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I kept racing down the stormy highway...

...searching for the whereabouts of my interrupted dream...

...letting all my lies and bitter illusions...

...blow off my back, with the wind.

We're all just lonely hearts in the big city...

...everyone a child lost in love.

Day by day in the big city...

...tears only aggravate thoughts that won't rest.

Tonight... “Hurricane”

...I want... “Hurricane”

...to tell you I love you.

Tonight... “Hurricane”

...touch me... “Hurricane”

...like you mean it.

“Touch!”

“Give me touch!”

Object heading west on 104th Street is believed to be either...

...an armored trooper or light mobile armored combat machine.

Requesting full AD Police assistance.

I cannot share the pain in your heart...

...with darting words that merely placate.

Massive explosion in District 14.

I want you to tell me what it is...

Police pursuit vehicles believed to be involved.

...that makes your eyes cloud over.

In the big city, our hearts are all torn and tattered...

...and we're tired of dancing around each other at night...

It's a boomer, Leon.

...so in the big city's empty days...

...we waited anxiously for a little warmth.

Tonight... “Hurricane”

...I want... “Hurricane”

...to tell you I love you.

Tonight... “Hurricane”

...I want... “Hurricane”

...to hold you once more.

“Touch!”

“Burning Touch!”

It's turned up in District 34!

Okay, take him down!

Ready!

We're all just lonely hearts in the big city...

...everyone a child lost in love.

Day by day in the big city...

...tears only aggravate thoughts that won't rest.

Tonight... “Hurricane”

...I want... “Hurricane”

...to tell you I love you.

Tonight... “Hurricane”

...touch me... “Hurricane”

...like you mean it.

“Touch!”

Tonight... “Hurricane”

...I want... “Hurricane”

...to tell you I love you.

Tonight... “Hurricane”

...I want... “Hurricane”

...to hold you once more.

“Touch!”

“Burning Touch!”

“Give me Touch!”

“Burning Touch!”

When Priss finds out we're not getting paid for this job, she'll be angry.

This Boomer is acting in an unusual manner.

Leon! He got past the District 9 Gate.

Now heading south on 42nd Street.

Choppers and trackers in pursuit.

Got it.

Careful.

Something's different about this one.

Perhaps we ought to leave it to the Army?

Our boy's making quite a splash.

He got Chopper 2!

Where'd the bastard go?

What a mess!

Headlight City that stares with twinkling eyes.

“Lonely” Angel of Loneliness.

My heart flutters...

...I can hear its beat...

“Help me” Feel the danger.

Someone is calling me...

...a whisper transforms into a shooting star.

“We want you, Soldier Girls, Soldier Girls”

Pierce the impenetrable sky with light.

“We want you, Soldier Girls, Soldier Girls”

Pierce the city of rubble with hope.

“We want you, Soldier Girls, Soldier Girls”

There's no turning back now.

When it comes time to burn up...

...hold on tight to me.

This one's different, a whole new breed.

What are they up to?

It's a C-Class Boomer.

A new type?

Looks that way.

Let's get out of here.

So those are the Knight Sabers everyone's talking about.

Man, I'm starved.

Now to feed my face...

Huh?

Is it... Priss?

It is you, isn't it?

Fancy meeting you in a place like this!

Uh, I'm a fan of yours!

Thanks.

I caught your show this evening.

It was incredible!

Say, how about having a burger with me?

I've already got one.

Oh yeah... so I see.

Still, this is so cool...

...me getting to make friends with you and all...

Oh, I still haven't introduced myself.

I'm Leon, with the AD Police. We protect people from Boomers.

I knew that from looking at the badge on your chest.

You know, I hate the police...

...especially the AD Police.

Well, there aren't many people who say they love the police.

Well, you might be liked if you did a little something for the people's benefit.

Throw this away.

Uh, if I do, will you have dinner with me sometime?

Instead of chasing girls' asses, go chase a few Boomers' asses.

These are the Knight Sabers.

This is the equipment they use?

Yes, sir. Their true motives are unclear...

...but the evidence seems to indicate that they will work for money.

To think that such suits actually exist...

I would very much like to acquire them for analysis.

Do you want to hire them, sir?

We can't let it become public knowledge...

...that this latest fiasco is connected to a USSD military secret.

Yes, offer them the job.

Yes, sir!

Trade friction, you say? The nations of the world want...

...Genom's products so much, they're fighting over them!

That's true.

Genom accounts for 68% of the world's cars, for example...

Relax...

Military Combat Boomers?

Don't tell me you're going to bring that up again!

We have a vital export business with the countries...

...involved in the Polar War, you know.

We're proud that it's contributing to the country's continuing prosperity!

Uh-huh...

If you show me your support...

...I can guarantee the Prime Minister's position.

Yes...

You can count on it.

Rest assured.

Regarding the collection you desired...

...my men have just acquired it from USSD.

I require those items, no matter what the cost...

...for the further expansion of Genom Enterprises.

This is an extremely important collection. Handle it carefully.

I believe I can make it available to you within 24 hours, sir.

Mason, I'll leave this in your hands...

...but don't forget that Genom is a respectable company.

It would be unfortunate if our name were to surface even slightly.

Yes, sir. I'm aware of that.

Hello, Wiz Laboratory.

Good evening.

Oh, good evening.

Chief? It's your daughter.

Hello? Is that you, Daddy?

What's the matter, Sylia?

It's the middle of the night.

Why are you still up?

It's been a whole week, Daddy.

When are you coming home?

I'm all right, but Mackie's feeling lonely.

Ah, I understand, Sylia.

You know I'm doing some very important research right now, don't you?

Yes.

Be patient just a little longer.

We're throwing in the No. 2 Battery, sir.

Check output at one-tenth-second intervals. Inject power.

It's only a model using synthetic fibers at this stage...

...but the possibilities will open up from here on...

Sis?

This just arrived...

A data unit?

For Sylia Only?

All right, already!

Hey, Sis! Here I come!

Can't you be quieter? It is morning, after all...

Which paper are you reading?

Here! Take a look at this!

A job offer?

See?

“Knight Sabers: contact us about a possible commission...”

Wow! Look at this! Isn't it radical?

Save it for later.

Work comes first.

And what would you ladies like?

Do we have a job?

How about something like this?

Uh, let's see.

Wow! 20 million up front?

Uh, you mean these panties cost 20 million?

Oh, brilliant recovery.

Have you finished investigating the client?

It's USSD.

USSD? The space defense force?

This is uncool.

There's got to be a catch.

Right.

But I think that since we have an offer, we should take it.

It's work, after all.

On the other hand, it might be a trap.

That's true...

Sylia, what should we do?

I think there's merit in both your positions.

We need to know the details of the job, and their real motives.

Anyway, let's contact them.

Nene...?

You're through with work for the day, aren't you?

Shall we?

Oh, okay.

Hey... what's this?

What's going on?

Was getting on the bus dressed like this really a good idea?

We'll save time and trouble this way.

Good afternoon.

Who...

Who are you?

Good afternoon!

Co-Combat suits?

Wh-What do you want?

We're the Knight Sabers.

We're here at the Commander's invitation.

What?!

All right, hang on a second. I'll check.

Hello, this is Gate 2.

I've got people here claiming to be the “Knight Sabers.”

Yes...

Yes, that's right...

Yes...

Huh...?

Yes, sir!

My... My apologies!

The Commander is waiting for you!

See?

Yup.

Sir, the Knight Sabers are here.

Ah. Send them in.

Do... Do you always dress like that?

Of course.

After all, the world is a dangerous place.

A... A woman...?

Well, not even armor can hide these curves!

See what I mean?

Ah, those suits are superb, aren't they...

Oh, pardon me...

Since we are tentatively offering you a job, we did a little research first.

Frankly, your suits are superior to our own K-12 Armored Troopers.

You outmatch the K-12 in both mass and mobility.

By the way, what guarantee do we have that you'll keep this confidential?

We work in the shadows, as you know.

What alternative do you have, except to trust us?

Quite right.

Let me explain.

F. G. Frederick, age 25.

A USSD computer technician.

Name: Cynthia. Age: six.

I want you to find these two for me.

Tracking down missing persons?

What's so special about this girl?

Well... right now, it would be a little...

Okay, fine.

But I can't believe this is just a missing-persons case.

The fact is, we believe she was abducted yesterday...

...by a group of Boomers whose leader had infiltrated USSD.

Abducted by Boomers?

We think Frederick infiltrated us, on some unknown person's orders...

...and, as a member of our staff, was able to mastermind the operation.

Then this Frederick is a Boomer too?

Can't we get more detail?

That is something we can't confirm.

Bring up the temperature display.

So what are they after?

They want the plans to an exotic weapon...

...which is crucial to our nation's defense.

The orbital particle-beam satellites?

You know of them?

Range-vs.-target alignment error: 10⁻¹⁰ or less.

Capable of destroying an area of radius up to 1000-km.

You are good!

The thought that over 200 of them are floating over my head disgusts me.

But they insure the safety of our country.

Moreover, even Third World countries possess many satellite weapons.

It is better to accept the present situation...

Sylia... That's no ordinary camera.

...wherein the balance of power between various nations is maintained.

Please, please wait! We apologize for this discourtesy!

But we really do want to hire you!

In fact, we'll pay you an additional 20 million if you can expose their organization.

We're not being tailed, are we?

Looks safe... but, up above...

Huh?

I'll give them credit for trying, but this is over-the-top.

What are you doing?

SCREW YOU!

So, if we combine last night's Boomer rampage down 42nd Street...

...and this new job...

...what do we get, Nene?

I wonder if that Boomer was a decoy, meant to distract the AD Police.

Based on our analysis of the AD Police data Nene's gathered...

...and our quarry's movements last night...

...for the time being, we'll concentrate on Districts 10, 11 and 12.

Let's get started, then.

And be sure to check in regularly.

Solo action is strictly prohibited.

Okay, okay...

Never seen 'em before!

Did your old man and the brat run out on you?

It ain't like that at all!

There's someone looking for you and Cynthia.

Thanks.

A decent-looking woman, actually.

What's this, an empty...?

Who do you suppose she is, Bogey?

How should I know?

How 'bout we take her for a ride, and let her tell us?

Who the hell are you?

Boomers?

Who the hell is she?

AD Police?

No, I don't think she's police.

Fine with me.

We'll get it out of her in due time, after we get to Aqua City.

Aqua City?

The others are probably there already.

Yeah.

Ow!

Shit...

If you're gonna have an accident, make it a little neater...

Thanks for the info.

I'll bring it back!

Boomer!

Here you go.

Oh... Oh, no more.

My stomach is gurgling.

Do you think something's happened to Priss?

She is a little late, isn't she.

That's typical...

I've told her over and over again...

...to call in every hour.

Nothing.

Just patrol messages.

Looks like the Boomers have the night off!

Hold on...

...calling Station 1!

This is ADP-102 calling Station 1!

I'm in pursuit of a Boomer on Route Keihin 5, heading for R-51!

Subjects are a C-Class Boomer and a racing bike!

A racing bike?

That must be Priss!

R-51, that's Aqua City.

Let's check it out.

No. It could be anyone, not just Priss.

That's true...

all we can do is wait for her to contact us.

But if it is Priss, she won't have her suit.

She could be in trouble! Damn! This worries me!

If only she'd hurry up and call us.

Sis...?

A map of Tokyo...

Cynthia?

Don't be frightened.

Are you Cynthia?

Who're you, Lady?

I'm Priss.

I've come to rescue you.

Look, you've gotten your clothes all dirty.

Are you alone?

Uh-huh.

Is anyone else here?

I don't know.

Look at this, Lady.

What the...?

I've seen that drawing somewhere before...

I did that.

I see. You're very talented.

Come on, let's go home.

Your mama and papa must be worried about you.

I have no such people.

You... You don't?

Then why would anyone want to kidnap you?

Who the hell are you?

Who are you?

Look what a mess you've made of him.

You really ought to pay the repair bill!

That's right. I'm gonna roast you alive.

Hold it! After she's told us who she works for...

That's a hassle.

We should kill her without a second thought.

You've got one round left.

You gonna use it?

Looks like you'll have to foot the bill for fixing me too!

So you still don't want to talk, eh?

Soon you won't be able to, even if you wanted to.

We've shown you nothing but kindness, but you still won't chat, eh?

You!

That's right, the man you've been looking for.

It seems they told you I was a computer technician, but...

You're a Boomer, too?

Why'd you choose that girl for this project?

Apparently, you know nothing at all about Cynthia.

Wha...?

I don't know which intelligence agency sent you...

...but if you don't intend to talk, it's the end of the line for you.

Lady?

Who are you?

The Knight Sabers!

You think you're hot stuff, don't you?

Not bad.

I'd say you're superior to the military's K-12 Armored Troopers.

You really did a number on my friends.

What do you hope to accomplish?

To defend peace and justice, and rid the world of evil.

An admirable goal.

But will you be able to challenge me?

Get the girl out of here. Hurry!

After them! Don't let them get away!

I guess this means our date is on, huh?

Cut the crap.

Right now, I just want to get topside! Which way?

That way!

Thanks!

Damn!

Lady!

Cynthia!!

Damn!

Th-This is a Boomer?

It can't be!

You've really been beaten up.

We've gotta get you treated, fast!

Priss?

What're you...?

In your condition, you won't stand a chance!

I went to a lot of trouble to find her!

I will bring her back!

It's hopeless!

The bastard is absorbing all of Aqua City!

Looks like the Knight Sabers have bitten off more than they can chew.

Sylia! I'll take point!

Priss!

I'm going inside!

Do it!

We did it!

You okay?

What's with that chopper?

Genom!

Genom!

Huh?

It's Cynthia!

She's a Boomer!

Th-The particle-beam satellites?

Help me!

Hey, hey, hey, do you think we'll still get that extra 20 million?

Right, right.

Are you aware of the magnitude of this situation?

Oh, I'm aware all right!

20 million! 20 million!

That's not what I mean!

What do you mean, then?

We're talking about 20 million!

Well, I'm exhausted...

Okay, let's get out of here.

Priss!

Sorry to keep you waiting so long for our first date.

I wasn't waiting for you.

Say no more.

Let's go grab some dinner.

What do you fancy?

You actually did something that helped people.

Thanks!

Brrr! Chilly!

I wonder if she's a...?

Oh well.

The congested hustle & bustle in the oblique early-afternoon light.

Heartbeats that tremble as sunset pierces the windows.

If they have limits...

...then dreams are only painful.

“Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy”

The glow, drifting away...

“Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy”

Oh, the weight of my lost love...

Like swimming around the clock in an enchanted ocean...

...the colors of the city bring the blue summer with them.

If there is light...

...then in the shadows there is sadness.

“Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy”

The glow, drifting away...

“Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy”

Oh, the weight of my lost love...

“Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy”

The glow, drifting away...

“Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy”

Oh, the weight of my lost love...

“Hey Mr. Dandy, Hey Mr. Joy”