exusiai | ...... |
Croissant | What's wrong? |
Exusiai | That's weird... I don't sense any emotions from him. Is he an exiled Sankta? But, he's unlike any of the other Sankta exiles I've seen... Well, whatever. By the way, am I the only one who thinks way too much of this crowd looks like mobsters? |
Croissant | I hear tell the head of the Rossati Family's here tonight. |
Exusiai | Hey, isn't that what you were just talking about? |
Croissant | Yep. But let's just enjoy the show for now. |
[The play begins as Sora walks into the stage under a spotlight, with everyone giving an ovation to her.] | |
Sora | (Singing) In an era when chaos and opportunity came hand-in-hand; some were swallowed by the tides of the times where others found in it their promised land. (Singing) Violence and wealth, power and order. (Singing) Onto Columbian soil steps a Siracusan, bringing with him only scars, hardship, and ambition. (Signing) And thus begins our tale. Ladies and gentlemen, come and bear witness, to whom this era truly belongs. |
<Background 2> | |
Lappland | That voice... I see how it is. You're here to bring her back, aren't you? But do you really think that's going to happen? |
Rossati Mafioso | Who the hell are you? |
[Lappland clealy slices down the Rossati mafioso.] | |
Lappland | Signore e signori, let the show begin! |
<Background 7> | |
[Texas enters the stage under her bassist guise with everyone applauding...] | |
<Background 2> | |
Giovanna | It really is you, Cellinia. |
<Background 7> | |
Exusiai | Huh...? |
Croissant | Texas?! |
<Background fades out and in> | |
Sora | –Ehh? |
Texas | ...?! |
For a brief moment, Texas shifts her eyes to one of the boxes. She knows Bernardo is sitting there, gazing down upon everything. She feels it in her heart. Whether coincidence or some form of necessity, in this moment, Sora is both a danger and a safe haven. Everything depends on her. The movement in the auditorium and the faint sounds in the distance all prelude the start of the assassination. She gestures to Sora for her to stay silent, then proceeds to pluck the strings in her hands. A most wonderful performance has begun. |
After operation
“ | All roads have been paved. She has uncovered her past. | ” |
<Background 2> | |
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[A group of Rossati mafiosi tries to stop Lappland, but they are no match to the wild wolf as she casually walks past the dead mafiosi on the floor.] | |
Rossati Mafioso | Back up, this one's tricky. Don't fight her head on. Cover the aisles and the stairs leading up to the Donna's box! |
[The mafiosi withdraws to Giovanna's box.] | |
Lappland | Tsk, tsk. Rossati soldiers are pretty capable after all, huh. Looks like trying to brute force my way through isn't a realistic option. Hmm... |
<Background 7> | |
Texas | ...... |
<Background 2> | |
Lappland | Haha, silly Texas. It's pretty obvious she's got a recorder in that bass. Sounds convincing, though, the way she's plucking those strings. Hm? Haha, there it is. If I can't break through the front... I'll just have to make a path! |
<Background 5> | |
Rossati Mafioso | Don't panic! Stand your ground! |
[A group of Bellone mafiosi led by Demetri breaks into the room...] | |
Bellone Mafioso | Gah, aren't you afraid to die? |
[...and Demetri strikes one of the Rossatis...] | |
Rossati Mafioso | Guh... Urgh... |
[...killing him.] | |
Demetri | How are the others doing? |
Bellone Mafioso | The aisles and stairs leading to Giovanna's box are all guarded. They were ready for this. |
Demetri | Leave it to the Rossatis... But, we've never been ones to underestimate Giovanna. Throw more soldiers at them. We're not letting Giovanna out today. |
Wallach | You might not have underestimated Giovanna, but don't you think you underestimated me? |
Bellone Mafioso | What– |
[Wallach struck down one of the Bellones from behind.] | |
Demetri | You're... Wallach. |
Wallach | Heh, had I known the show today would've been so exciting, I wouldn't have gone to buy a drink for the Donna. |
Demetri | If Signora Giovanna appreciates a fine wine, I happen to have a selection with me. |
Wallach | No thanks. The Donna enjoys many things about Siracusa, but the wine isn't one. Siracusan wines are too weak, same as you people swing your weapons. Doesn't make for a good time. |
Demetri | Maybe you just haven't tried the best Siracusa has to offer. |
Wallach | So, isn't this a great opportunity? Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? Bellones and Saluzzos, let's find out what Siracusa's finest wine really tastes like. |
<Background 7> | |
[Several Rossatis stood in Lappland's path.] | |
Rossati Mafioso | Trying to get up this way? Stop her! |
Lappland | Who said I was going up? |
Rossati Mafioso | What? Explosives?! Get outta there! |
[Lappland throws an explosive device...] | |
<Background fades out and in> | |
[...whose blast can be felt and heard by the audience.] | |
Croissant | Woah, the seats over yonder just collapsed! |
Exusiai | Is that... Lappland?! |
Horrified Audience | Look over there! |
Rossati Mafioso | Urgh... |
[One of the Rossatis died after taking the explosive's full force.] | |
Horrified Audience | I-Is it another famiglie gang war...? |
[A large number of mafiosi walks into the stage, and...] | |
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Texas | Move. |
Rossati Mafioso | Sh-She had weapons in her instrument?! |
Sora | Texas! |
Texas says nothing. She only shoots her a glance, parting her lips for a second before rushing up the stairs. Sora reads those lips. She said: "Wait for me." | |
<Background 7> | |
Panicked Audience | Aaaaaahhh–! Run! Run for it! |
Croissant | What'cha think we oughta do, Exusiai? Sora's in danger! |
Exusiai | But– |
[A booth is about to collapse...] | |
Horrified Audience | S-Someone, save me– |
Exusiai | Get down! |
[...but the Sankta pastor from before saves them by shooting the falling debris with his handgun.] | |
Exusiai | Woah, you're pretty tough for an old guy. |
??? | Do I look that old to you? |
Exusiai | Uhh... Well, I guess I wouldn't go that far. |
??? | Looks like today's performance is not "La Morte di Texas," but rather "La Morte di Rossati."[note 3] Find somewhere to hide, children. |
Exusiai | That sounds nice, but our friend is still up there on stage. |
Croissant | It's a gat-danged hurricane all 'round the thing! We can't just go hoppin' on into that! |
Exusiai | Let's go backstage then! |
Croissant | Okay! |
[A number of mafiosi blocks Exusiai's path...] | |
Exusiai | C'mon, outta my way! |
[...but the pastor guns them down.] | |
Croissant | Huh? |
??? | Go, brave children. |
Exusiai | Thanks, old man! I'll buy you a slice later! |
Croissant | Thank ya kindly! |
[Exusiai and Croissant rushes off.] | |
??? | Haha, kids these days are so full of pep. What's your plan now, Giovanna? |
<Background 2> | |
Rossati Mafioso | Donna Giovanna, we've got everything locked down. Let's get you out, while we still can. |
Giovanna | Why? It's a rare opportunity to watch a wonderful show from a fantastic seat. I'm going to have to savor this. Sora, you really are her true friend, aren't you? Now, how are you going to get up here, Cellinia? Even if you find a shortcut, getting to me won't be easy. |
Rossati Mafioso | But– |
Giovanna | If I were to run away right now, do you think the Bellones and Saluzzos would just give up and call it quits? This is a war now, my dear. The Bellones and Saluzzos have decided to Signora Sicilia's ban on violence, and started a gang war. Spread the word. There's only one thing we can do now: fight to the end. |
Rossati Mafioso | Of course. |
<Background 5> | |
[Demetri and Wallach had a duel, but the latter ended up gaining an upper hand.] | |
Demetri | Nngh... |
Wallach | Looks like "fine Siracusan wine" was nothing special after all. |
Demetri | I wouldn't gloat just yet... Columbian scum... |
[The two charges at each other, but Wallach strikes first...] | |
Demetri | What– |
[...and struck Demetri.] | |
Wallach | Yes, I know. You Siracusans think the Columbian famiglie are just rowdy upstarts who haven't paid our dues. And yeah, there are a whole lot of incompetent idiots over in Columbia. But what about you? Can you even sniff out the scent of blood under your so-called "guns and order?" We've never looked down on Siracusa. But from what I've seen today, you don't even deserve my attention. |
Rossati Mafioso | Wallach, we've got a situation at the theater! Someone blew the seats, and Cellinia is heading straight for the third floor. |
Wallach | ...... You've got five seconds for your last words. |
Demetri | Last words? Heh, what's there to say? If you're really gonna do it, then tell Leontuzzo that I'm sorry. |
Wallach | Sure. What– |
[Leontuzzo shows up and attacks Wallach with Arts from his gun-like Arts unit.] | |
Demetri | Leon?! You... |
Leontuzzo | I'll handle this my way, Demetri. |
Wallach | Signor Leontuzzo. Here I thought we could get along. |
Leontuzzo | You just lost your last chance for that. |
Wallach | Well, well, well. Turns out the heir to a great famiglia just oozes charisma after all. You've made a fool of me, and still you tell me I had a chance to make things right. |
Leontuzzo | What's done is done. I'll make you a bet, Wallach. |
Wallach | You're a betting man? Hahahaha! Signor Leon, mio amico,[note 4] we're not in a dining hall or one of our offices. We're in a war, and only one of us walking out of this alive. |
Leontuzzo | Trust me, you'll love this one. |
<Background 2> | |
Bellone Mafioso | Ugh, these Rossatis are a pain in the ass. |
[Lavinia joins in.] | |
Bellone Mafioso | Your Honor? We never heard you were joining us on this one. And anyway, this ain't something you can just walk into. |
Lavinia | I'm not here to stop you. I'm not interested. I'm looking for someone. |
Bellone Mafioso | Who? We got one helluva mess here. Not gonna be easy to find anybody. |
Lavinia | All I need from you is to stay out of my way. |
Bellone Mafioso | But... |
Lavinia | Even if I die here, that's none of Famiglia Bellone's business. |
Bellone Mafioso | Suit yourself then. |
<Background fades out and in> | |
[Lavinia looks for someone from the tribune.] | |
Lavinia | There you are. |
<Background fades out and in> | |
Rossati Mafioso | Hold it. |
Carwash Worker | I work here. |
Rossati Mafioso | Uh huh. We got rid of all the workers. |
Lavinia | Grr, what is he doing here? Look out, Dan– |
[Danbrown the carwash worker slices the mafiosi with a knife he hid.] | |
Blood splatters, and a few drops splash across Lavinia's face. | |
Carwash Worker | Signorina Lavinia. What are you doing here? |
<Background 7> | |
[Texas struck down a Rossati mafioso.] | |
Texas | ...... |
The "path" opened by Lappland is doing its job. Only a short distance separates her from her old friend. She lets out a soft sigh. Chaos swirls all around her, but she knows what to do. | |
[Wallach reveals himself.] | |
Wallach | I knew you'd come, Cellinia. |
Texas | ...... |
Wallach | What a look in your eyes there. It's like I'm the prey. |
[Texas and Wallach charges toward each other...] | |
Wallach | Let's see what the Last Texas can do! |
[...and a fight ensues.] | |
<Background 2> | |
Rubio | Signor, Director... is this chaos... part of the show? |
Bernardo | Chaos? In my opinion, Segretario Rubio, everything is in perfect order. What comes next will be even better. |
Rubio | ...I see. You lead one of the most prestigious troupes in Volsinii, and you've put on a play unlike any other. |
Bernardo | We do have an intermission coming up, though. You may tell me what it is you want from me. |
Rubio | What I want... isn't very complicated. With Carracci's death, the seat of Ministro dei Lavori Pubblici[note 5] is now vacant. You must be thinking about who the most suitable candidate is. |
Bernardo | I take it you've decided you're that candidate? |
Rubio | I don't think there's anyone else better suited than me. |
<Background 7> | |
[Texas ultimately gained an upper hand and struck Wallach down...] | |
Texas | ...... |
[...before keep running.] | |
Wallach | *cough* *cough*, *cough*, *cough*... Wow... There's still mercy in you, at a time like this... The Saluzzo Psycho isn't gonna finish me off? |
Lappland | I'm not interested in a pointless fight with some punk who was never taking it seriously to begin with. |
Wallach | ...Hah. |
Lappland | What are you waiting for? What do you want? |
Wallach | I made a bet with someone. And I hope I lose. |
Wallach looks in the direction Texas went. No one can stop her from assassinating Giovanna. Except Giovanna herself. | |
<Background 2> | |
[Texas enters the box where Giovanna was in.] | |
There is nobody else in the empty room. Texas immediately realizes what's happening, but it's too late. A knife is already up against her neck. | |
Giovanna | Since I came to Siracusa, I've been thinking of all the different ways someone might try to kill me. But I never once thought it might be you. And I never imagined you'd let your guard down, at a time like this. Did you think that when I saw you'd, I'd give you a big hug and cry "thank goodness, Cellinia, you're still alive?" And then we'd sit down and share a drink and catch up on everything that's happened over the last few years? |
Texas | I'm here to kill you. |
Giovanna | Great. |
With that word, Giovanna drops the knife in her hand. She wears a radiant smile on her face, her expression full of longing, as if the murderous intent from a moment ago was but a light-hearted joke. | |
Giovanna | Long time no see, Cellinia. |
Texas | Long time no see, Giovanna. |