Masks Shatter When Spartans Fall

Vergil

You dare interrupt my hunt with your petty fireworks, alchemist?

Mustang

Your hunt nearly took my head off. This is a diplomatic event, not a battlefield.

A2

Tell that to the Spartan currently demolishing the stained glass.

Chief

Hostile contacts incoming—everyone down!

Vergil

My anonymity was... convenient.

A2

Those aren't YoRHa signatures. Something worse followed you.

Mustang

Gentlemen, lady—if we must fight here, we do it efficiently.

Vergil

Finally, someone who understands the value of decisive action.

A2

I'll take the left flank—those aren't machines or Prometheans.

Chief

New enemy class. Adapting strategies in real-time.

Mustang

Then let's give them a proper military welcome.

Vergil

After this, alchemist— you and I discuss that diplomatic shot.

Mustang

Only if you survive your dance with the android.

A2

Save the pissing contest for after we handle the actual threat crashing through the ceiling.