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Paradox-Roid | Chapter 10
Chapter 9 << | index | >> Chapter 11
(Sirens)
Bradley: This is the Vollmond City Police. Affirmative, I’ve confirmed the signal-less Assist-Roid. Hand it over at once.
Cain: .............! That’s my boss. But why, how did he......
Rustica: ......This is the worst case scenario....... Chloe, head to the back. Don’t show yourself no matter what.
Chloe: No way. I have to protect you, Rustica. Besides, Chief Bain is all right.
I hear that he collects Assist-Roids right before they get scrapped or illegally disposed of and takes them someplace else.
Rustica: Did you speak to the Chief? Why didn’t you tell me!?
Chloe: Don’t worry, Rustica. I didn’t meet him directly. It was the Flores brothers who told me.
Rustica: Please hide, Chloe....... I don’t want to lose you.......
Rustica’s gentle eyes are distorted with misery, glimmering like the night dew.
Chloe clasps Rustica’s hands and firmly shakes his head.
Chloe: I won’t run away. I’ll stay here and protect you.
Rustica’s face crumples with despair. Heathcliff, who had been silent until then, speaks up.
Heathcliff: ......Why aren’t you giving him an order? You’re Chloe’s owner. He can't defy your orders.
It isn’t Rustica who responds to Heathcliff’s question, but Chloe.
Chloe’s adorable, honey-sweet smile is suffused with a delightful air of superiority.
Chloe: I don’t have to listen to Rustica’s orders anymore.
Rustica: Chloe!
Cain: ......You don’t have to listen to his orders?
(Crash)
Bradley: We’re moving in! Secure the target!
Cain: ......Boss.......!
Multiple police officers break through the open shutters.
The man giving their orders is the person Cain called “boss.”
He steps into the laboratory, licking a CBSC.
Bradley: What the hell are you up to, Cain?
Owen: No fair! I want some too!
Cain: What do you think you’re doing!?
Bradley: Watch your manners with your superior. There’s always a long line for that wagon, but it happened to be empty today so I lined up for some.
You see that commercial enough times and it sure gives you a craving. Hey, newbie. Bring me my tablet.
Police: Yes sir!
Before long, we’re completely surrounded by police officers.
Bradley checks his tablet, turning it towards us. The screen shows a picture of Owen’s face.
Bradley: We got a search request from his owner. Hand him over to me. If you don’t, I’m going to have you arrested on the spot for theft and larceny.
Chloe: Just try it!
Rustica: ......Chloe......!
Cain: Hang on! This has nothing to do with them. I was the one who brought Owen here.
I’m the one who should be held responsible for thef—...... Ouch!
Bradley: I told you to watch your mouth. It’s Sir Bradley to you. Repeat after me.
Cain: Sir Bradley...... Doesn’t this count as an abuse of authority, or harassment?
Bradley: Don’t get all worked up over a little harassment. Show me that working class backbone you got. You sure are a spoiled kid.
I’m taking over this case. Cain, you’re dismissed from the scene.
Cain: I respectfully refuse to comply!
Bradley: “I respectfully refuse to comply” — so you can speak politely when you try. Here’s a treat for you. It’s good.
Cain: I don’t want your half-eaten CBSC! There’s practically nothing but the cone.......
Owen: I want it.
Cain: I’ll buy you a new one! Don’t get bought off by a half-eaten one!
Owen: What are you getting all mad for......
Cain: Boss, there’s something strange going on. Who is Owen’s owner? That guy’s IC chip is a dummy.
Bradley: If you wanna keep your job, don’t poke your head into what goes on among the upper class.
Cain: We’re not their servants! Before, when I escorted that Assist-Roid on their first errand......
Bradley: Shut it about that case! The people involved are more dangerous than you can possibly imagine. Shush. Keep your mouth shut, kid.
Cain: What good are the police if we can’t even lay a hand on guys that dangerous!?
Bradley: That’s just the way it is. Our organization is corrupt — tangled up in a messy web with the powerful at the top.
Bradley spits out at Cain, before swiftly turning around to deal a chopping blow on Owen’s chest.
(Thwack)
Owen: .............!
Cain: Owen.......!
Owen: No, I don’t want to be stopped ag—......
Bradley thrusts his fingers against Owen’s chest, which had begun to glow bluish-white, and performs some sort of action.
Owen freezes, his eyes wide open.
Chapter 9 << | index | >> Chapter 11
(Sirens)
Bradley: This is the Vollmond City Police. Affirmative, I’ve confirmed the signal-less Assist-Roid. Hand it over at once.
Cain: .............! That’s my boss. But why, how did he......
Rustica: ......This is the worst case scenario....... Chloe, head to the back. Don’t show yourself no matter what.
Chloe: No way. I have to protect you, Rustica. Besides, Chief Bain is all right.
I hear that he collects Assist-Roids right before they get scrapped or illegally disposed of and takes them someplace else.
Rustica: Did you speak to the Chief? Why didn’t you tell me!?
Chloe: Don’t worry, Rustica. I didn’t meet him directly. It was the Flores brothers who told me.
Rustica: Please hide, Chloe....... I don’t want to lose you.......
Rustica’s gentle eyes are distorted with misery, glimmering like the night dew.
Chloe clasps Rustica’s hands and firmly shakes his head.
Chloe: I won’t run away. I’ll stay here and protect you.
Rustica’s face crumples with despair. Heathcliff, who had been silent until then, speaks up.
Heathcliff: ......Why aren’t you giving him an order? You’re Chloe’s owner. He can't defy your orders.
It isn’t Rustica who responds to Heathcliff’s question, but Chloe.
Chloe’s adorable, honey-sweet smile is suffused with a delightful air of superiority.
Chloe: I don’t have to listen to Rustica’s orders anymore.
Rustica: Chloe!
Cain: ......You don’t have to listen to his orders?
(Crash)
Bradley: We’re moving in! Secure the target!
Cain: ......Boss.......!
Multiple police officers break through the open shutters.
The man giving their orders is the person Cain called “boss.”
He steps into the laboratory, licking a CBSC.
Bradley: What the hell are you up to, Cain?
Owen: No fair! I want some too!
Cain: What do you think you’re doing!?
Bradley: Watch your manners with your superior. There’s always a long line for that wagon, but it happened to be empty today so I lined up for some.
You see that commercial enough times and it sure gives you a craving. Hey, newbie. Bring me my tablet.
Police: Yes sir!
Before long, we’re completely surrounded by police officers.
Bradley checks his tablet, turning it towards us. The screen shows a picture of Owen’s face.
Bradley: We got a search request from his owner. Hand him over to me. If you don’t, I’m going to have you arrested on the spot for theft and larceny.
Chloe: Just try it!
Rustica: ......Chloe......!
Cain: Hang on! This has nothing to do with them. I was the one who brought Owen here.
I’m the one who should be held responsible for thef—...... Ouch!
Bradley: I told you to watch your mouth. It’s Sir Bradley to you. Repeat after me.
Cain: Sir Bradley...... Doesn’t this count as an abuse of authority, or harassment?
Bradley: Don’t get all worked up over a little harassment. Show me that working class backbone you got. You sure are a spoiled kid.
I’m taking over this case. Cain, you’re dismissed from the scene.
Cain: I respectfully refuse to comply!
Bradley: “I respectfully refuse to comply” — so you can speak politely when you try. Here’s a treat for you. It’s good.
Cain: I don’t want your half-eaten CBSC! There’s practically nothing but the cone.......
Owen: I want it.
Cain: I’ll buy you a new one! Don’t get bought off by a half-eaten one!
Owen: What are you getting all mad for......
Cain: Boss, there’s something strange going on. Who is Owen’s owner? That guy’s IC chip is a dummy.
Bradley: If you wanna keep your job, don’t poke your head into what goes on among the upper class.
Cain: We’re not their servants! Before, when I escorted that Assist-Roid on their first errand......
Bradley: Shut it about that case! The people involved are more dangerous than you can possibly imagine. Shush. Keep your mouth shut, kid.
Cain: What good are the police if we can’t even lay a hand on guys that dangerous!?
Bradley: That’s just the way it is. Our organization is corrupt — tangled up in a messy web with the powerful at the top.
Bradley spits out at Cain, before swiftly turning around to deal a chopping blow on Owen’s chest.
(Thwack)
Owen: .............!
Cain: Owen.......!
Owen: No, I don’t want to be stopped ag—......
Bradley thrusts his fingers against Owen’s chest, which had begun to glow bluish-white, and performs some sort of action.
Owen freezes, his eyes wide open.
Chapter 9 << | index | >> Chapter 11