| abstract | - Kurt: We managed to put some distance between us and them somehow. Valerie: If we had been just a step slower we would not have gotten away. It's all thanks to Imca. Imca: ..it's not that big a deal. 21: I didn't have many with me but I buried several landmines back there. It should prove to slow them down by a little bit. Giulio: Those were unmistakeably our Gallia's forces. Leila: What is going on here? Kurt, explain it to us! Kurt: They've sent us to the desert to dispose of us secretly.. That's probably what it was. Riela: What did we do to deserve that?! Kurt: Someone in the army wants us dead. I can only assume. Carisa: That's just absurd! And I've only just been transferred here!? Alfons: I'd like to say, just another day's work. But this is seriously a bit much this time. 3: So, what next? You have a plan to shake them off I hope? Kurt: I'll look through the data and think my options calmly. There will be an answer within. This is precisely the kind of times I need all of you to focus and be collected with your actions. 45: As expected of our commander. Dependable as always. Annika: We've made it this far through worse! We can do this! 56: I wonder about that. It's a league of difference this time, I cannot think of anything but the worst.. Kurt: ..Allow me some time to think. Everyone, be on high alert. Kurt: ..It's not working! Nothing's coming together! Riela: Kurt, there's nothing out of place ahead of us. Kurt: Is that so. Riela: You have the rare look of irritation on your face. Kurt: ... Kurt: It's only because Imca discovered them for us early that we managed to scrape together an escape but staying on the run for days on end in the endless desert with nowhere to hide is an impossibility. Kurt: And there is no guarantee other squads are not lying in wait for us. Kurt: In the first place, is there even such a thing as a safe place to run to? We're fighting our own Gallian army this time. Riela: That is.. Kurt: Though if we were able to get out of the desert I may have several options to fall back on. Kurt: Damn! This wouldn't be so difficult if it wasn't a desert! Kurt: Tch! I'm out of drops! Riela: Kurt, are you okay? Kurt: Shut up! Don't talk to me now! Riela: ..Sorry. Kurt: .. Kurt: Sorry. Riela: It's okay. Even I know how hard it is now. Kurt: (Our top priority right now would be to shake off our pursuers and get out of the desert) Kurt: (But without concrete intelligence, no piece of action can be put together in my head) Kurt: (Our enemies' location, scale, speed, equipment.. I'm in dire shortage of all sorts of information) Kurt: (Having a surprise laid on us is like walking in the middle of a fog) Kurt: (Every battle must be fought with a plan that can accurately describe the method of victory.) Kurt: (But now, let alone see our victory, this is worse than having our eyes blindfolded) Kurt: At this rate..!! Riela: Kurt.. Alfons: Sir! A Gallian company is heading towards us from the north! Kurt: They mean to close us in from the north and southwest at the same time..! Kurt: Make our way east! Alfons: No way, are we truly moving into Imperial territory? Kurt: Having ourselves surrounded by Imperials seems like the better option now. Alfons: This is getting out of hand! Kurt: We're getting them off our backs! If they enter range, answer back with suppressive fire, slow them down! Riela: Roger! Route A=
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