Lucky Dog 1 translations 03 Giulio Route 20



Part 1: Prison

Chapter 3

Improvisation

Have thirty minutes already passed?  Finally, the footsteps I’m waiting for reaches my ears.  They’re accompanied by the sound of something being rolled along on wheels.

There are two people.  Their footsteps stop.  The door opens.  Don’t think they’ve noticed anything was off.   …Good, we’re still flying.

Officer 1: Five, just like they said.

Officer 2: Let’s start from that end.  Ready?  … One, two!

The officers heave the bags we’re hiding in up and onto some stretcher-like thing before rolling us away.

It sounds like all five of us can’t fit on the same one, so they’re splitting us into two groups and hauling us out on the stretcher that way.  …I hope they don’t realize what’s inside isn’t what they were expecting.

Don’t find out, don’tfindout, pleasedon’tfindout.  Please no one move or make a sound.  Please don’t let them notice…  Santa Maria, lend a hand here?  Please??

Officer 1: Did that just twitch?

Officer 2: Don’t say something so creepy.  …It’s that thing the guys talk about, probably.  You know, when corpses move even though they’re dead or when they make sounds because of air moving through their windpipe, right?

Yesyes, that’s it.  That’s what it is.  Just leave it at that.  …  Who moved?  Was it that stupid idiot, Ivan?

Once outside, we’re picked up again from the stretcher and then plopped down onto … is this a horse cart?

Awesome!  This way, we can just have him walk us through the walls!

We move along slowly.  The bags we’re hiding in rock in time with the cart.

…Not long after, the cart stops.

Gatekeeper: …How’re things going?  I’ll be doing the usual check, then.

Officer 1: Go ahead.

…Someone makes his way towards the cart.  Is it the gatekeeper?  “Check” probably means a body check.  Guess they will have to look to see what’s inside the bag…

They’ll figure out we’re alive before anything else.  What to do…

Well, not like this wasn’t expected.

Suddenly, I rip the bag open, which only looked like it was tied shut, with calculated timing.

Gian: I’mmmm aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!!

Gatekeeper:  …U-Uwaaah!!

The gatekeeper’s horrified face is right in front of mine.

Gian: God has chosen me!!

This act probably won’t be able to buy too much time.  As expected of one employed in prison duty, by the next moment he’s recovered and clenching his baton tight.

Gian: But, still too slow!

I’d already wriggled out of the bag, wound back my fist.  I’m sure his jaw got a good taste of my punch.

Gian: Hey, you guys can come back from the dead too now.

Without waiting for my words, my companions, having noticed what’s going on, have already crawled out of the stinky body bags.

They all jump the cabby, the gatekeeper I’d just punched, and the other guard stationed here.

…It makes no difference that the guards are armed.  They’re completely overwhelmed by our surprise attack.

Luchino: Roughhousing after such a long time actually doesn’t feel too bad.

Even if they’re wary of inmates escaping from prison by hiding in body bags, I guess it’s not normal for five to pop out at once…  I feel a bit of sympathy for the unconscious guys who’d been beaten up before their surprised expressions even left their faces.

Ivan: Aagh, that bag was fucking … nasty…!

It doesn’t look like Ivan’s done venting yet because he sends another kick to one of the guys collapsed on the ground.

Giulio: Shall I disarm them?

Giulio asks this while sending sidelong glances towards the restless horse.

Gian: You’ve got a point…  Naw, let’s get moving.  It’s almost light now.  If we stay here, they’ll see us.

I turn back to the structure some distance away.  Even here, I can see the large housing complex standing tall amongst the other buildings.  At some point in time, the sun has crawled over the horizon.  Even as I watch, everything around me continues to gradually transform into morning.

Bernardo: He’s right.  Let’s hurry.  If we can get past this gate, we’re out.

Ivan: Wait, are we gonna be running all the way back to the city?

Gian: Someone’ll be coming to pick us up.  Bernardo has one of his guys driving circles outside these walls every day, thirty minutes after sunrise.

Luchino: Oh?  You’ve made thorough preparations.

Bernardo: As Gian said, I’ve contacted my crew.  I’ve ordered them to make rounds every day starting the day before yesterday and they’ll continue until I tell them to stop.  We can meet up with them immediately.

I’d asked him to take care of this beforehand, in a way so that it wouldn’t matter which escape route I would use.

This way, we’d have our ride out no matter what, and the escape wouldn’t have to be on any specific day, just in case something unexpected happens.

Bernardo: The sun’s already up…  They should be arriving.

If we can make it past these doors, we can simply hop into the car and take a free ride back to Daivan.  We won’t have to walk back, looking over our shoulders the whole time.

Luchino: Then what are we waiting for?

We undo the latch and open the door.

     

For a moment, the scenery assaulting our eyes dazzles us stupid.  After all, the only thing we’d been seeing day in and day out had been the inside of the prison.

Gian: Jailbreak iiiiis complete!

Giulio: …Congratulations.

Does this mean … that I’m boss now?  Just when I think this, Ivan’s voice rings out.

Ivan: Gian, you’re not boss until we get back to Daivan!  Until they publicly announce you in front of the Boss and all the other retired geezers, you’re still just a captain!  And one below me, too!

Ivan shouts this with a finger pointed my way.

Luchino: …Well, what he’s saying is correct.

Bernardo: Leave it for later, Ivan.  First things first, we need to get back to Daivan.

“Leave it for later” also refers to the me being boss bit, too, I guess…

Ah well.  It’s probably because of the time, but there’s not a single person around.  On the other hand, just on the other side of this tall wall is the prison.  It’s still too dangerous to take a breather here.

It’s about time our absence raised a commotion inside, and the gatekeepers’re probably about to wake up again.

Gian: Let’s just meet up with the car first.  These stripes stand out way too much.  Can’t do anything with them on.

We hurry away from the door and, glancing every which way, we wait for the car.

Traveling along the outside wall, we naturally slow down as we leave the gate behind.

After all, if we move around too much, it’ll up our chances of encountering someone.  But our worries were for nothing, since we didn’t meet a single person along the way.

Well, it is the middle of nowhere, and it’s not like many people take walks around the pen.

And, there’re no cars nor carts passing by, either.

Ivan: Hey, is our car still not here yet?!

Bernardo: It shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes to circle the walls once.  It should be arriving any time now…

Five minutes later, and we’re still rapidly walking.

     

It doesn’t really feel like a jailbreak if you don’t meet anyone from the outside, does it?

Luchino: …It sure is late.  I’d feel better if I could just hear a car engine.  You did say we’d be able to meet up immediately, right?

We stop.  Giulio expressionlessly questions Bernardo.

Giulio: Is there … a possibility that your orders did not reach Daivan…?

Bernardo: The orders definitely reached them because I gave them directly to my lawyer.

Ivan: If a car doesn’t come, what’re we gonna do?  This is your responsibility.

Bernardo: It’s impossible for my driver to have betrayed me.

Luchino: …What about the possibility that he’s dead?

Bernardo: …That’s…!

Then, from inside the walls, sirens start wailing.

…They’ve definitely noticed we’ve flown the coop now.  Maybe those guys we’d beaten up earlier woke up?

The sirens continue to scream.  I can see in my mind hoards of armed guys rushing out the door.

Things’ll only get worse and worse if we stay here.

We should give up on waiting for the car to pick us up.  That’s what my sixth sense is whispering to me.

Gian: …Why don’t we put my luck to the test?

I whisper this to myself.  The others turn to me.

Giulio: …?

Ivan: What’re you talking about?

Gian: If we stay here, they can see us from the gate.  Let’s go around that corner.  Run!

I take off without waiting for a response.  The other four follow me without knowing what the hell is going on.

We make our way around the long, long corner, and we finally meet up with our first passerby.

Old woman: Eeek!!

The senile grandma falls backwards onto the ground when she sees us.  We keep running past her.

Luchino: Sigh, the first lady we see outside is an old woman…?
Bernardo: Gian, where are we running to?  What are you thi—
Gian: …Here it comes!  Yahoo, it’s here!  That!  Over there!

A car is driving this way, accompanied by the loud roar of its engine.

It’s a sharp, sleek thing painted in a gaudy red.

Bernardo: That’s not one of our cars.
Gian: It’s gonna be our car now!

We stand, blocking the road, and the car screeches to a stop right in front of us.

The driver is just whom I’d expected it to be, judging from the color of the car.  I’d known days at the joint started early, but I hadn’t known this was the time work hours started.

I greet the driver with a face chock full of smiles.

Gian: Oh my, isn’t this the Chief?!  How do you do on this fair and wonderful morning?

Brooks:  Wh-Whaaa?!  Why are you—!  What are you—!

The warden recognizes me because I’m a frequent runner.

He’s staring at me speechless like he can’t believe his eyes.

The next moment, he’s dragged out of the car by Luchino and Giulio and beaten up.

We toss him by the side of the road, and the five of us quickly clamber into the red Alfa Romeo.  Awesome, it’s still spick and span new!

Bernardo takes the driver’s seat and doesn’t waste a second stepping on the gas.

Bernardo: Where to, Gian?
Gian: For now … let’s get out of this town and head west.  It’s countryside with nothing but fields and woods, so it’ll be the perfect place to lay low.  We can hook up with Daivan from there.
Bernardo: Roger that.  Hang on tight!

The car forcefully squeals around the turn.

And then again, acceleration.  Pedal to the metal.

Bernardo:  This speed…!  I wouldn’t expect any less from an Italian car!!
Ivan: Wait, we’re not seriously going straight past the gate—?!

Armed, uniformed men are just pouring out the gate at this time.  …Man, that was a really close call.

They can see us with our blaring stripes, and I can see them growing restless.

They take aim at our Alfa, which is zooming at max speed and taking only the slightest of detours left and right as we zip straight on by, and fire.

Of course, every last one of those bullets flies far off its mark.

Gian: No fucking way you’re gonna hit us!  ‘cause I’m in tip-top shape right now!

With the staccato bursts of gunfire as background music, I raise my voice with a cheerful laugh.

Right now, I can feel my luck coming – a great, strong wave surging towards us.  Sometimes I can actually feel my luck, and this is one of those times.

Giulio: …It really is true…
Gian: Huh?  Say something?

Extra conversation with character with whom you have highest affection with at this point.

Giulio: …You truly are the real ‘Lucky Dog.’
Gian: I don’t know what I’m gonna do if a fake one pops up.

I don’t know if my words make it to his ears as Giulio stares at me looooooooooong and hard.

I turn back towards those tall, tall walls.

Oh?  There’re some guys actually running after us.  Even though it’s pointless.

Gian: Arrivederci!

The walls of the prison grow smaller and smaller with amazing speed.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Nazonaro
    Jul 27, 2012 @ 10:00:11

    I’ve read all of Giulio’s route so far. Thank you for the translation! Makes the waiting worth it! (>w<) Now that I got my dose of Giulio and Gian, I can proceed to do my college work in peace. Once again, thank you! I'm look forward to the next installment. (OwO)

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  2. Tues
    Jul 29, 2012 @ 18:57:26

    Oh gosh, I’ve been waiting for this route for a long time. Thank you for the wonderful translations as always!!

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  3. Christine
    Nov 03, 2013 @ 02:39:18

    So I’ve been playing the game in Japanese as I read along in English here. I got to the Score Page. It says I Cleared prison. And there are 2 other parts. and there is more translated for this route. But I can’t continue? Like, I’m stuck on the score page and can’t do anything.

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  4. mikurashi
    Sep 15, 2014 @ 18:13:16

    muchas gracias por tus traducciones me ayudan mucho cn el juego :3 apoyo esta pagina al 1000%

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