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This is Unit 303.

They appear to be heading for the spaceport!

Call in Unit 401! He's on patrol in the vicinity of Shaft D-9!

We'll put them in a pincer on the linear highway!

Hang on, Anri.

Just a little bit longer, and we'll be free!

I'm sorry...

now, of all times...

Once we get through here, we'll be at the spaceport!

You think Nam's done her part?

If things are going according to plan.

We can't turn back now, no matter what happens.

If we don't get to the planet, we're done for!

Yes! I can't stand this place any longer!

Faster, Meg, faster!

Right!

Gamma-3! Watch your front!

Shit!

This is Unit 10. I've lost sight of Unit 7.

Last seen in Shaft F-3, heading toward Port 6.

Requesting Doberman support.

Repeat: Requesting Doberman support!

Roger!

It's the exit!

We made it!

Dobermans?

It's no use.

We can't get away now.

Meg, set the car on full auto-cruise!

We'll ditch her on my mark!

Anri, you can handle that, right?

Yeah...

They're late!

What could be keeping Sylvie and the others?

Nam!

I thought you were done for.

Ready to go?

Okay!

Hurry, Sylvie!

The patrols are making their rounds now!

Okay, Anri, it's all right now.

Hang on.

It's a Doberman!

Board quickly!

That door won't hold long.

Meg! Lou! What about you?

Hurry!

Look out!

Nam! What are you doing?

I'm done for...

now get out of here.

No! I can't just abandon all of you!

What are you standing there for? Move it!

Lou!

Hang on, Lou!

Meg! Lou!

Sylvie...

...get freedom...

freedom enough for all of us, okay?

Nam!

Nam!

Meg, Lou, Nam... all of you...

My heart feels like it's in ruins...

I can't get to sleep at all tonight.

Something is lurking... “Midnight”

Towering skyscrapers...

Tranquil moonlight...

Something is likely to happen on the highway, late at night.

One mystery after another; you should feel it, too.

We shouldn't have been born to be sad.

“Don't close your heart...” Don't close your heart...

“Don't close your heart...”

It's ridiculous, I tell ya! We didn't get any sleep all night!

The trials and tribulations of public servants...

Come on, go to bed with me.

Not now, I've got a headache.

We will arrive at the scene shortly.

Fasten your seatbelts...

Can the spiel, you jerk!

Go on, set us down right smack in the middle of the bastards!

Uh, yes sir!

Based on forensic analysis of the debris...

...we think it's related to SDPC.

I mean, really! This is the last straw!

Don't they have any better ways of throwing their trash away?

So...

what about the pilot?

We're searching for him right now, sir.

But under the circumstances, he's probably...

Yeah, surviving this would be a thousand to one shot.

Captain!

The results of our inquiry into the model registration number we found earlier...

...confirm that it is the Orca IV, a SDPC shuttle.

No comment regarding its occupants.

If we're dealing with SDPC, we might as well pack it in now.

So it's over our heads in more ways than one.

Take it with a grain of salt.

Here they come now.

...therefore, SDPC, the Space Development Corporation, will conduct...

...a full inquiry into the situation at the giant Genaros Station...

...which is the supply center for the Moonbase.

According to SDPC, Genaros is being repaired as quickly as possible...

Something will have to be done on your end about this latest fiasco.

I understand.

I did not mean to cause you any inconvenience, Mr. Flint.

This has nothing to do with me, or my people.

Yes, sir. I am considering the worst case scenario. Rest assured.

Do that.

It would seem that, at least for now, Kaufman is following our orders.

Our most immediate concern is the whereabouts of the D-D...

...which was supposed to be aboard that shuttle.

If AD Police or the Tower find out about it,

we will have no choice but to temporarily cut the strings

between us and our puppet, SDPC.

You've bitten off more than you can chew.

Rather than sever ties you, and the chair you're sitting in,

might simply vanish.

I know what those girls are after.

AD Police and the Tower will be investigating this.

You do appreciate the risk I'm taking by shielding you, don't you... Largo?

Most of the workers on Genaros are F- and G-series space-development Boomers.

There's a strong possibility

that a defective unit in the lot caused some sort of screw-up during operations.

You go and listen to what their people have to say...

...and put it in the record, as a formality.

Just a formality?

Listen. Unless you dig up some hard evidence, step lightly.

This is SDPC we're dealing with; they're directly controlled by the Government.

And I don't want to make a fuss, only to get the evil eye from upstairs, okay?

The only thing you're concerned about is your retirement, you chickenshit.

You try dealing with officers like you, who run wild every time there's a big case...

...and see if you don't end up just like me!

My head's on the chopping block all the time!

Son of a bitch...!

Don't get too caught up in the nightlife.

It's almost an all-Boomer station.

I'm not looking forward to this.

That's true.

By the way, Leon,

have you heard any of the rumors about illegal arms traffic...

...going on inside Genaros?

Yeah.

I've got sort of a feeling about this accident, you know?

Feminine intuition, perhaps?

Not a bad feeling to have.

Catch.

The green earth, whose cry splits the silence.

The dazzling light that blocks the pitch-dark road.

You, angel fallen to earth, live here and now...

Are you turned on?

...for the sake of tomorrow.

“Soldier, fighting and kill the wrong...”

Red roses in your heart...

“Soldier, this is the way of love...”

Until you achieve victory...

Oh, hey, do you know about that girl Sylvie?

Yeah, I know about her.

She's the girl Priss is hanging around with, right?

She hit town just the other day, and already she's a sensation.

She's so stylish!

That's just because everyone finds a fresh face exotic.

I mean, she couldn't hold a candle to me.

Hi!

Priss!

You were your usual terrific self tonight.

Oh, thank you.

How about I quit my job at Phoebe's, and become your manager?

If you want to sign with EMI, now's the time.

Oh, there you go again.

Hey, Priss, did you know that Linna says...

...that her latest boyfriend is one of EMI's directors?

I don't want to know.

I've had it with you crying your broken heart out.

You're mean! It's serious this time, I tell you.

I deserve happiness, too.

Being happy with Linna? What an awful thought.

You got that right.

Oooh, you're both picking on me!

You look like you're having fun.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

You're late, Sylvie.

I already did my last set.

I-I'm sorry.

I had a little... business to take care of.

Oh, these are your friends, right?

Yeah, Nene and Linna.

Uh, uh, you're Sylvie, right? Priss has been telling us about you...

...how you're so stylish, and a terrific biker.

If I were a man, I'd make a pass at you, no sweat.

Oh, you're too kind.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Oh, same here.

Okay, now that we're all here, howzabout we get going?

Right!

Speaking of which...

Sorry about this, Sylia.

Same as ever, eh, Fargo?

Why don't you wear a slightly nicer suit for once?

Hey, I'm sorry. I've got all kinds of expenses, you know.

Plus, with the cost of living today, that sort of thing's out of my reach.

Anyway, did you have a look at the report I sent you?

Kaufman at SDPC is in the hot seat, right?

You got it.

He was an ambitious high-flier, but apparently he got involved...

...with a Genom splinter group, secretly built a next-generation superweapon...

...shipped it to an orbital station, and planned to sell it to the Communists.

The D-D airborne battlemover, right?

I've heard about it here and there.

Is it already finished, then?

They completed a prototype.

Now what Kaufman wants is either its recovery, or its destruction.

Also, find his girlfriend.

Seems she turned out to be the thief.

No leads on her identity, though.

So the Genom Tower is behind all this?

As a matter of fact, Genom Corporate had nothing to do with this incident.

This is a messy job, and it's not going to come cheap.

I've already deposited half the fee.

You should find it acceptable.

Fargo, I'm just no match for you. Okay.

I'll contact you in the usual manner.

I don't feel very good about this place, no matter how often I come here. It stinks.

Leon!

I'll show you the deceased.

Forget the guy; it's a waste that this happened to a good-looking girl.

Right, Nene?

Uh... Yes, sir, she is good-looking.

Since that's neither here nor there, would you two mind shutting up for a minute?

Now, there are more bodies waiting.

I'll tell you what I've figured out. Write this down.

First, the woman. As with the man...

...the immediate cause of death was massive blood loss.

Main external wounds are this injury to the left side of the neck, as well as...

That's the eighth incident in just the last two weeks!

All with identical circumstances.

Previous reports indicate hardly any bloodstains at the scenes, too.

I wonder if it isn't a vampire, after all.

The constant “Vampire” headlines in the papers are causing a panic.

That's what I like about this town: it's never dull.

Still, maybe the vampire uses some kind of modern vehicle...

...since these were all freeway incidents.

I dunno... could be a Boomer.

A Boomer?!

You mean, Boomers drink blood?

They might. The 33-S had an artificial blood supply.

But there aren't any around nowadays, of course...

...since building that model of Boomer was outlawed.

Then it is a vampire, after all.

Whatever it is, unless we track it down soon...

...there'll be no cute girls left.

That's true...

I've got to be careful!

What?!

So the upshot is, the Investigation Section is working on the angle...

...that the culprit in the Vampire serial killings is a 33-S...

...but the production data states that all of them were destroyed.

Do you know why this Boomer was banned?

When certain parts from the C-class were transplanted into it...

...making it easy to synchronize with superweapons, it became a problem.

It was a Sexaroid.

A Sexaroid...?

Wow!

They really exist?

I thought you weren't interested in perverted things like that!

Well, why not?

Hey, I wonder if they're as pretty as the girl I met yesterday.

Who?

Oh, this biker friend of Priss'.

Her name's Sylvie, and she's hot.

She's got a body that's to die for!

Priss gets along unusually well with her.

I see. Sounds like someone I'd want to meet.

All right, inform me if anything else happens.

Okay!

A superweapon and a 33-S...

Ignorant fool.

“As ye sow, so shall ye reap.”

The question now is, what is his ladyfriend after?

Here you go.

Thank you.

So, how do you like this town so far?

Talk about a mixed blessing.

That's the Genom Corporate Research Center.

You know, they're the source of all the Boomer trouble.

Pretty sensational, don't you think?

Here.

Uh-uh. The rest is mine.

Here you go...

Hey, you all right?

Uh, yeah...

I bet that cat was a female.

She turned nasty at the sight of a beautiful girl.

Oh, Priss...

Even that cat is free.

Come on, let's go. I've got rehearsal at the club.

Oh...

I'm staying here a bit longer.

I. Am. Free.

I'm free now!

Free?

Right!

I don't know what you're talking about, but I'll catch you later!

Call me!

How much will the little bitch teach the D-D? That's the question!

You think we should strike before the 33-S fully trains it?

Is there any chance of her synchronizing with the “J-1” installed in the D-D?

There's no telling...

but as long as they are fully active...

It's just that, maintenance-free though it might be, the 33-S is an old model.

It won't stand a chance in the city.

But having escaped from the station, it must be after the datadisc.

And this “vampire” business has the city in an uproar.

We can no longer leave this in Kaufman's hands.

Recapture it at all costs, before either AD Police or the Tower...

...focus their attentions on us.

And when you find the 33-S...

After all, I wouldn't want to lose my position over something like this.

Don't do it anymore.

It's too dangerous now.

If you're caught, you'll be eliminated.

What you've already done for me is enough.

Live for your own sake from now on!

That's not true, Anri.

Right now, this is the only way I have of maintaining your systems.

But I've finally pinpointed the location of the datadisc.

Once we have that, we won't have to do this anymore.

Soon,

yes, in just a little while we'll be able to live completely under our own power!

Wh-Who are you?

Why, I'll leave that up to your imagination.

The 33-S!

How?

Where are the guards...?

Heh... cute.

Here it is!

Still around, huh? That was careless of me.

Well, if it isn't the current hot topic of conversation!

We're just thrilled to meet you.

Well, then, I'd like to make you even happier.

Why don't you take off those tacky sunglasses?

Like this?

Dammit! I'm surrounded by brainless bastards!

Hey, McLeod!

Have you tracked down the identity of yesterday's victim yet?

What the hell's wrong with you bastards?

Leon, call for you from Daley.

What? Daley?

How long is that jerk gonna hang around up there?

Tell him to get his butt back down here!

Sounds like he's in a good mood.

It's just his usual bitchiness.

You find out anything on your end?

I finally chased down Kaufman.

He was planning to do an illicit deal with...

...the superweapons, in cahoots with the head of GPCC, just like we figured.

But the stolen D-D packs some impressive firepower.

What, another battlemover?

I'll bring it in with an Armored Trooper, as evidence.

Don't underestimate it, Leon.

The D-D is a new type battlemover, equipped with the “J-1” auto-control system.

It's highly intelligent, and may have more firepower than our K-12's.

On top of which...

Hey, there's an ongoing investigation into that big game you're after!

Don't get in so deep that we can't reel you back in!

What?!

Good work, Daley.

I'll be extra nice to you when you get back.

Where're you going?

On patrol.

If I meet the vampire, I'll break its fangs...

...and bring 'em back as souvenirs.

Listen, Leon.

The patrol choppers are each carrying an Armored Trooper.

Don't use them to go patrolling.

Thanks.

Are you sure this is all right, Leon?

I mean, authorizing an emergency take-off...

Don't worry.

I'll take full responsibility.

Roger!

Firefight spotted on Highway 5!

Heading North-Northeast!

All right, circle around and pursue!

Roger!

Pretty gutsy, the bitch.

But the 33-S is finally at the end of her rope.

Yeah. Let's finish her off before the cops arrive.

Combat machine unrecorded in databank.

Shall I contact headquarters?

Call them in if anything happens to me.

Let's do it.

Okay, hold it right there.

I'm not going to do anything!

Just get out of that machine!

What? What's happening? My head...

What the?!

“The J-1 is a completely unmatched automated combat system...

“...which activates if the pilot's heart rate drops below a certain level.”

“Once it activates, if the J-1 runs out of power, then Boom!”

“It self-destructs... using a micro-neutron bomb!”

I'm not...

not finished, not yet!

Here we go!

What?!

Unless I put this thing down quickly... the city will go up in smoke!

Over... there...

Knight Sabers...

Go!

What's going on?

Oh, no! It's gone into full-auto mode!

The computer's decided that I'm dead!

All that's left now is...!

Destroy it, quickly!

It'll self-destruct when it runs out of power.

We'll be blown to atoms... along with the entire city...

What was that? Nene!

Uh, right!

He's right! It's got a micro-neutron bomb, and it's only...

...180 seconds away from criticality!

What?!

Sylvie!

Priss?

K-Kill me...

The D-D is fused to me.

If you kill me, it should shut down.

Hurry!

Why?

Why does it have to be you?

Please. It's completely out of control.

If you don't do it, I'll take you and Anri with me!

I can't...

I can't do it!

What's wrong with you, Priss? Do it!

No! I can't shoot her!

Priss!

Stop... it...

Stop it, D-D!

Priss!

Sylvie...

Here I come!

Priss!

Priss!

Sylvie!

Priss...

Sylvie!

Sylvie, I can't believe it's you...

Priss, take this...

There's a girl, Anri, waiting in my apartment. Give it to her.

Without it, she'll become like me, forced to attack people...

I beg you...

Why did you do it?

I wanted to be...

like you, Priss...

free...

Sylvie?

Sylvie!

I appreciate the situation, Priss.

Do you think you should hand over that data?

I know!

But Sylvie was a friend.

I can't betray my friends!

All right, then. Get going.

The rest of us will disperse!

Sylia...

Sylia Stingray...

If you could look into someone's heart...

...whose heart would you choose to look into?

If I could have seen your feelings back then...

...where might the two of us be now?

I hate the setting sun, because it makes me feel lonely, somehow.

I won't forget that look in your eyes, which you only let me see.

I won't forget your words: no one can live alone.

When summer fades, I remember you.

I can never again be that ecstatic.

I hate tears, because they wash everything away.

I won't forget your gentleness, which only I know.

I won't forget your warmth. No one can live alone.