OUT OF THE SHADOWS / ±q¼v¹³
PART 1 / ²Ä 1 ³¡¥÷
Wendy Dinsmore (chronic1@2xtreme.net) / ·Å¸¦ Dinsmore(chronic1@2xtreme.net)
Author's Note: This story takes place between the end of the first Gatchaman
series and Gatchaman II, episode 1. Some Japanese vocabulary used in the
story: / §@®aªºªþµù: ³o¤@Ó¬G¨Æ¦b²Ä¤@ Gatchaman ¨t¦C©M Gatchaman 2 ¡A´¡¦± 1 ªºµ²§ô¤§¶¡µo¥Í¡C ³Q¥Î©ó¬G¨Æªº¤@¨Ç¤é¥»¦r·J:
--1 --
The light snow had stopped, leaving Cross Karakoram frosted with a layer
of silver that dusted the twisted statues and the green-suited corpses
that lay sprawled in the grass between them. In places where underground
tunnels had surfaced, the snow had melted from the heat that vented from
numerous fires and from the passageway leading to the earth's mantle.
The quakes shook the mountains with increasing frequency as the "Black
Hole" machine ticked off the seconds before the last bomb was launched
through the passage. / »´ªº³·¤w¸g°±¤î,¯d¤U¥æ¤eªº Karakoram ©M©Ø¥h¦Ç¹Ð¤Fµ±¦b¥L̤§¶¡ªº¯ó¤¤ÂX®iªº¤Ï±`ÀJ¹³©Mºñ¦â¾A¦Xªº«ÍÅé»È¼háµ²¡C
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In a clearing before the entrance to the installation, Condor Joe lay
in the grass and waited to die. / ¦b³q©¹¦w¸Ëªº¤J¤f«eªº²M±½¤¤¡A¨rÆN³ì¦b©ó¯ó¦Ó¥Bµ¥Ô¦º¡C
His teammates would take care of the machine, if anyone could. There was
nothing else he could do. He didn't think about what would come next for
him--he'd had plenty of opportunities during the past three years to contemplate
what would happen in the afterlife, if there was one. It would just be
good to get it all over with. Distantly he could hear his body laboring
to breathe as the Galactor drug wore off and the full effects of his injuries
came into play. Contrary to the Galactor "doctor's" prediction,
he felt no pain; perhaps his body had decided it had had enough and shut
down that part which felt pain. His fading consciousness was just along
for the ride. It was pleasant, actually. / ¥Lªº¶¤¤Í±N·|·ÓÅU¾÷¾¹,¦pªG¥ô¦ó¤H¥i¥H¡C §_«h¥L¥i¥H°µ¡A¨S¦³ªF¦è¡C
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He opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. Silhouetted against the grey,
puffy clouds, a hawk circled over him. It spiraled down, closer and closer,
until Joe could see the patterns on its feathers, and the great talons
clenched against its body--funny that his vision had chosen now to clear.
Perhaps this was a sign: Native American legend had it that the Thunderbird
collected men's souls when they died. How appropriate, since Joe had used
a bird as a totem he would be delivered from life by one. The hawk landed
on the nearest crumbling statue, cocked its head at him, and shrieked.
/ ¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥B¬Ý¦b¤ÑªÅ¤W±¡C ´yø¦¨°¼±¼v¹ï§Ü¦Ç¦âªº, µÈ¤jªº¶³,¤@°¦ÆN¦b¥L¤§¤W¥]³ò¡C ¥¦ spiraled ¦V¤Uªº¡M¶V¨Ó¶V¾aªñªº,ª½¨ì³ì¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¦b¥¦ªº¦Ð¤ò¤Wªº¨å«¬¡A¦Ó¥B´Îªº¤öºò´¤¹ï§Ü¥¦ªº¨Åé--¦n¯ºªº¨ºÓ¥Lªºµø³¥²{¦b¤w¸g¿ï¾Ü²M°£¡C
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Then he heard someone approaching, footsteps rustling in the tall grass.
Slowly, he turned his head to see who it was. An unfamiliar shadow appeared--a
tall, broad-shouldered man with long curly hair and a beard. The wind
pulled at his cape as he walked with long strides, intense grey eyes fastened
eagerly, purposefully, on the battered man on the ground. / µM«á¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F¬Y¤H±µªñ,¦b°ªªº¯ó¤¤µo¥X¨F¨FÁn
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Joe's euphoria vanished. Though he didn't appear armed, there was something
sinister about this man. The stranger had been looking for him, had something
planned for him.... / ³ìªº³³¾K®ø¥¢¡C ÁöµM¥L¨S¦³Åã±oªZ¸Ëªº,¦³Ãö©ó³o¤@Ó¨k¤Hªº¤£¦N§QªºªF¦è¡C ¯¥Í¤H¤w¸g§ä´M¥L, ¬Y¨Æ¤£¶Ü¬°¥Lpµe....
He remembered the boomerang that Ken had pressed into his hands. "Think
of this as my heart, which I leave with you," he'd said. It was also
a nasty weapon, and the only one he could reach. Ken would understand.
His right hand tightened on the center, easing out the blades. / ¥L°O±o¤F¦^¸´Î¨º¤@ÓªÖ®¦¤w¸g¶i¤J¥Lªº¤â¤§¤ºÀ£¡C
"§â³o·í°µ§Úªº¤ß, §Ú©M§AÂ÷¶}",¥L¦³»¡¡C ¥¦¤]¬O¤@Ӧ骺ªZ¾¹, ©M°ß¤@ªº¤@Ó¥L¥i¥H¨ì¹F¡C ªÖ®¦±N·|¤F¸Ñ¡C ¥Lªº¥k¤â¦b¤¤¤ß¤W°Çºò,½w©M¥X¤M¾W¡C
Unaware, the man approached. Joe waited until he loomed only a few feet
away, then-- / ¤£ª¾¹Dªº,¨k¤H±µªñ¡C ¥u¦³¤@¨Ç¸}¤§»·Áô¬ù¥i¨£ªºµ¥Ôª½¨ì¥Lªº³ì,µM«á--
Leave--me--ALONE! / Â÷¶}--§Ú--©t¿Wªº!
His left arm forced his body up; his right cocked the boomerang and threw
it backhanded with all his remaining strength. The bearded man leaped
aside, and the boomerang sank deep into a rock twenty yards away. / ¥Lªº¥ª¤âÁuÀ£¢¤F¥Lªº¨Åé¼W¥[;
¥LªºÅv§QÁq¥ß¤F¦^¸´Î¦Ó¥B¥á¥¦¤Ï¤â©çÀ»ªº¥Ñ©ó¥L©Ò¦³ªº³Ñ¾l¤O¶q¡C ¦³Å½ªº¨k¤H¦b¤@Ãä¸õÅD, ©M²`¤J¦a¶i¤J¤@¶ô©¥¥Û¤§¤º¤G¤Q½X¤§»·ªº¦^¸´Î¬~ª«¼Ñ¡C
The man's eyes followed the path of its flight, and he lifted an eyebrow.
"I'm impressed," he said. He spoke in Italian, and his voice
was hoarse, grating. "That almost found its mark." / ¨k¤Hªº²´·ú¸òÀH¤F¥¦ªº¸¦æ¸ô®|¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÁ|°_¤F¤@¹D¬Ü¤ò¡C
"§Ú³Q·P°Ê",¥L»¡¡C ¥L¥Î¸q¤j§Q»y»¡¡A¦Ó¥B¥LªºÁnµ¬O¨F°×ªº,¦]´ú¶qì¦]©ñ¸m©ó³±·¥®g½uºÞ«eªº®Õ·Ç¹õ¡C "¨º´X¥Gµo²{¥¦ªº¼Ð»x"
¡C
Joe wasn't listening. With that last effort his heart had stopped. / ³ì¨S¦³¦bÅ¥¡C
»P¨º«ùÄò¥Lªº¤ß¤w¸g°±¤îªº§V¤O¡C
The stranger wasted no time; he scooped Joe up, and carrying his body
like a child's, moved away from the statues with long, rapid strides.
A light flashed on the ring on his right hand, and the old man shifted
his burden so he could reach the tiny radio. "Send the copter down
immediately and have the gear ready," he snapped. "He's gone
into total arrest." / ¯¥Í¤H¨S®ö¶O®É¶¡; ¥L¦V¤W¨V¨ú³ì, ¦Ó¥BÄâ±a¹³«Ä¤lªº¤@¼Ë¥L¨Åé,±q©Mªøªº, ¨³³tªº¤j¨BÀJ¹³²¾¶}¡C
¤@Ó¥ú¦b¥Lªº¥k¤â¤Wªº§Ù«ü¤W°{²{¡A¦Ó¥B¦Ñ¤H§ïÅܤF¥Lªºt¾á¡A¦p¦¹¥L¥i¥H¨ì¹F·¥¤pªº¦¬µ¾÷¡C "¥ß¨è§â copter °e¤U¨Ó¦Ó¥B¦³¤u¨ã²{ª÷",¥L«rÂ_¡C
"¥L¤w¸g°Q½×Á`¶e®·" ¡C
"Yes, Doctor," said a man's voice. / "¬Oªº,Âå¥Í",¨k¤HªºÁnµ»¡¡C
The hawk trilled once, then flew from the statue and landed on the stranger's
shoulder. "Stay off now," he protested. "The boy's heavy
enough." The bird ignored him, digging its talons into the thick
shoulder padding the man wore for just that purpose. / ¥ÎŸÁn»¡¤@¦¸ªºÆN, µM«á±qÀJ¹³¸¦Ó¥B¦b¯¥Í¤HªºªÓ¤Wµn³°¡C
"²{¦b°±¯d»·",¥L¤Ï¹ï¡C "¨k«Äªº«¥R¨¬". ³¾©¿²¤¤F¥L,«õ¥¦ªº¤ö¶i¨k¤H¬°¥¿ª½ªº¨ºÓ¥ØªºÀ¹ªº«pªÓ¹Ô¥R¤§¤º¡C
The old man's hair whipped back from his face as the black copter touched
down before him. The door slid open, revealing shadowy figures who pulled
him and his burden aboard before the copter rose and vanished into the
clouds. / ¦Ñ¤HªºÀY¾v¦b¥L¤§«e¦V«á¦a±q¦p¶Â¦âªº copter ªº¥LÁyÃ@¥´±µÄ²¤U¨Ó¡C ªù slid ¥´¶}, ´¦ÅS¦³³±¼vªº¼Æ¦r½Ö¦b¸¾÷¤W©Ô¥L©M¥Lªºt¾á¦b
copter ¶i¤J¶³¤§¤º¤W¤É¦Ó¥B®ø¥¢¤§«e¡C
As he left the conference room, Dr. Nambu pulled out a handkerchief and
wiped the sweat from his forehead. Years of technological advances had
still done nothing to make the bright lights any more comfortable, or
any less hot. Behind him he could hear the television crews packing up
their equipment. He had called for the press conference shortly after
receiving Ken's report--which had confirmed everything picked up by ISO
sources--and now news agencies were spreading the message all over the
world. He had been especially lucky when the Godphoenix had flown by the
window at just the right time during the broadcast--that had earned him
an incredible number of publicity points. / ·í¥LÂ÷¶}¤F·|ij©Ð¶¡ªº®ÉÔ,Nambu ³Õ¤h©Ô¥X¤@±ø¤â©¬¦Ó¥BÀ¿¤F¨Ó¦Û¥Lªº«eÃB¦½¡C
¼Æ¦~ªº¬ì§Þ¶i¨B¨Ï¤°»ò¤]¨S°µ¦wÀRÅܱo§óµÎªA, ©Î¥ô¦óªº¤ñ¸û¤£¼ö¡C ¦b¥L«á±¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì°±¤î¥L̪º»ö¾¹ ªº¹qµø²Õû¡C ¥L¤w¸g¦b±µ¨üªÖ®¦ªº³ø§i¤§«á¤£¤[n¨D°OªÌ·|--
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þ¤@¤w¸gÁÈ¥L¼s§iÂIªº¤@ÓÃø¥H¸m«Hªº¼Æ¦r¡C
He wasn't quite sure how he felt. Of course he was glad to be able to
deliver the good news, but that emotion had plenty of others to battle
with: relief that the Black Hole Plan had been thwarted and that Sosai
X was gone, combined with the suspicion that he was dreaming. Then there
were the losses: he already grieved over the deaths of Oniishi and Masaki
the remaining two members of Red Impulse. And Joe... He dreaded the return
of his wards, when he'd witness their pain up close, and have to face
that empty space where Joe used to be. During Ken's brief report, the
Gatchaman's voice had been flat, and over the viewscreen static, Nambu
had seen only four pale faces. He would glean the details when the Team
came in, and he was expecting them any minute. Nambu and his young charge
hadn't parted on the best of terms--Joe most likely had viewed him as
the jailer who retained him for useless medical tests while his only family
fought and possibly died without him. The expression on Joe's face as
he watched Ken and the others depart was permanently etched in the Doctor's
mind. Nambu would have preferred a less painful picture to remember him
by. / ¥L¤£¬O¬Û·í½T«H¥L¦p¦ó·Pı¡C ·íµM¥L°ª¿³¯à°÷»¼°e¦n®ø®§, ¦ý¬O±¡ºü¦³¤F³\¦h¨ä¥¦·i°«¥Ñ©ó: ¶Â¦âªº¬}p¹º¤w¸g³Q¤Ï¹ï¨Ã¥B Sosai
X ¤£¨£¤Fªº¦w¤ß,©M¥L¥¿¦b°µ¹Úªº²qºÃµ²¦X¡C µM«á¦³·l¥¢: ¥L¤w¸g´d¶Ë¶W¹L Oniishi ©M Masaki ªº¦º¤`¬õ¦âªº½Ä°Ê³Ñ¾lªº¤GÓ¦¨û¡C
¦Ó¥B³ì¡C¡C¡C ·í¥L±N·|¥ØÀ»¥L̪ºµhW¦V¤Wªºµ²§ô®ÉÔ¥L®£ÄߤF¥Lªº¦u½Ã¦^ªð, ¦Ó¥B¥²¶·±¹ï³ì¹L¥h¤@ª½ªºªÅªÅ¶¡¬O¡C ¦bªÖ®¦ªºÂ²µu³ø§iªº®ÉÔ¡A Gatchaman's
ªºÁnµ¤w¸g¬O¤½´J¡A¦Ó¥B¦b viewscreen ÀR¹q¤§¤W¡A Nambu ¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¥u¦³¥|Ó»a¥ÕªºÁy¡C ·í¤p²Õ¶i¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥¿¦b´Á«Ý¥LÌ¥ô¦óªº¤ÀÄÁ®ÉÔ¡A¥L±N·|¬B¸¨ÁJ²Ó¸`¡C
Nambu ©M¥Lªº¦~»´¶O¥Î¨S¦³¦b³N»y¤§¤¤³Ì¦nªº¤W¤À¶}--·í¥Lªº°ß¤@®a®x¥´¥M¨Ã¥B¥i¯à¦a¨S¦³¥L¦ºªº®ÉÔ¡A³ì¤w¸g«Ü¦³¥i¯àµø¥L¬°¬Ý¦uºÊº»ªº¤H¬°¨S¦³¥ÎªºÂå¥Í«O¦³¤F¥L´ú¸Õ¡C
¦b³ìªºÁy¤Wªí¹F·í¥L¬Ý¤FªÖ®¦¡A¦Ó¥B¨ä¾lªÌÂ÷¶}¤§®É¥Ã¤[¦a¦bÂå¥Íªº¤ß¤¤³Q»k¨è¡C Nambu ·|³ßÅw¤@±i¤ñ¸û¤£µhW·Ó¤ù³Ó¹L°O±o¥L³Q¡C
He walked down the hall to his office. Just as he reached his desk, the
intercom buzzed. He pressed a button. "Professor," said the
quiet voice of his receptionist, "the Kagaku Ninjatai have arrived."
/ ¥L¨«¸ô¤U¨Ó¨ì¥Lªº¿ì¤½«ÇªºªùÆU¡C ¥¿¦p¥L¨ì¹F¤F¥Lªº®Ñ®à,¹ïÁ¿¾¹µo¥X¶ä¶äÁn¡C ¥L«ö¤F¤@Ó«ö¶s¡C "±Ð±Â",»¡¤F¥Lªº±µ«Ýûªº¦wÀRÁnµ
",Kagaku Ninjatai ¤w¸g¨ì¹F".
"I'll meet them in the lobby." Full debriefing would take place
later, after they were checked over and their needs were seen to. He just
wanted to assure himself that they were all right. / "§Ú±N¦b¤jÆU¤¤¹J¨£¥LÌ"
¡C §¹¾ãªº¥ô°È³ø§iµy«á±N·|µo¥Í, ¦b¥L̳QÀˬd¤§«á¦b¦Ó¥B¥L̪º»Ýn³Q¬Ý¨ì¨ì¤§¤W¡C ¥Lèè·Qn«OÃÒ¥L¦Û¤v¥L̬O¨SÃö«Y¡C
Ken and the others had just entered through the basement entrance. They
had changed back to civilian style and moved with the stiffness of exhaustion.
Jun, Jinpei and Ryu nodded to the Doctor but Ken passed with a wooden
set to his expression. Without a word, Nambu fell in step beside him and
they walked down the side corridor toward the infirmary. / ªÖ®¦©M¨ä¾lªÌ¸g¹L¦a¤U«Ç¤J¤fèè¶i¤J¡C
¥L̤w¸g¦V«á¦a§ïÅܨ쥥Áªº·®æ¦Ó¥B¥H¯h¾Îªº°íµw²¾°Ê¡C ¤»¤ë,Jinpei ©M Ryu ¹ïÂå¥ÍÂIÀY¡A¦ý¬OªÖ®¦©M¤ì»sªº²Õ¹ï¥Lªºªí¹F³q¹L¡C ¨S¦³¤@Ó¦r¡A
Nambu ¦b¥L©M¥LÌ®ÇÃ䪺¨BÆJ¤¤¶^¸¨¨«¸ô¤U¨Ó¹ï©óµê®zªº®Ç¨«´Y¡C
"Are you all right?" the Doctor asked quietly. / " §A¬O©Ò¦³ªºÅv§Q"?
Âå¥Í¦wÀR¦a°Ý¡C
"Cuts and bruises. Jun and Jinpei took some shrapnel." The boy,
Nambu noticed, was limping, but Jun looked only tired. "We patched
them up a little on the way back." / "¤Á©M·ï¶Ë¡C ¤»¤ë©M Jinpei ±a¤F¤@¨Ç¶}ªá¼u¡C"¨k«Ä¡A³Qª`·Nªº
Nambu,¥¿¦b¶_¦æ¡A¦ý¬O¤»¤ë¬Ý°_¨Ó¥u¦³¯h²Ö¡C "§Ú̦b³~¤¤¦V¤Wµy·L¸Éºó¤F¥LÌI±" ¡C
Nambu dreaded the next. "And Joe? Did you find him?" / Nambu
®£ÄߤF¤U¤@Ó¡C " ¦Ó¥B³ì? §Aµo²{¥L¶Ü?"
"Yes." Ken stared straight ahead. "We found him. He showed
us the entrance to the base. Then we lost him." / "¬Oªº".
ªÖ®¦¦V«e¦aµ§ª½¦aª`µø¡C "§Ú̵o²{¥L¡C ¥Lµ¹§Ú̬ݳq©¹°ò¦ªº¤J¤f¡C µM«á§ÚÌ¥¢¥h¤F¥L¡C"
"He's gone?" / "¥L¤£¨£¤F"?
Ken stopped, turned and faced the Doctor. There was a smile on his face,
but it wasn't a happy smile. It held all the irony, grief and bewilderment
he had suppressed for the past forty eight hours. "Yes, Hakase, that's
exactly it. He's gone." He laughed, and when he continued, his voice
shook. "When we came out of the base, he was gone, and we searched
and searched, but we couldn't find him. He just disappeared--" /
ªÖ®¦°±¤î, Âà¦Ó¥B±¹ï¤FÂå¥Í¡C ¦³¦b¥LªºÁy¤W¤@Ó·L¯º¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¤£¬O¤@Ó§Ö¼Öªº·L¯º¡C ¥¦ºû«ù¤F¥L¤w¸gÂíÀ£¹L¥h¥|¤Q¤K¤p®Éªº©Ò¦³¤Ï¿Ø¡A¶Ëµh©M§x´b¡C
"¬Oªº,Hakase,¨º§¹¥þ¥¦¡C ¥L¤£¨£¤F¡C"¥L¯º¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥LÄ~Äòªº®ÉÔ,¥LªºÁnµ·n°Ê¡C "·í§Ú̱q°ò¦¥X¨Óªº®ÉÔ,¥L¤£¨£¤F¡A¦Ó¥B§ÚÌ·j´M¤F¤S·j´M¡A¦ý¬O§Ṳ́£¥i¥Hµo²{¥L¡C
¥Lèè®ø¥¢--"
"Ken." Jun put a hand on his shoulder. / "ªÖ®¦". ¤»¤ë§â¤@°¦¤â©ñ¦b¥LªºªÓ¡C
Ken reacted as if she had slapped him across the face. He froze for a
moment while he fought to regain control. Then, shaking his head, he looked
earnestly up at the Doctor. "I'm sorry, Hakase. I think we all need
a little sleep." / ªÖ®¦¤ÏÀ³¦n¹³¦o¤w¸g¾î¹L©çÀ»¥LÁy¡C ·í¥L¥´¥M¨ú¦^±±¨îªº®ÉÔ¡A¥Láµ²¤@·|¨à¡C µM«á,·nÀY,¥L¦bÂå¥Í»{¯u¦a¦V¤W¬Ý¡C
"¹ï¤£°_,Hakase¡C §Ú»{¬°§ÚÌ¥þ³¡»Ýn¤p¤pªººÎ¯v¡C"
Nambu sighed. "You've earned every minute. Let's all meet tomorrow
evening for the debriefing, twenty hundred hours. Agreeable?" / Nambu
¼Û®§¡C "§A¤w¸gÁȨC¤@¤ÀÄÁ¡C ¬°¥ô°È³ø§i¡A¤G¤d¤p®É©ú¤Ñ±ß¤WÅý§ÚÌ©Ò¦³ªº·|¡C ´r§Öªº?"
They all nodded. "I know it hasn't sunk in yet. What you've done.
The world is indebted to you all." / ¥LÌ¥þ³¡ÂIÀY¡C " §Úª¾¹D¥¦¨S¦³¨I¸¨¦bµM¦Ó¡C
§A¤w¸g°µªº¡C ¹ï§A¥þ³¡¥@¬É¬O¨ü¤H®¦´fªº¡C"
"Just doing our jobs," Jinpei quipped--still enough energy left
for a joke. Nambu clapped a gentle hand on his back and gave him a grin.
/ "¶È¶È°µ§Ú̪º¤u§@",Jinpei »¡¿Ø¨ëªº¸Ü-- ¤´µM¥R¨¬ªº¯à·½«e©¹¤@Ó¯º¸Ü¡C Nambu ¹ª´x¤F¦b¥LªºI³¡¤Wªº¤@°¦·Å©Mªº¤â¦Ó¥Bµ¹¤©¤F¥LÅS¾¦¯º¡C
"Good night, then. I'll be in my quarters if there's anything you
need." / "±ß¦w,µM«á¡C ¦pªG¦³§A»Ýnªº¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡A§Ú±N¦b§Úªº¥|¤À¤§¤@¤¤¡C"
"Good night, sir." / "±ß¦w¡A¥ý¥Í" ¡C
Nambu watched them leave and hoped they wouldn't dream. / Nambu ¬Ý¥LÌÂ÷¶}¦Ó¥B§Æ±æ¤F¥ḺN¤£°µ¹Ú¡C
As he walked through the ISO complex to his quarters, he could hear other
scientists and employees celebrating. Music blared from some of the rooms,
glasses clinked, and the smell of food and liquor was strong. Several
colleagues called from the rooms he passed, inviting him to join them.
Smiling, Nambu declined, claiming exhaustion. The day had drained him
completely, worse than the day Kentaro--Ken's father--had died. / ·í¥L¨«¸ô¹L¹ï¥Lªº¥|¤À¤§¤@ªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¦X¦¨ª«ªº®ÉÔ,¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì¨ä¥Lªº¬ì¾Ç®a©M¾û¼y¯¬¡C
µ¼Ö±q¤@¨Ç©Ð¶¡°ªÁn»ï¥s, ²´Ãèµo¥m¾´Án¡A¦Ó¥B¹ª«©M°sªº¨ý¹D¬O±jªº¡C ¤@¨Ç¦P¨Æ±q¥L³q¹Lªº©Ð¶¡©I¥s, ÁܽХL°Ñ¥[¥LÌ¡C ·L¯º,Nambu °I°h,«ÅºÙ¯h¾Î¡C
¨º¤Ñ¤w¸g§¹¥þ¦a±Æ¥X·¾¥~¥L,§ó§óÃa¦a¶W¹L¤Ñ Kentaro--ªÖ®¦ªº¤÷¿Ë--¤w¸g¦º¡C
Finally the door to his apartment closed behind him, leaving him to stand
in his living room, wrapped in silence. He first went to the bar and poured
himself a straight scotch, then set it on the table beside his chair and
forgot it. He sat in his recliner and looked through the window at the
evening sky, his mind blank. For once he didn't have to discipline himself
past it. He didn't have to think about what would come next, at least
until tomorrow. Tonight he could rest, and hope he didn't dream himself.
/ ³Ì«á¨ì¥Lªº¤½´JªùÃö³¬¦b¥L«á±, ¯d¤U¥L¦b¥Lªº«ÈÆU¤¤¯¸,¦b¨HÀq¤è±¥]¸Ë¡C ¥Lº¥ý¥h°s§a¦Ó¥BˤF¥L¦Û¤vª½ªºÄ¬®æÄõ¤H,µM«á¤ä¨Ï¥¦¹ï¥I¦b¥Lªº´È¤l®ÇÃ䪺®à¤l¦Ó¥B§Ñ°O¤F¥¦¡C
¥L¦b¥Lªºª×´È¤¤§¤¦Ó¥B¦b©]ªÅ·Å²ßµ¡¤á,¥Lªº¤ß¯dªÅ¥Õ¡C ¦]¬°¤@¥¹¥L¨S¦³¶·¶V¹L¥¦°V½m¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¥L¨S¦³¶·Ãö©ó¤°»òµM«á±N·|¨Ó·Q,¦Ü¤Öª½¨ì©ú¤Ñ¡C ¤µ±ß¥L¥i¥H¥ð®§,
©M§Æ±æ¥L¨S¦³°µ¹Ú¥L¦Û¤v¡C
"Now exhale." / "²{¦b©I®ð" ¡C
On his perch on the edge of the medical table, Ken let his breath out
in a sigh. The doctor finished and pulled the stethoscope back around
his neck. "Okay, that's it. You're looking healthy overall. As you
said, some scrapes and bruises." / ¦bÂå¾Çªº®à¤lÃä½t¤Wªº¥L´Ï¤ì¤W¡AªÖ®¦¦b¤@Án¼Û®§¤¤©ñ¥X¥Lªº©I§l¡C
Âå¥Í¦b¥Lªº²ä¤l©P³ò§¹¦¨¦Ó¥B§âÅ¥¶E¾¹©Ô¦^¨Ó¡C "¦n¡A¨º¬O¥¦¡C §A¬Ý°_¨Ó°·±d¾ãÅé¡C ·í§A»¡,¤@¨Ç¨í±¼©M·ï¶Ë¡C"
Ken pushed himself off the table and reached into the basket for his clothes.
The medical staff had been waiting for the Team when they'd arrived, and
dragged each member into a separate room for a thorough check. They had
showered Ken with congratulations throughout his physical, and he had
tried to accept them gracefully, but he still didn't know what they had
done to save the world. The Team had killed nearly fifty soldiers outside
the base before they found Joe and the main entrance. Once inside the
base, they had found almost no resistance--not that the soldiers ever
had a chance against four enraged ninja. Ken had taken out some of his
rage on a strangely unresisting Katse before X had intervened, then mockingly
left them all to their doom. Katse had committed suicide, and the Black
Hole machine exploded on its own--despite the fact that it had resisted
all the Team's efforts to stop it. So what had they done to deserve this
hero's welcome? / ªÖ®¦¨«¶}±À°Ê¤F¥L¦Û¤v®à¤l¨Ã¥B¬°¥Lªº¦çªA¶i¤JÄx¤l¤§¤º¨ì¹F¡C ·í¥L̤w¸g¬°§¹¥þªºÀˬd¨ì¹F, ¦Ó¥B©ì©Ô¨CÓ¦¨û¶i¤@Ó³æ¿Wªº©Ð¶¡®ÉÔ¡AÂå¾ÇªºÂ¾û¤w¸gµ¥Ô¤p²Õ¡C
¥L̦b¥Lªº¨ÅéÀˬd¦U³B¤w¸g¥Î¯¬¶P²O¯DªÖ®¦¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤w¸g¹Á¸ÕÀu¬ü¦a±µ¨ü¥LÌ¡A¦ý¬O¥L¤´µM¨S¦³ª¾¹D¥L̤w¸g°µ¸Ñ±Ï¥@¬Éªº¡C ¦b¥L̵o²{³ì©M¥Dnªº¤J¤f¤§«e
, ¤p²Õ¤w¸g¦b°ò¦¤§¥~±þ±Nªñ¤¤QÓx¤H¡C ¤@¥¹¦b°ò¦¸Ì¡A¥L̤w¸gµo²{´X¥G¨S¦³©è§Ü-- ¤£x¤H´¿¸g¦³¤F¤@Ó¾÷·|¤Ï¹ï¥|¿E«ã¤F§ÔªÌ¡C ªÖ®¦¤w¸g¨ú¥X¤@¨Ç¥Lªº¼««ã¦b¤@¤§¤W©_§®¦a¤£©è§Ü
Katse X ¤w¸g¤z¯A¤§«e¡AµM«á·M§Ë¦a¹ï¥L̪º©R¹B¯d¤U¥LÌ©Ò¦³¡C Katse ¤w¸g¦Û±þ¡A¦Ó¥B¶Â¦âªº¬}¾÷¾¹¾a¥¦¦Û¤vÃz¬µ--¤£¦b¥G¨Æ¹ê¥¦¤w¸g©è§Ü©Ò¦³ªº¤p²Õ§V¤O°±¤î¥¦¡C
¦p¦¹¥LÌ°µ¤F¤°»ò¸Ó±o¨ì³o¤@Ó^¶¯ªºÅwªï?
Maybe their appearance at Cross Karakoram had been enough. / ¤]³\¥L̪º¥~ªí¦b¥æ¤eªº
Karakoram ¤w¸g¬O¥R¨¬¡C
"Think you'll have any difficulty sleeping?" / " ·Q§A±NÅý¥ô¦óªº§xÃøºÎµÛ"?
Ken blinked, jarred from his train of thought. "Why?" / ¯w²´ªºªÖ®¦,±q¥Lªº·Qªk¤õ¨®¾_Åå¡C
"¬°¤°»ò"?
Regarding him sympathetically, the doctor sighed. "You're still wound
up from the events of the day, and sleep is what you need most."
Bending over his desk, he scribbled something on a sheet of paper and
then handed it to Ken. "Stop by the pharmacy on your way out. Take
two with water before you go to bed." / Ãö©ó¥L¼¦¼§¦a¡AÂå¥Í¼Û®§¡C " §A¤´µM¬O±q¨º¤Ñªº¨Æ¥óµ²§ô,¦Ó¥BºÎ¯v¬O§A©Ò³Ì»Ýnªº".
Ås¸y¥Lªº®Ñ®à,¥L¦b¤@±i¯È¤W¼ã¯ó¦a®Ñ¼g¬Y¨ÆµM«á¨ØªAªÖ®¦¡C "¦b¥X¥hªº³~¤¤¶¶¹D«ô³XÃĩСC ®³¤G¥Ñ©ó¤ô¦b§A¤W§ÉºÎı¤§«e¡C"
"Thanks." / "ÁÂÁÂ".
As he left the medical wing, Ken glanced at the prescription, noted it
was a sedative, and stuffed the paper into his pocket. Once he was back
in the silence of his small apartment, he pressed the call button on his
bracelet. / ·í¥L¯d¤U¤FÂå¾Çªº¯Í»H®ÉÔ,¦b³B¤èªº¿h°{ªÖ®¦,ª`·N¤F¥¦¬OÂíÀR¾¯, ¦Ó¥B¸Ë¶ñ³ø¯È¶i¥Lªº¤f³U¤§¤º¡C ¤@¥¹¥L¦b¥Lªº¤p¤½´Jªº¨HÀq¤è±¦^¨Ó,¥L«ö¤F¦b¥Lªº¤âÅN¤Wªº©I¥s«ö¶s¡C
Jun jumped at the sudden, unexpected sound. Reflexively she lunged out
of the tub and snatched the wristband from the counter beside the sink.
"G-3," she said, keeping her voice carefully neutral. / ¤»¤ë¦b¬ðµM¸õÅD,·N·Q¤£¨ìªºÁnµ¡C
¤Ï¨¦a¦o¦³ªÍªºÂ÷¶}¯D¬Ö¦Ó¥B¹Ü¨ú¨Ó¦Û¦b¬~º°¼Ñ®ÇÃ䪺Âd¥x³S¤f¡C "G-3",¦o»¡,¨Ï¦oªºÁnµ«O«ù¤p¤ß¤¤¥ß¡C
"It's me. Sorry to startle you. I just wanted to check on you."
/ "¬O§Ú¡C Ãø¹Lªº¦YÅå§A¡C §Úèè·Qn¦b§A¨¤WÀˬd¡C"
At the sound of Ken's voice, the ice in her veins melted instantly. "I'm
fine. Just in the bath. Jinpei's asleep already, and the medic says all
his hurts are superficial." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "How
are you?" / ¦bªÖ®¦ªºÁnµÁnµ¡A¦oªºÀR¯ß¦B¥ß§Y¦a¿Ä¤Æ¡C "§Ú«Ü¦n¡C ¶È¶È¦b¨N¯D¤¤¡C Jinpei's ¼ôºÎ¦a¤w¸g¡A¦Ó¥B`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«»¡¡A¥L©Ò¦³ªº¶Ë®`¬Oªí±¡C"¦oªºÁnµ°§C¨ì¦Õ»y¡C
"§A¦n¶Ü"?
"Tired. I was just..." He paused, and Jun's hopes soared. "Worried,
I guess. Glad you're okay. See you tomorrow." / "¯h²Öªº¡C §Ú«Ü¥¿ª½¡C¡C¡C"¥L¼È°±¡A¦Ó¥B¤»¤ëªº§Æ±æ¤É°ª¡C
"¾á¼~,§Ú²q´ú¡C °ª¿³ªº§A¬O¦n¡C ©ú¤Ñ¬Ý¨£§A¡C"
"Goodnight, Ken." / "±ß¦w¡AªÖ®¦" ¡C
Jun heaved a sigh and slipped back into the tub, careful to keep her bandages
dry. Almost. He almost asked me. Should I go to him? I don't want to be
alone tonight either. Or ever, anymore. / ¤»¤ë¥Î¤OÁ|°_¤F¤@Án¼Û®§¦Ó¥B·Æ˪ð¦^¯D¬Ö, ¤p¤ßªº«O¦s¦oªºÁ^±a°®¡C
´X¥G¡C ¥L´X¥G°Ý¤F§Ú¡C §ÚÀ³¸Ó§ä¥L¶Ü? §Ú¤µ±ß¤£·Qn¤]¬O¿W¦Û¦a¡C ©Î´¿¸g,¤£¦A¡C
Ken called Ryu, but this time used the base interphone. When he opened
the channel, he heard snores. The man could sleep through a nuclear holocaust--almost
had, once or twice. Right now Ken envied him. / ªÖ®¦©I¥s¤F Ryu, ¦ý¬O³o¦¸¨Ï¥Î¤F´c¦Hªº¹ïÁ¿¾÷¡C
·í¥L¥´¶}¤FÀW¹Dªº®ÉÔ,¥LÅ¥¨ì¤FÂMÁn¡C ¨k¤H¥i¥HºÎı¹L¤@Ó®Ö¤lªº¿N¥þÃ~ªº²½ªÁ¨Ñª«--´X¥G¦³, ¤@¦¸©Î¨â¦¸¡C ¥ß¨èªÖ®¦¸r¼}¤F¥L¡C
Well, that was everyone. Jinpei and Ryu asleep. Jun... he shouldn't bother
her with his problems. Same for Nambu. Joe... / ¦n§a¡A¨º¬O¨CÓ¤H¡C ¼ôºÎ¦aªº Jinpei
©M Ryu¡C ¤»¤ë¡C¡C¡C ¥L¤£À³¸Ó¥Î¥Lªº°ÝÃD·ÐÂZ¦o¡C ¹ï©ó Nambu ¬O¬Û¦Pªº¡C ³ì¡C¡C¡C
Don't think about Joe right now. Just don't. / ¥ß¨è¤£·Q³ì¡C ¥¿ª½ªº¤£¡C
Feeling very alone, Ken showered, then lay down on his bed and stared
at the stars outside his window. It was nearly dawn when exhaustion claimed
him and he slept. / ı±o«D±`©t¿W,²O¯DªºªÖ®¦,µM«á¦b¥Lªº§É¤W½ö¤U¦Ó¥B¦b¥Lªºµ¡¤á¤§¥~¨nµÛ¬P¬Ý¡C ·í¯h¾Î«ÅºÙ¤F¥Lªº®ÉÔ¡A¥¦´X¥G¬O¯}¾å¡A¦Ó¥B¥LºÎ¡C
It wasn't difficult to bully the human body into some semblance of life.
Blood could be pumped through arteries and air forced into lungs artificially.
Functions of other organs could be imitated, keeping other tissues alive
for whatever purpose, technical or emotional. But bringing the body's
performance to something above basic functions was another matter--especially
with Dr. Rafael's objectives in mind. / «Â¯Ù¤HÃþªº¨Åé¶i¥Í¬¡ªº¤@¨Ç¥~Æ[¤§¤º¬O¤£§xÃøªº¡C ¦å¥i¯à¸g¹L¤H¤u¦a³Q¢ªÍªº°Ê¯ß©MªÅ®ð³Q¥Î®Aµ©©â¤ô¡C
¨ä¥Lªº¾¹©x¥\¯à¥i¯à¬OÀ®Äªº,¬°¥ô¦óªº¥Øªº¨Ï¨ä¥LªºÁ¡¯½Â´«~«O«ù¬¡µÛªº,§Þ³N¤Wªº©Î±¡ºüªº¡C ¦ý¬O±aµÛ¨Å骺ªí²{¨ì¤WzªºªF¦è°ò¥»¥\¯à¬O¥t¤@Өƥó--¤×¨ä¥H¤ßªº
Rafael's ³Õ¤h¥Øªº¡C
The damage had been so extensive that if Rafael hadn't dodged Joe's attack,
he wouldn't have believed the young man had been capable of moving. From
the moment he set Joe's body down in the copter, the old man had fought
hard to bring him back and keep him there. The young man had coded six
times during the trip. Twenty-four hours after their arrival at the lab,
ten of which were spent on the operating table, Joe's condition was elevated
to critical. The old man had repaired what he could, replaced what he
was able, and now the patient lay submerged in regen solution to speed
the healing of the grafts. / °²¦p Rafael ¤£Á׶}³ìªº§ðÀ»¡A·l®`¤w¸g¬O¦p¦¹ªº¼sªx¥HP©ó,¥L´N¤£·|¬Û«H¤F¦~»´ªº¨k¤H¤w¸g¯à°÷²¾°Ê¡C
±q¤ù¨è¥L³]©w¨Åé¦b copter ¤¤åP¸¨ªº³ì,¦Ñ¤H§V¤O¦a¦³¥´¥M§â¥L±a¦^¨Ó¦Ó¥B§â¥L¯d¦b¨º¸Ì¡C ¦~»´ªº¨k¤H¦b®È¦æ´Á¶¡¤w¸g§â¤»¦¸½s½X¡C ¤G¤Q- ¥L̪º©è¹F«á¥|¤p®É¦b¹êÅç«Ç,
¤Q¦b¾Þ§@®à¤l¤W³Qªá¶O, ³ìªº±¡ªp¬O´£°ªªº¨ì«nªº¡C ¦Ñ¤H¤w¸gײz¤°»ò¥L¥i¥H, ´À´«¥L¬O¯à°÷¤°»ò¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b§Ô@ªºµ±¦b¦A¤@¯ë§G§i¸Ñ¨M¤è®×¤è±®û¤ô¥[³t±µªKªºªv¡¡C
Normally, when he found a body in such a damaged state, the old man merely
made a recording of the patterns that made up the owner's "personality"
and placed them into a new mechanical body. Though the exact technology
for the mental coding was still beyond his understanding, the procedure
was far easier than what he was attempting now. But this time his plans
were different. The more organic his subject's mind remained, the less
the likelihood of mechanical sabotage. / ¥¿±`¦a¡A·í¥L¦b¨º®ÉÔµo²{¤@Ó¦p¦¹³Q·lÃaªº¦{¤@Ó¨Å骺®ÉÔ¡A¦Ñ¤H¥u³Ð¤U¤F²Õ¦¨¾Ö¦³ªÌªº
"Ó©Ê" ¡A¦Ó¥B§â¥LÌ©ñ¶i¤J¤@Ó·sªº¾÷±ñ¨Å餧¤ºªº¨å«¬¿ýµ¡C ÁöµMºë½Tªº§Þ³N¹ï©ó¤ß´¼ªº½s½X¤´µM¬O¶W¹L¥Lªº²z¸Ñ¡Aµ{§Ç¬O»·¤ñ¥L¥¿¦b²{¦b¹Á¸Õªº®e©ö¡C
¦ý¬O³o¦¸¥Lªºp¹º¬O¤£¦Pªº¡C §ó¦³¾÷ªº¥L¥DÃDªº¤ß«O«ù, ¤ñ¸û¤Ö¶q¾÷±ñªº¤H¬°¯}Ãaªº¥i¯à¡C
His radio shrilled out an alarm. The old man checked the display above
the device and confirmed the frequency before picking up a telephone receiver.
"Yes?" / ¥Lªº¦¬µ¾÷¥Î¦y¾UªºÁnµ»¡¥X¤@Ánĵ³ø¡C ¦Ñ¤H¦b±µ¸ü¤@Ó¹q¸Ü±µ¦¬¾¹¤§«eÀˬd¤F¦b¸Ë¸m¤W±ªº®iÄý¦Ó¥B½T»{¤FÀW²v¡C
"¬Oªº"?
"Dr. Rafael," said the voice on the other end. "How are
things proceeding?" / "Rafael ³Õ¤h", »¡¤F¦b¥t¤@ºÝ¤WªºÁnµ¡C "¨Æª«µÛ¤â¶i¦æ¦n¶Ü"?
The old man glanced at Joe through the window looking into the lab. His
body lay within a clear tube filled with fluid, and was hooked to breathing
apparatus and monitors which were being watched carefully by more of the
doctor's silent assistants. He looked oddly fragile, and for the first
time, as young as he actually was. "As planned, though he was injured
worse than I thought. There was some brain damage, though it appears to
be from old scarring. Amazing that he made it so far." He shook his
head, unseen by his caller. "The boy is stubborn, though, and he
wants to live more than he'll care to admit. We'll begin with the first
of the implants as soon as he's strong enough... I'd say in two weeks."
/ ¦Ñ¤H¸g¹L¦b¥Rº¡²GÅé, ¦Ó¥B³Q¹_¦í¨ì©I§l¸Ë¸m©M³Q¤p¤ß¦a³QÂå¥Íªº¨HÀq§U²zªº§ó¦h¬ÝªººÊµø¾¹ªº²M·¡ºÞ¸Ì±½Õ¬d¹êÅç«Ç¥Lªº¨Åéµ± ªºµ¡¤áª`µø³ì¡C ¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó©_§®©ö¸H,
©M²Ä¤@¦¸, ¹³¥L¤@¼Ë¦~»´¹ê»Ú¤W¬O¡C "¨Ì·Ópµe¡AÁöµM¥L¬O¨ü¶Ëªº±o¤ñ§Ú§óÃa¡C ¦³¤@¨Ç¸£·l®`,ÁöµM¥¦¦ü¥G¨Ó¦Û¦Ñªºµ²¬Í¡C ¥O¤HÅ岧ªº¨º¥L¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î»s³y¤F¥¦¡C"¥L·nÀY,
¥¼¨£¹LªºÂǵۥLªº¨Ó¹qªÌ¡C " ¦ý¬O, ¨k«Ä¬O¹x©Tªº¡A¦Ó¥B¥L·Qn©~¦í¶W¹L¥L±NÃö¤ß©Ó»{¡C §Ú̱N¥Ñ´Ó¤J¾¹ªº²Ä¤@Ó¶}©l¤@¥¹¥L°÷±jªº¡C¡C¡C
§Ú¦b¤GÓ¬P´Á¤¤±N·|»¡¡C"
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" The other's voice sounded
doubtful. "Asakura's a wild card--you don't know how he's going to
react. He could ruin everything." / " §A½T©w³o¬O¤@Ó¦n·Qªk"? ¥t¤@Ó«ÅzÅ¥°_¨Ó¥iºÃ¡C
"Asakura's ªº¤@±i³¥©Êªº¥d¤ù--§A¤£ª¾¹D¥L±Nn¦p¦ó¤ÏÀ³¡C ¥L¥i¥H·´·À¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C"
"It's worth the risk. He has skills that I can't possibly obtain
any other way--why waste them? Besides, I think I can appeal to his basic
nature." / "¥¦¬O»ùÈ·ÀI¡C ¥L¦³§Ú¤£¯à¥i¯à¦aÀò±o¥ô¦ó¨ä¥Lªº¤èªk§Þ³N-- ¬°¤°»ò®ö¶O¥LÌ? ¦¹¥~¡A§Ú»{¬°§Ú¯à¶D½Ñ¥Lªº°ò¥»¦ÛµM¡C"
"It's your choice. Keep me up to date." The transmission ended,
leaving static. / "¥¦¬O§Aªº¿ï¾Ü¡C ¨Ï§Ú«O«ù³Ì·sªº¡C"¶Ç¿éµ²§ô,¯d¤UÀR¹q¡C
Not that it will be easy, the old man amended. The first few hours of
consciousness would be crucial, and the most difficult. Dr. Rafael was
a scientist, not a negotiator. And his colleague was right--Condor Joe
was a ticking bomb. It would take all of his resources to get that bomb
to go off at the right time, and in the right direction. / ¤£¨º¥¦±N¬O®e©öªº,¦Ñ¤H×¥¿¡C
²Ä¤@Ó´X¤p®Éªº·NÃѱN·|¬O¨M©w©Êªº, ©M³Ì§xÃøªº¡C Rafael ³Õ¤h¬O¬ì¾Ç®a¦Ó¤£¬O¤@Ó½R°ÓªÌ¡C ¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¦P¨Æ¬O¥¿½Tªº--¨rÆN³ì¬O¤@Ó³Q®M®Æ¬µ¼u¡C
¥¦±N·|±Ä¨ú¥Lªº¥þ³¡¸ê·½±o¨ì¬µ¼uÃz¬µ¦b¨º¥¿½Tªº®É¶¡, ©M¦b¥¿½Tªº¤è¦V¤¤¡C
-- 2 --
"There is an old Japanese saying: 'After victory, tighten the straps
of your helmet,'" Dr. Nambu said as he paced the floor. The four
sitting on the couch watched him. "We've done that. We've kept up
defenses while we've had operatives combing every square inch of the planet
and researchers scouring all of known space to the best of our abilities.
And even if I were to go as far as to rely on 'gut reaction,' there's
nothing we can find to worry about." He stopped pacing and faced
his charges. "So I've made the decision. As of today, you are officially
off duty. If there is still no change within a suitable period of time,
you will be retired." / "¦³¤@Óªº¤é¥»¤H±Ôz: '¦b³Ó§Q¤§«á,°Çºò§Aªº¿û²¯Ã·,'"·í¥L¿â¨B¤F¦aªOªº®ÉÔ¡A
Nambu ³Õ¤h»¡¡C ¦bªø´È¤Wªº¥|Ó®y¦ì¦w±Æ¬Ý¤F¥L¡C "§Ṳ́w¸g°µ¨º¡C ·í§Ṳ́w¸gÅý¾û®Þ¤ò¦æ¬P©M«ø¿i¹ï§Ú̪º¯à¤O³Ì¦nªº©Ò¦³¤wª¾ªºªÅ¶¡
ªº¬ã¨s¤Hûªº¨C¤@¥¿ª½ªº¦T®ÉÔ¡A§Ṳ́w¸g«ùÄò¨¾½Ã¡C ¦Ó¥B§Y¨Ï§Ún¥h·í°µ»»»·¦a·í°µ¥õ¿à '«i®ð¤ÏÀ³ ,' ¨S¦³ªF¦è§Ú̯àµo²{·Ð´oÃö©ó¡C"¥L°±¤î¿â¨B¦Ó¥B±¹ï¤F¥Lªº¶O¥Î¡C
"¦]¦¹§Ú¤w¸g§@¥X¨M©w¡C ±q¤µ¤Ñ°_¡A§A¬O¥¿¦¡»·ªº³d¥ô¡C ¦pªG¤´µM¦³¤£§ïÅܦb¾A·íªº¤@¬q®É¶¡¤º¡A§A±N³Q°h¥ð¡C"
Ken, Jun, Jinpei and Ryu stared at each other in stunned silence. It was
Ryu who finally broke it. "Jinpei, I thought you were kidding when
you said we were fired." / ªÖ®¦¡A¤»¤ë¡A Jinpei ©M Ryu ¨nµÛ¨Ï·w˪º¨HÀq©¼¦¹¬Ý¡C ¥¦¬O³Ì«áÂ_±¼¤F¥¦ªº
Ryu ¡C "Jinpei,§Ú·Q¡A·í§A»¡¤F§Ú̳QÂI¿Uªº®ÉÔ¡A§A¦b¶}ª±¯º".
Nambu blinked, then began to laugh. His laughter shook his charges, who
stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "No, no. Not fired. You will
continue receiving a stipend from the ISO--I've made sure of that. What
it means is that you will no longer have regular patrols or emergency
calls. You'll be able to live normal lives now." / ³Q¯w²´ªº Nambu,µM«á¶}©l¯º¡C
¥Lªº¯º·n°Ê¤F¥Lªº¶O¥Î,¨nµÛ¥L¬Ý¦n¹³¥L¦³¥¢¥h¤F¥Lªº¤ß¡C "¤£¡A¸¹½X¤£ÂI¿U¡C §A±NÄ~Äò±µ¨ü¨Ó¦Û°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªº¤@ÓÁ~¤ô--§Ú¤w¸g¨º½T©w¡C
¥¦·N¿×ªº¬O§A±N¤£¦A¦³¤@¯ëªº¨µÅީκò«æªº©I¥s¡C §A±N¯à°÷²{¦b©~¦í¥¿±`ªº¥Í©R¡C"
"Until Sosai X shows up again," Ken amended. / "ª½¨ì Sosai
X ¦A¤@¦¸¥X²{",ªÖ®¦×¥¿¡C
"And that could be a year from now or hundreds of years from now,"
Jun said. "I--I don't know what to say." / "¦Ó¥B¨º±q²{¦b°_¥i¯à¬O©ú¦~ªº²{¦b©Î¼Æ¦Ê¦~",¤»¤ë»¡¡C
"§Ú--§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¸Ó»¡¤°»ò".
"I'm not sure I want to retire," Jinpei said, frowning. "Our
lifestyles were normal, for us." / "§Ú¤£½T©w§Ú·Qn°h¥ð",Jinpei »¡,½K¬ÜÀY¡C
"§Ú̪º¥Í¬¡¤è¦¡¬O±`ºA,¬°§ÚÌ".
"I know how you feel," Nambu said. "But I think you'll
adjust. I was thinking that maybe we should all take one big trip together--a
vacation trip this time--to finally admit to ourselves that we've won.
And then we can go about setting up new lives." / "§Úª¾¹D§A¦p¦ó·Pı",Nambu
»¡¡C "¦ý¬O§Ú»{¬°§A±N½Õ¾ã¡C §Ú¬O«ä¦Òªº¨º¤]³\§ÚÌ¥þ³¡À³¸Ó¤@°_®³¤@¦¸¤jªº®È¦æ--°²´Á®È¦æ³o¦¸-- ³Ì«á©Ó»{§Ú̦ۤv§Ṳ́w¸g¾Æ±o¡C
µM«á§Ú̯à³B²z«Ø¥ß·sªº¥Í©R¡C"
Ken blinked. "You'll be coming too, Hakase?" / ªÖ®¦¯w²´¡C "§A±N¤]¨Ó,Hakase"?
Nambu grinned. "Why not? I can't remember the last real vacation
I took... unless you four want to go alone." / Nambu ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C "
¬°¤°»ò¤£? §Ú¤£¯à°O±o§Ú®³ªº³Ì«á¤@¦¸¯u¥¿ªº°²´Á¡C¡C¡C °£«D§A¥|»Ýn¿W¦Û¦a¥h¡C"
"Certainly not." Jun said, smiling. / "·íµM¤£¬O". ¤»¤ë»¡,·L¯º¡C
Both Jinpei's and Ryu's eyes lit up at the mention of a vacation. "We
could kick back on some sunny island in the south," Ryu said. "Think
roaring surf, palm trees and grass skirts...." / Jinpei's ©M Ryu's
ªº²´·úµo«G¦b¤@´£¨ì¤@¦¸°²´Á¤W±¡C "§ÚÌ¥i¥H¦b«n¤èªº¤@¨Ç´¸®Ôªº®q¤W¬ðµM«á°h",Ryu »¡¡C " ·Q·ý«BÀzªº®ü®ö¡A´ÄÃq¾ð©M¯ó¸È...."
"Not a snowy mountain in sight," Jinpei added. Ken nodded in
agreement--he'd had enough of that recently to last a long time. / "¤£¬Oµø¤Oªº¤@®y¦h³·ªº¤s",Jinpei
¸Éz¡C ªÖ®¦¦b¨óij¤¤ÂIÀY--¥L¦³³Ìªñ¨º¦³¥R¨¬«ùÄòªøªº®É¶¡¡C
Even the professor looked enthusiastic until Jun spoke up quietly. "There's
something we need to do first." / ª½¨ì¤»¤ë¦wÀR¦a¤jÁn²M·¡¦a»¡¡A¬Æ¦Ü±Ð±Â¬Ý°_¨Ó¨g¼ö¡C "
¬Y¨Æ§ÚÌ»Ýnº¥ý°µ".
Nambu's expression sobered. "I haven't forgotten. That is also what
I want to discuss. A memorial service for the Red Impulse, and for Joe.
I've insisted on privacy; no press. What will happen there is up to you."
/ Nambu's ªºªí¹F¨Ï¨HµÛ¡C "§Ú¨S¦³§Ñ°O¡C ¨º¤]¬O§Ú©Ò·Qn°Q½×ªº¡C ¬°¬õ¦âªº½Ä°Ê¤@Ó°l±¥»ö¦¡, ©M¹ï©ó³ì¡C §Ú¤w¸g°í«ùÁô¨p;
·s»D´CÅé¡C ±Nµo¥Í¨º¸Ìªº¬O¥Ñ§A¨M©w¡C"
There was a long silence. / ¦³¤@°}ªøªº¨HÀq¡C
"The memorial service for Red Impulse I agree with," Ken said.
"But I don't want to hold one for Joe. Not yet." / " ¬õ¦âªº½Ä°Ê°l±¥»ö¦¡§Ú¦P·N
",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C "¦ý¬O§Ú¤£·Qn¬°³ì¤ä¼µ¤@¡C ¤£¬O¤´µM¡C"
"Ken--" / "ªÖ®¦--"
"It's only been three weeks!" / "¥¦¥u¦³³Q¬O¤TÓ¬P´Á"!
Jinpei and Ryu backed off. They had heard this argument before. Only Jun
stood up to him now. "We've gone back and searched for two of those
weeks. We've had search parties all over the mountains, and there was
no sign that he'd even been there." She stepped closer and put a
hand on his arm. "Ken, I don't want to believe it either. I want
to think that somewhere, he's alive and healing and being cared for. But
he couldn't move when we left him, and there's no way he could have walked
away. Not in that terrain, with the ground shaking like it was."
/ Jinpei ©M Ryu °h¥X¡C ¥LÌ¥H«e¤w¸gÅ¥¨ì³o¤@Óª§½×¡C ¥u¦³¤»¤ë²{¦b«i´±¹ï§Ü¥L¡C "§Ṳ́w¸g¦^¥h¦Ó¥B´M§ä¨º¨Ç¼ÆÓ¬P´Á¤¤ªº¤GÓ¡C
§Ṳ́w¸g¦b¥þ¤sÁ|¦æ·j´MÄÒ, ¦Ó¥B¨S¦³²Å¸¹¥L¦³¬Æ¦Ü¦b¨º¸Ì¡C" ¦o½ñ¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¦Ó¥B§â¤@°¦¤â©ñ¦b¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C "ªÖ®¦,§Ú¤£·Qn¤]¬Û«H¥¦¡C
§Ú·Qn»{¬°¬Y³B, ¥L¦³¬¡µÛªº¦Ó¥Bªv¡©M³Q·ÓÅU¡C ¦ý¬O·í§Ú̯d¤U¤F¥L, ¦Ó¥B¨S¦³³Q¨«¶}ªº¥LÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H¨S¦³ªº¤èªk®ÉÔ¡A¥L¤£¥i¥H²¾°Ê¡C ¤£¬O¦b¨º¤@Ó¦a±a¤¤,Âǥѷn°Ê¥¦¬Oªº¦PÃþ
ªº¦a±¡C"
"Then what happened to him?" / "µM«á¥Lµo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ"?
"I don't know. He wasn't there when we came up from the base, and
the cleanup crews arrived to search before we left. So it had to have
happened while we were underground. Maybe some of the locals got courageous
enough to go up there, and they found him." / "§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¡C ·í§Ú̱q°ò¦µo¥Í¡A¦Ó¥B¦b§ÚÌÂ÷¶}¤§«e
, ²M°£²Õû¨ì¹F·j´Mªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¤£¦b¨º¸Ì¡C ¦]¦¹·í§Ú̬O¦a¤Uªº®ÉÔ¡A¥¦¥²¶·¤w¸gµo¥Í¡C ¤]³\¤@¨Ç¥»¦a¤H±o¨ì¤F«i´±ªº¥R¨¬¦b¨º¸Ì¤W¤É¡A¦Ó¥B¥L̵o²{¥L¡C"
"Unlikely," Nambu said, rubbing his chin. "I hate to say
it, but he was probably buried in the debris when Sosai X's craft erupted
from the ground." / "¤£¤Ó¥i¯à",Nambu »¡,À¿¥Lªº¤U¤Ú¡C "·í Sosai
X's ªº¸¾÷±q¦a±Ãzµoªº®ÉÔ¡A§Ú¼¨«ë»¡¥¦¡A¦ý¬O¥L¦b¸H¤ù¥i¯à³Q®I¸®" ¡C
Shaking off Jun's hand, Ken turned his back on all of them and faced the
window, staring out at the mountains. Damn the mountains. "I don't
believe that. Joe always comes back. He's been through worse." /
¨«¶}·n°Ê¤»¤ëªº¤â, ªÖ®¦Âà¦V¥Lªº¦V«á¦a¦b¥LÌ¥þ³¡¤W¦Ó¥B±¹ï¤Fµ¡¤á,¦b¤sªºª`µø¡C ¶A©G¤s¡C " §Ú¤£¬Û«H¨º¡C ³ìÁ`¬O¦^¨Ó¡C ¥L¤w¸g¬O¸g¹L§óÃaªº¨Æ¡C"
"No he hasn't, Aniki." Feeling betrayed, Ken whirled and glared
at Jinpei. "I agree with Hakase," the boy continued mournfully.
"There's not much of a chance anymore." / " ¨S¦³¥L¤£¦³,Aniki".
·Pı¥X½æ,ªÖ®¦¦b Jinpei ¨Ï¦Ó¥B±ÛÂàµo¯t¥ú¡C "§Ú¦P·N Hakase",¨k«Ä´dºE¦aÄ~Äò¡C "¤£¦A¨S¦³³\¦h¾÷·|"
¡C
"Someone would've contacted us if he'd been found," Ryu agreed.
"There would've been news from the villages. Having a stranger appear
out of the mountains, especially someone who's hurt, is big news, and
one of the search teams would've picked it up. We're fooling ourselves."
/ " ¬Y¤H°²¦p¥L¬O¡A would've ³sµ¸¤F§Ú̵o²{",Ryu ¦P·N¡C "¬O¨Ó¦Û§ø²øªº·s»D¨º¸Ì would've¡C
Åý¤@Ó¯¥Í¤H¥X²{Â÷¤s,¤×¨ä¦³¶Ë®`ªº¬Y¤H,¬O¤jªº·s»D¡A¦Ó¥B·j´M¤§¤@Áp¦¨¤@²Õ³Q¬B°_¥¦ªº would've ¡C §ÚÌ¥¿¦b·M§Ë§Ú̦ۤv¡C"
"Not having some sort of service would be disrespectful, I think,"
Jinpei said. "Maybe he'll get mad and come back and haunt us."
/ " ¤£¦³ªA°Èªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬±N·|¬O¥¢Â§ªº,§Ú·Q",Jinpei »¡¡C "¤]³\¥L±NºÆ¨g¦Ó¥B¦^¨Ó¦Ó¥B±`¨ì§ÚÌ"
¡C
That was the last straw. "Fine," Ken snarled. "You make
the arrangements. If there's nothing else, kindly excuse me." He
turned and stalked out the door. The others watched him leave. There was
nothing left for them to say. / ¨º¬O³Ì«á¤@®Ú½_¯ó¡C "«Ü¦n",ªÖ®¦§q¥s¡C "§A§@¦w±Æ¡C
¦pªG¦³µL¨ä¥L¨Æ,·Å©M¦a¹ï¤£°_¡C"¥LÂà¦V¨Ã¥B®¨®¨¾aªñ¥Xªù¡C ¨ä¾lªÌ¬Ý¥LÂ÷¶}¡C ¦³³Q«e©¹¥LÌ»¡ªº¨S¨Æ¡C
The irritation was distant at first, but as he gradually floated up toward
consciousness, became more and more noticeable. First came sound: the
steady beeping of monitors and the hiss of life support. Then bright light
shone red through his eyelids, and though he felt no heat or pain, the
awareness that he should made him try to pull away. But he couldn't move...
what? His head. He couldn't turn his head away. The rest of his body was
numb and unresponsive, but he felt firmly seated within, with none of
the floating euphoria he had experienced when he was dying. With that,
awareness surfaced. He wasn't dead. He was thinking and feeling. / ¨ë¿E°_¥ý¬O»·ªº¡A¦ý¬O·í¥L³vº¥¦aÄƯB¦b¹ï©ó·NÃѤW±,Åܦ¨¶V¨Ó¶V¤Þ¤Hª`¥Ø¡C
º¥ý¨ÓÁnµ: ©wºAºÊµø¾¹©M¥Í¬¡¤ä«ùªº¼NÁn¹Í¹ÍÁn¡C µM«á©ú«Gªº¥ú·ÓÄ£¬õ¦â¬ï¶V¥Lªº²´¥Ö¡A¦Ó¥BÁöµM¥Lı±o¨S¦³¼ö©ÎµhW, ı¹î¥LÀ³¸Ó¨Ï¥L¸ÕµÛ¶}¨«¡C
¦ý¬O¥L¤£¥i¥H²¾°Ê¡C¡C¡C ¤°»ò? ¥LªºÀY¡C ¥L¤£¥i¥H©Úµ´¥LªºÀY¡C ¥Lªº¨Åé¨ä¾lªÌ¬O³Â¤ìªº©M¤ÏÀ³¿ð¶wªº¡A¦ý¬O¥L¦b¸Ì±·Pı°í©T³Q§¤, ÂǥѨS¦³¤@Ó¥L¤w¸g¸g¾úªºº}¯B³³¾K·í¥L¦º¤`ªº®ÉÔ¡C
¥Ñ©ó¨º¡Aı¹î¤É¦Ü¤ô±¡C ¥L¨S¦³¦º¡C ¥L¬O«ä¦Òªº©M¦³¦P±¡¤ßªº¡C
Somebody turn off the damn light. / ¬Y¤H§â«D±`ªº¥úÃö±¼¡C
Against his will his eyes opened. The light burst in, dazzling, but still
without pain. Why? / ¬Û¹ï©ó¥Lªº·N§Ó¥Lªº²´·ú¥´¶}¡C »´ªº¯}µõ¦b,²´ªá¼º¶Ãªº, ¦ý¬O¤´µM¨S¦³µhW¡C ¬°¤°»ò?
Then someone leaned over him, blocking out the glare--a man in green surgical
scrubs, cap and mask. As Joe's eyes slowly focused, he saw the scrubs
were stained with brown splotches of drying blood. The man's eyes were
hidden by thick optical instruments, the kind a watchmaker might use.
The rest of his face was hidden by the cap and mask, but he had bushy
eyebrows that looked like wings. / µM«á¬Y¤H¦b¥L¤§¤Wʾa,ªýÂ_¥X°{Ä£¥ú--ºñ¦âªº¥~¬ì¥Î¤OÀ¿¬~¡AµLÃä´U©M°²±¨ãªº¤@Ó¨k¤H¡C
·í³ìªº²´·úºCºC¦a¶°¤¤ªº®ÉÔ, ¥L¬Ý¨£¥Î¤OÀ¿¬~§Ë°®¦å»P½Å¦â¦ÃÂI¤@°_ªg¬V¡C ¨k¤Hªº²´·ú³Q«pªº¥ú¾Ç¤u¨ãÂäF, Ãþ«¬¤@ÓÄÁ¿ö¦K¥i¯à¨Ï¥Î¡C ¥LªºÁy¨ä¾lªÌ³QµLÃä´U©M°²±¨ãÂäF¡A¦ý¬O¥L¦³¤F¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¯Í»H¤@¼ËªºÄé¤ì¤@¼Ëªº¬Ü¤ò¡C
Joe felt a flash of panic; the last person he'd seen in surgical garb
had jabbed him with a needle and poured liquid fire into his veins, just
so Katse could torture him a little longer. He tried to struggle, but
he was frozen in place, unresponsive as a side of beef. All he could move
were his eyes. / ³ì·Pı¤F®£·Wªº°{¥ú; ¥L¤w¸g¦b¥~¬ìªº¥´§ê¤è±¬Ý¨ìªº³Ì«á¤@Ó¤H¤w¸g¥Î¤@®Ú°wÂW¥L¦Ó¥BË¿U¿N²G¶i¥LªºÀR¯ß¤§¤º,¶È¶È¦]¦¹
Katse ¥i¥Hµy·L§ó¤[«þ°Ý¥L¡C ¥L¸ÕµÛ§V¤O¡A¦ý¬O¥L¾A·í³Qáµ², ¤ÏÀ³¿ð¶wªº¦p¤û¦×ªºÃä¡C ¥þ³¡¥L¥i¥H²¾°Ê¬O¥Lªº²´·ú¡C
The man stopped what he was doing, lifted the goggles and waved a gloved
hand toward Joe's face. Instinctively Joe's eyes followed the movement,
and the surgeon grunted in satisfaction. "Good," he said. /
¨k¤H°±¤î¤F¥L¥¿¦b°µªº, Á|°_¤FÅ@¥ØÃè¦Ó¥B´§»R¤@¤â®M¹ï©ó³ìªºÁy¤â¡C ¥»¯à¦a³ìªº²´·ú¨Ì·Ó¤F¹B°Ê¡A¦Ó¥B¥~¬ìÂå¥Í¦bº¡¨¬¤è±ó¡C "¦nªº",¥L»¡¡C
Then he reached above the patient's head and adjusted something, and Joe
plunged abruptly into oblivion. / µM«á¥L¦b¯f¤HªºÀY¤W±¨ì¹F¨Ã¥B½Õ¾ã¤F¬Y¨Æ¡A¦Ó¥B³ì¬ðµM¦a¬ðµM¶}©l¿ò§Ñ¡C
The memorial service was held on ISO grounds beside the grave of Ken's
father, on a high cliff overlooking the sea. Three more marble slabs were
set into the ground. The stones were memorials rather than graves, since
none of the bodies had been recovered--the Team's grenades had slagged
the section of the base where Oniishi and Masaki had been killed. Dr.
Nambu's eulogy was followed by a short sermon by the ISO base chaplain,
which praised those who had willingly stepped across the threshold of
death to uphold their duty to the world. The weather was chilly, sharp-edged
and clear. A cold wind buffeted the participants, who consisted of ISO
employees and those few close friends who knew the real identities of
the dead. Flowers were piled high around the stones, and sticks of incense
burned before each marker, the thin blue smoke carried off by the wind.
The roar of the waves served counterpoint to the chaplain's soft, but
powerful voice. The Team, in Bird-Style, wore black arm bands and stood
with heads bowed, listening silently. Their faces were hidden beneath
their visors; expressions concealed by an air of formality. They would
vent their feelings in private, later. / ¦b©¿²¤®ü¬v ªº°ªÄa±V¤W°l±¥»ö¦¡³Q®³µÛ¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¤W¦bªÖ®¦ªº¤÷¿Ë¹Ó¥Þ®ÇÃ䪺²z¥Ñ¡C
¥t¥~¤TÓ¤j²z¥Û¥ªO¶i¤J¦a±¤§¤º³Q³]©w¡C ¥ÛÀY¬O¬ö©Àª«¨Ã«D¹Ó¥Þ,¦]¬°¨S¦³¤@Ó¨Åé¤w¸g³Q§ä¦^--¤p²Õªº¤âºh¼u¤w¸g¨ÏÅܦ¨º²´í Oniishi ©M
Masaki ¤w¸g³Q±þªº°ò¦³¡¤À¡C Nambu's ³Õ¤hÆgµü³Q¤@Óµu°V»|¸òÀH¤F³Q¥H°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¬°°ò¦ªºªª®v, ºÙÆg¤F¨º¨Ç¦Û°Ê¦a¤w¸g¾î¹L½ñ¦º¤`ªº¤J¤fºû«ù¨ì¥@¬Éªº¥L̳d¥ôªº¤H¡C
¤Ñ®ð¬O´H§Nªº,¾U§Qªº-¨Ï¦Ó¥B¾U§Q²M°£¡C ´H§Nªº· buffeted °Ñ¥[ªÌ, ¦³°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¾û©M¨º¨Çª¾¹D¤F¦º¥hªº¤H¯u¥¿ªº¨¥÷«Ü¤Öªº¿ËªñªB¤Í¡C
ªá¦b¥ÛÀYªº©P³ò³Q°ï°_°ª«×¡A¦Ó¥B»ªº¾ðªK¦b¨CÓ§@°O¸¹ªº¤H,³Q·Ä¹±oªº½GÂŦ⪺·Ï¤§«e¿U¿N¡C ªi®öªº§qªA¨Í¤F¹ïªª®vªº¬X³n , ¦ý¬O¦³¤OªºÁnµ¹ï¦ìªk¡C
¤p²Õ,¦b³¾¤¤-·®æ,¬ïµÛ¤F¶Â¦âªº¤âÁu¼Ö¹Î¨Ã¥B¥H³QÅs¸y,ÀqÀq¦aÅ¥ªºÀY¯¸¥ß¡C ¥L̪ºÁy³QÂæb¥L̪º±ÀU¤§¤U; ³Q§¸`ªºªÅ®ðÁôÂ꺪í¹F¡C µy«á¥ḺN·|¨p©³¤Uµo¬ª¥L̪º·Pı¡C
For some reason, all Jun could think of was meeting Oniishi for the final
time. He'd thrown himself over Masaki's body, as if he could shield the
corpse from the bullets that had rained down on them. After the Team had
dragged both men into the shadows, Jun had found him still alive. His
throat and tongue had been mutilated by enemy agents when he was a child,
and he could only speak in sign. He had used his finger to scrawl his
final words in the palm of her hand. / ¦]¬°¤@¨Ç²z¥Ñ, ¾ã¤»¤ë¥i¥H·Q¨ì¥¿¦b¬°³Ì«áªº®É¶¡¹J¨£ Oniishi¡C
¥L¤w¸g¦b Masaki's ªº¨Å餧¤W¥á¥L¦Û¤v,¦n¹³¥L¥i¥H¾B½ª¨Ó¦Û¤w¸g¦b¥L̨¤W¤U«B¤U¨Óªº¤l¼u«ÍÅé¡C ¦b¤p²Õ¤w¸g©ì©Ô¨â¦ì¨k¤H¶i¼v¹³¤§¤º¤§«á¡A¤»¤ë¤w¸gµo²{¥L¤´µM¬¡µÛ¡C
·í¥L¬O«Ä¤l¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥u¥i¥H¦b²Å¸¹¤¤»¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥Lªº«|³ï©M¦Þ¤w¸g³Q¼Ä¤H¥N²z¤H¤ÁÂ_¡C ¥L¤w¸g¨Ï¥Î¥Lªº¤â«ü¼ã¯ó¦a¼g¦oªº¤â¤â´xªº¥L³Ì«áªº¦r¡C
Finally those who could speak ran out of words, and the silence was cut
by the distant drone of engines. The small assembly looked up in time
to see a formation of three silver ISO jets roar overhead, dipping their
wings in salute. Jinpei looked up at Jun and said, "Do you think
the Red Impulse--Ken's father, Oniishi and Masaki--are flying together
now, somewhere?" / ³Ì«á¨º¨Ç¥i¥H»¡ªº¤H¥ÎºÉ¦r¡A¦Ó¥B¨HÀq³Q¤ÞÀºªº»·¶¯¸Á´î§C¤F¡C ¤pªº¶°·|¬Ý¦b¤Î®É¤W±¦b°ª³B¬Ý¨£¤TÁn»Èªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¼Q®g¾÷§qªº§Î¦¨,®û§¯¥ªº¥L̯ͻH¡C
Jinpei ¬Ý¦b¤»¤ë¤W±¦Ó¥B»¡," §A·Q¬õ¦âªº½Ä°Ê--ªÖ®¦ªº¤÷¿Ë,Oniishi ©M Masaki--¥¿¦b²{¦b¤@°_¸,¬Y³B"?
Jun blinked at the hope in his voice. / ¤»¤ë¦b¥LªºÁnµ§Æ±æ¯w²´¡C
"Maybe, neh." / "¤]³\,neh".
"But that leaves Joe alone, doesn't it?" The boy's eyes filled
with tears. / " ¦ý¬O§OºÞ³ì,¥¦¤£¤£¶Ü"? ¨k«Äªº²´·ú¸Ëº¡²\ºw¡C
Jun opened her mouth to reply, and found she couldn't speak. She looked
away. / ¤»¤ë¥´¶}¤F¦oªº¼LµªÂÐ, ¦Ó¥Bµo²{¤F¦o¤£¥i¥H»¡¡C ¦o¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C
Though he'd heard the exchange, Ken didn't react. When the others turned
to leave, he followed them without a single look back. / ÁöµM¥L¦³Å¥¨ì¤F¥æ´«¡A¦ý¬OªÖ®¦¨S¦³¤ÏÀ³¡C
·í¨ä¾lªÌ·Ç³ÆÂ÷¶}ªº®ÉÔ,¥L¤£»Ýn³æ¤@¯«±¡I±´N¸òÀH¤F¥LÌ¡C
The sun was setting when Ken returned to walk alone among the markers.
He stopped first at the grave of his father, and his finger traced the
lines of the sleek jet fighter carved in the stone. He had spent plenty
of time here in the past two weeks, thinking, wishing he could speak with
his father, get some answers. Somehow they had won, but the sound of Katse's
screams as his leader deserted him left Ken cold. There was no revenge
to be had here. Only the wrenching sight of another victim staring at
them, tears streaming beneath the bloody mask, before Katse leaped to
his (her?) death. Ken hadn't wanted to feel pity for the one whose bizarre
war machines and wicked plans had killed millions of people, including
his father. Who had cackled gleefully as Oniishi and Masaki died. Who
undoubtedly had been responsible for Joe's mangled condition. Who he had
wanted so badly to kill with his bare hands. / ·íªÖ®¦¦^¨ìªº®ÉÔ¡A¤Ó¶§¥¿¦b¤U¨I¦b§@°O¸¹ªº¤H¤§¤¤¿W¦Û¦a¨«¸ô¡C
¥L¦b¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë¹Ó¥Þº¥ý°±¤î¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¤â«ü°lÂܤF¦³ÀJ¨èªº¦b¥ÛÀYªº¥ú·Æ¾Ô°«¾÷ªº½u¡C ¥L¦b¹L¥h¤GÓ¬P´Á¤º¤w¸gªá¶O³\¦h®É¶¡³o¸Ì,·Q, Ä@¡A¥L¥i¥H©M¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë»¡,±o¨ì¤@¨Çµª®×¡C
¤£ª¾¦ó¬G¥L̳Q¦³Áú¹ô¡A¦ý¬O¦p¥Lªº»â³S Katse's ªº¦y¥sÁnªºÁnµ¿ò±ó¥LÅýªÖ®¦´H§N¡C ¦b³o¸Ì¦³¨S¦³³ø¤³¡C ¥u¦³¨nµÛ¥LÌ¬Ý ªº¥t¤@Ó¨ü®`¤Hªº²r§áµø¤O,¦b¦å¸{ªº°²±¨ã¤§¤U¬y²\¬y,
¦b Katse ¨ì¥Lªº¸õÅD¤§«e (¦o?) ¦º¤`¡C ªÖ®¦¨S¦³·Qn¬°¨º¤@Ó·Pı¿ò¾Ñ¨ä©_²§ªº§@¾Ô¾÷¾¹¦Ó¥BÃaªºp¹º¤w¸g±þ¼Æ¥H¦Ê¸Up¤HÌ,¥]¬A¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë¡C
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Sosai X had robbed them all. / Sosai X ¤w¸g¥þ³¡·m¹Ü¥LÌ¡C
Now the stones for Oniishi and Masaki stood beside his father's. They
had been brave men, and without their help he would never have made it
so far. And their deaths he could accept. / ²{¦b¥ÛÀY¹ï©ó Oniishi ©M Masaki ¦b¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë®ÇÃ䯸¥ß¡C
¥L̤w¸g¬O«i´±ªº¨k¤H¡A¦Ó¥B¨S¦³¥L̪ºÀ°¦£¥L±N·|µLªk¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î¤w¸g°µ¥¦¡C ¦Ó¥B¥L̪º¦º¤`¥L¥i¥H±µ¨ü¡C
Almost. / ´X¥G¡C
I'm sorry, he thought. I know the cause you died for was successful, and
the Earth is safe for now. But why do I still feel so helpless? Why do
I think it was a waste? / ¹ï¤£°_,¥L·Q¡C §Úª¾¹D¦]¯À¡A§A¦º¦]¬°¬O¦¨¥\ªº,¦Ó¥B¦a²y¬O²{¦bªº«OÀI½c¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú¬°¤°»ò¤´µMı±o¦p¦¹µL§U?
§Ú¬°¤°»ò»{¬°¥¦¬O¤@Ó¼oª«?
As always, he received no answer, and Ken finally turned his back on the
graves. He dreaded making his way to the last; looking at it would confirm
what he didn't want to admit. Joe's memorial stood closer to the sea,
a little apart from the others. The simple, rough-hewn marble slab bore
Joe's full name and the dates--an interval of just over eighteen years.
There was no epitaph, for words just didn't seem to fit. / ¤@¦p©¹±`¡A¥L¨S¦¬¨ìµª®×¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦³Ì«áÂà¤F¦b¹Ó¥Þ¤Wªº¥LI³¡¡C
¥L®£Äß»s³y¥Lªº¨ì³Ì«áªÌªº¸ô; ¬Ý¥¦±N·|½T©w¥L¨S¦³·Qn©Ó»{ªº¡C ³ìªº¬ö©Àª«¯¸µÛ¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¨ì®ü¬v,µy·L°£¤F¨ä¾lªÌ¤§¥~¡C ²³æªº, ²ÊÁW- hewn
¤j²z¥Û¥ªO·ÐÂZ³ìªº¥þ¦W©M¤é´Á--¥u¬O¶W¹L¤Q¤K¦~ªº¤@Ó¶¡¹j¡C ¨S¦³¹Ó»x»Ê,¹ï©ó¦r´N¬O¦ü¥G¤£¾A¦X¡C
We won, Joe. Did you know that? Do you now? / §Ú̾Ʊo,³ì¡C §Aª¾¹D¶Ü¨º? §A²{¦b?
A cold breeze ruffled his hair. / ´H§Nªº·L·§Ë¿¨¤F¥LªºÀY¾v¡C
There are so many things I want to tell you, so many things I want you
to see, and then I remember that you're not there. I call your trailer,
your room in the complex, and the damned phone just rings and rings. The
team gets together for meetings and I want to delay them because you haven't
arrived yet. Just a few more minutes, I think, and you'll burst through
the door, breathing hard, like you'd run through the complex, and daring
me to say anything about it. Of course it never happens. I remember seeing
you lying there at the base of that statue, looking up at me with those
glassy eyes and that damned sad smile, and I pray it had only been a nightmare.
Now I have this to remind me that it was real. / ¦³§Ú·Qn§i¶D§Aªº³o»ò¦h¨Æª«, ³o»ò¦h¨Æª«§Ú·Qn§A¬Ý¨£,µM«á§Ú°O±o§A¤£¦b¨º¸Ì¡C
§Ú¥u¬O¥´¹q¸Üµ¹§Aªº°lÂÜªÌ , ¦X¦¨ª«ªº§A©Ð¶¡ , ©M¸Ó¦ºªº¹q¸Ü§Ù«ü©M§Ù«ü¡C ¦]¬°§A¨S¦³¤´µM¨ì¹F¡A©Ò¥H¤p²Õ¬°·|ij»E¦b¤@°_¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú·Qn©µ¿ð¥LÌ¡C
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Ken sat on the grass. His father and now his adopted brother were dead,
and there was nothing he could do about it. When his father had died,
he'd followed Joe's advice after a fashion, and turned his grief and rage
into hate for the enemy. He'd first made the mistake of letting his hate
go wild, but after some sloppy missions, some near misses and several
angry arguments with his team, his better nature had come forth and tempered
the runaway emotions into motivation. But now, as he hurt with this new
loss, there was no enemy to vent his grief against. There was no way he
could make the Galactors pay for the horrible things they'd done to Joe.
There was no one left to take the blame. / ªÖ®¦§¤¦b¯ó¤W¡C ¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥Lªº³Q¦¬¾iªº¥S§Ì¦º,
¦Ó¥B¦³¥L¥i¥HÃö©ó¥¦°µªº¨S¨Æ¡C ·í¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë¤w¸g¦ºªº®ÉÔ,¥L¤w¸g¬°¼Ä¤H¸òÀH¦b¤@ºØ¬y¦æ«áªº³ì©¾§i, ¦Ó¥B±N¥Lªº¶Ëµh©M¼««ãÅܦ¨¼¨«ë¡C ¥L¦³º¥ýÅý¥Lªº¼¨«ë¥Ç¿ùÅܳ¥©Ê,
¦ý¬O¦b¤@¨Ç³Q¼â¤ô§ËÀ㪺¥ô°È¤§«á, ¤@¨Ç¦b¹L¿ù©M¤@¨Ç¥Í®ðªºª§½×ªþªñ©M¥Lªº¤p²Õ¡A¥Lªº¸û¦n¦ÛµM¤w¸g©¹«e¨Ó¨Ã¥B½Õ©M°k¤`ªº±¡ºü¶i°Ê¾÷¤§¤º¡C ¦ý¬O²{¦b¡A¦p»P³oÓ·sªº·l¥¢¤@°_¶Ë®`ªº¥L¡A¨S¦³¼Ä¤Hµo¬ª¥Lªº¶Ëµh¤Ï¹ï¡C
¨S¦³¥L¥i¥H¬°¥L̤w¸g¹ï³ì°µªº¥i©È¨Æª«¨Ï Galactors ¦¨¬°Á~¸êªº¤èªk¡C ³Ñ¤U¨S¦³¤H±Ä¨ú¹L¥¢¡C
Why did I leave you there? Why didn't I follow Ryu's advice and let him
take you back to the Godphoenix? Ryu wasn't needed after we got in the
second time. I could've spared him and we could've saved you. Or at least
we'd know where you are now. Hindsight is so damned clear... I know you
said leave you, but I should have known better than to listen. / §Ú¬°¤°»ò¯d¤U§A¦b¨º¸Ì?
§Ú¦ó¤£¨Ì·Ó Ryu's ªº©¾§i¦Ó¥BÅý¥L§â§A±a¦^ Godphoenix? ¦b§Ú̶i¤J²Ä¤G¦¸¤§«á¡A Ryu ¤£³Q»Ýn¡C §Ú could've ¼e®¤¤F¥L©M§ÚÌ
could've ¸Ñ±Ï¤F§A¡C ©Î¦Ü¤Ö§Ú̱N·|ª¾¹D§A²{¦bªº¦a¤è¡C ºjªº·Óªù²M·¡¦a¬O¦p¦¹¸Ó¦º¡C¡C¡C §Úª¾¹D¡A§A»¡¤F¥ð°²§A, ¦ý¬O§ÚÀ³¸Ón¤£·|¶Ì¨ìªºÅ¥¡C
And why didn't I heed the signs? I knew you were sick, for all that you
fought me over it. I should have told the Doctor a long time ago. You
would've hated me, but maybe you would still be alive to do it. / ¦Ó¥B§Ú¬°¤°»ò¨S¦³ª`·N¨ì²Å¸¹?
§Ú»{ÃÑ¡A§A¥Í¯f¤F,ÁöµM¦p¦¹§A¦b¥¦¤§¤W¥´¥M¤F§Ú¡C §ÚÀ³¸Ó«Ü¤[¥H«e¤w¸g§i¶DÂå¥Í¡C §A would've ¼¨«ë§Ú¡A¦ý¬O¤]³\§A±N·|¤´µM¬¡µÛ°µ¥¦¡C
The letters blurred before his eyes. The name, the dates... all carved
deep in stone with sickening finality. Was his brother now nothing but
a bunch of letters carved into a rock? Or a corpse rotting slowly somewhere
in the mountains, beneath the screaming heads of statues? His imagination
provided a horribly detailed picture, and he cringed. "You were eighteen.
Dammit, I'm eighteen! Now you're gone and I'll never see you again. Why
did you have to leave us? Why did I leave you to die so early? Our dreams
only hours away? Why? Why?" / «H¦b¥Lªº²´·ú¤§«e¼Ò½k¡C ¦W¦r,¤é´Á¡C¡C¡C ©M¥O¤H§@¹Ãªº³Ì«á¥ÛÀYªº©Ò¦³¦³ÀJ¨èªº²`³B¡C
¥Lªº¥S§Ì°£¤F¤@§ô«H¤§¥~¬O²{¦b¨S¨Æ¦³ÀJ¨èªº¶i¤J¤@¶ô©¥¥Û¤§¤º? ©ÎºCºC¦a¦b¤s¤¤¬Y³B»GÄê ªº«ÍÅé,¦b¦y¥sÀYÀJ¹³¤§¤U? ¥Lªº·Q¹³´£¨Ñ¤F¤@±i¥i©È¸Ô²Óªº·Ó¤ù¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¬ÈÁY¡C
"§A¬O¤Q¤K¡C ¸Ó¦º,§Ú¬O¤Q¤K! ²{¦b§A¤£¨£¤F¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú±N¤£¦A¬Ý¨£§A¡C §A¬°¤°»ò¥²¶·¯d¤U§ÚÌ? §Ú¬°¤°»ò¯d¤U¦º¦p¦¹ªº¦§A? §Ú̪º¹Ú°ß¤@ªº¤p®É¤§¤[?
¬°¤°»ò? ¬°¤°»ò?"
As Jun and Ryu reached the edge of the cemetery, they heard a scream;
a raw, tortured shriek that built in volume and intensity until it chilled
them through. Jun stopped, and signaled Ryu to do the same. / ·í¤»¤ë©M Ryu
¨ì¹F¤F¹Ó¦aªºÃä½t®ÉÔ,¥LÌÅ¥¨ì¤F¤@Án¦y¥sÁn; ¥Íªº¦×, «þ°Ý¤F¦bÅé¿n©M±j¯P¤¤«Ø³yª½¨ì¥¦ªº¦y¾UÅTÁn¤w§Nªº¥L̬ï¶V¡C ¤»¤ë°±¤î, ¦Ó¥B¦V Ryu
µo°e°T¸¹¤F°µ¤@¼Ëªº¡C
"We'd better leave him alone for a bit," she whispered. / "§Ú̳̦n¬°¤@ÂIÂI§OºÞ¥L",¦o¦Õ»y¡C
Ryu stopped, but showed no sign of leaving. Jun's eyes met his, and as
the awful sounds continued, tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Ryu
held out his arms to her, and she accepted the embrace, burying her face
in his shoulder to muffle the sounds of her own grief. Ryu hugged her
tightly and his eyes spilled over in silence. / Ryu °±¤î, ¦ý¬OÂ÷¶}Åã¥Ü¨S¦³¸ñ¶H¡C ¤»¤ëªº²´·ú¸I¨ì¥Lªº,¦Ó¥B·í¥i©ÈªºÁnµÄ~Äòªº®ÉÔ,²\ºw¶}©lºw¬y¤U¨Ó¦oªºÀU¡C
Ryu ¹ï¦o´£¨Ñ¥Lªº¤âÁu¡A¦Ó¥B¦o±µ¨ü¤F¾Ö©ê, ®I¥LªºªÓ¦oÁy³ò»q¦o¦Û¤vªº¶ËµhÁnµ¡C Ryu ºòºò¦a¾Ö©ê¤F¦o¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº²´·úµ²§ô¦b¨HÀq¤è±·¸¥X¡C
The sun sank beyond the sea, and as the stars came out, the sounds finally
died away. Jun and Ryu found Ken huddled on the ground, surrounded by
a carpet of trampled petals and mangled leaves, his head and shoulders
sagging in exhaustion. / ¤Ó¶§¨I¸¨¶W¹L®ü¬v¡A¦Ó¥B·í¬P¥X¨Óªº®ÉÔ,Ánµ³Ì«á³vº¥®ø¥¢¡C ¤»¤ë©M Ryu µo²{¦b¦a±¤W³Q±ÀÀ½ªºªÖ®¦,³Q½î½ñªºªáä¤@±i¦a´à¥]³ò¦Ó¥B¶Ã¤Á¾ð¸,
¥LªºÀY¦Ó¥BªÓt¦b¯h¾Î¤è±¤U««¡C
"Ken?" / "ªÖ®¦"?
When he didn't respond, Jun knelt beside him, put a hand beneath his chin
and gently lifted his head. He didn't resist. Ken's fists were swollen
and bloody. His face was smeared with blood and dirt, and tracked with
tears. Ryu produced a handkerchief which Jun used to dab at Ken's face,
and to her relief she found the blood had come from his hands. / ·í¥L¨S¦³¦^À³ªº®ÉÔ,¦b¥L®ÇÃ䪺¤»¤ë
knelt,©ñ¤@°¦¤â¥Lªº¤U¤Ú¤§¤U¨Ã¥B³vº¥¦aÁ|°_¤F¥LªºÀY¡C ¥L¨S¦³©è§Ü¡C ªÖ®¦ªº®±ÀY¬O¿±µÈªº©M¦å¸{ªº¡C ¥LªºÁy»P¦å©M¦Ã«¯¤@°_¶î, ¦Ó¥B¥H²\ºw°lÂÜ¡C
Ryu ¥Í²£¤F¤@±ø¤»¤ë¹L¥h¤@ª½¦bªÖ®¦ªºÁy»´©çªº¤â©¬¡A¦Ó¥B¹ï¦oªº¦w¤ß¦oµo²{¦å¤w¸g¨Ó¦Û¥Lªº¤â¡C
Without a word, Jun took one arm and Ryu the other, and they hoisted him
to his feet. Ken was too exhausted to protest as he was half-carried up
the path to the complex. "I think," he said hoarsely, "I
think I feel better now." / ¨S¦³¤@Ó¦r¡A¤»¤ë±a¤F¤@°¦¤âÁu©M Ryu ¥t¤@Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¥L̤ɰ_¤F¥L¨ì¥Lªº¸}¡C
·í¥L¬O¤@¥bªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦¬O¤Ó¥ÎºÉ¦ÓµLªk¤Ï¹ï-¦b¹ï¦X¦¨ª«ªº¸ô®|¤W±Äâ±a¡C "§Ú·Q",¥L¨F°×¦a»¡ ",§Ú»{¬°§Ú²{¦bı±oµÎªA¦h¤F".
Awareness came quickly the second time around. / ı¹î¦bªþªñ«Ü§Ö¦a³Q´£¥X²Ä¤G¦¸¡C
He could hear the quiet hum of machinery, and was aware that he was lying
on his back. Unlike before, he could feel things--the surface beneath
his body, the sheet draped over him--though the sensations were strangely
dull. He flexed his fingers and toes, then the muscles in his legs, and
everything responded. Nothing hurt, but he felt weak, as if he had pushed
himself far beyond his reserves. / ¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì¾÷¾¹ªº¦wÀR¶ä¶äÁn, ¦Ó¥B¬Oª¾¹Dªº¥L¥¿¦b¥LªºI³¡¤W»¡ÁÀ¡C ¤£¹³¥H«e¡A¥L¥i¥H·Pı¨Æª«--
ªí±¦b¥Lªº¨Å餧¤U¡A±i¦b¥L¤§¤W¥Î¥¬Ã®Âл\--ÁöµM·Pı©_§®¿ð¶w¡C ¥LÅs¦±¤F¥Lªº¤â«ü©M¨¬³k, µM«á¦^À³ªº¥L»L¦Ù¦× , ©M¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C ¨S¨Æ¶Ë®`¡A¦ý¬O¥Lı±o®z,¦n¹³¥L¤w¸g±À°Ê¥L¦Û¤v¥H¬O»·ªº¶W¹L¥Lªº«O¯d¡C
Of course you did, you idiot. You were dead. / ·íµM§A°µ, §A¥Õè¡C §A¦º¡C
Then why am I not dead now? / µM«á²{¦b§Ú¬°¤°»ò¤£¬O¦º?
Instinct told him to move very carefully, to try not to upset whatever
might be fragile. Joe tried to move his head, and it moved a little, supported
by a soft cushion that conformed to his neck and shoulders. / ¥»¯à§i¶D¤F¥L«D±`¤p¤ß¦a²¾°Ê,
¸Õ¤£nÄAÂФ£½×¤°»ò¥i¯à¬O©ö¸Hªº¡C ³ì¸ÕµÛ²¾°Ê¥LªºÀY¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦µy·L²¾°Ê, ³Q¤@Ó¿í·Ó¥Lªº²ä¤l©MªÓªº³n¹Ô¤l¤ä«ù¡C
Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes. / ºCºC¦a¡A·V«¦a¡A¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C
There was no dazzling light this time. Everything was fuzzy, and he blinked
until his eyes adjusted. He was lying on something like a cross between
an examination table and a dentist's chair, in the middle of a vast laboratory
room. The ceiling was high and glowed a dim gold. The walls were lined
with machinery and glittered with lights. / ³o¦¸¨S¦³²´ªá¼º¶Ãªº¥ú¡C ª½¨ì¥Lªº²´·ú½Õ¾ã¡A¨C¥ó¨Æª«¬O¼Ò½k¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¯w²´¡C
¦b¥¨¤jªº¹êÅç«Ç©Ð¶¡ªº¤¤¥¡¤¤¥L¥¿¦b¹³¦b¤@±i¦Ò¸Õ®à¤l©M¤ú¬ìÂå¥Íªº´È¤l¤§¶¡ªº¤Q¦r¬[¦b¬Y¨Æ¤§¤W»¡ÁÀ¡C ¤ÑªáªO¬O°ªªº¨Ã¥Bµo¬õ¥ú·t²Hªº¶Àª÷¡C Àð¾À¥H¥ú»P¾÷¾¹¤@°_±Æ¦¨¤@¦æ¦Ó¥BÀéÄê¡C
What is this place? / ³o¤@Ó¦a¤è¬O¤°»ò?
There was a sound off to the left, and Joe turned his head to see an old
man standing over him. Instead of the standard laboratory white, he was
shrouded in a smoke-colored cape that tied at the collar. He had long,
curly hair, a beard, and weird, piercing eyes, like some of the crazier
scientists at the ISO... or like the man who'd been Nambu's friend until
he joined the wrong side... The memory clicked: this was the man who had
come for him in the mountains, the surgeon blocking the bright lights--
/ ³Ñ¤U¤@ºØÁnµ¨«¶}¨ì¨º¡A¦Ó¥B³ìÂà¦V¤F¥LªºÀY¨£¤@Ó¦b¥L¤§¤W¯¸¥ß ªº¦Ñ¤H¡C ¥N´À¼Ð·Çªº¹êÅç«Ç¥Õ¦â¡A¥L¦b¤@Ó¦b¦ç»âôªº·Ï- ±m¦âªºÌa¤¤³Q¾B½ª¡C
¥L¤[¦³,±²¦±ªºÀY¾v¡AÄGŽ©M©Ç²§ªº, ¨ë°©ªº²´·ú, ¹³¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªº¤@¨Ç¸ûµo¨gªº¬ì¾Ç®a¡C¡C¡C ©Î¹³¬O Nambu's ªºªB¤Íª½¨ì¥Lªº¨k¤H who'd
°Ñ¥[¤F¿ù»~ªºÃä¡C¡C¡C °O¾Ð«ö: ³o¬O¤w¸g¦b¤s¤¤¬°¥L¨Óªº¨k¤H¡AªýÂ_©ú«Gªº¥ú ¥~¬ìÂå¥Í--
Joe sat up, too fast. The room spun, and he shut his eyes and steadied
himself until the spinning stopped. This was no time to faint. / ³ì¼õ©],¤Ó§Ö¡C
ª½¨ì¯¼Â´°±¤î¡A©Ð¶¡§Ö³t±ÛÂà¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÃö¤W¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥B¨Ï¥L¦Û¤véw¤F¡C ³o¤£¬O®ÉÔ©üË¡C
When he opened his eyes again, he saw the old man grinning at him. "Welcome
back, Joe," he said in his harsh, gravelly voice. Joe tensed at the
sound of his own name. / ·í¥L¦A¤@¦¸¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú®ÉÔ,¥L¬Ý¨£¦b¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º ªº¦Ñ¤H¡C "¦V«á¦aÅwªï,³ì",¥L¦b¥Lªº²ÊÁW,
¦h¸H¥ÛªºÁnµ¤¤»¡¡C ³ì¦b¥L¦Û¤vªº¦W¦rÁnµ©Ôºò¡C
"Who're you?" Joe's voice wasn't hoarse or weak, but there was
something about it that felt wrong to him. / " Who're §A"? ¹ï¥Lı±o¿ù»~¡A³ìªºÁnµ¤£¬O¨F°×ªº©Î®z,
¦ý¬O¦³Ãö©ó¥¦ªº¬Y¨Æ¡C
"My name is Doctor Rafael," the old man said. "You're in
my lab. How do you feel?" / "§Úªº¦W¦r¬OÂå¥Í Rafael",¦Ñ¤H»¡¡C "§A¬O¦b§Úªº¹êÅç«Ç¤¤§A·Pı¦p¦ó"?
"Suspicious," Joe said. "You're not with the ISO, are you?
And your name sounds familiar. What do you want from me?" / "¥iºÃªº",³ì»¡¡C
"§A¤£¥H°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´,¬O¶Ü ? ¦Ó¥B§Aªº¦W¦rÅ¥°_¨Ó¼ô±x¡C §A±q§Ú·Qn¤°»ò?"
Rafael shook his head. "You're not one to waste time, are you? First
I want to know how you are feeling. We'll talk about semantics and loyalties
later." / Rafael ·nÀY¡C "§A¤£¬O¤@®ö¶O®É¶¡,¬O¶Ü ? º¥ý§Ú·Qnª¾¹D§A¦p¦ó¥¿¦b·Pı¡C §Ú̵y«á±N½Í½×»y·N¾Ç©M©¾¸Û¡C"
"We'll talk about them now," Joe snarled. "I should've
been dead--yet somebody's gone through great pains to keep me from being
dead. Nobody does that kind of work without an incentive. What do you
want from me?" / "§Ú̲{¦b±N½Í½×¥LÌ",³ì§q¥s¡C " §Ú should've ¦ºªº--
¤´µM¬Y¤H¸g¹L´ÎªºµhW¨Ï§Ú¤£¦º¡C ¨S¦³¤H°µ¨S¦³¿EÀyªº¨ººØ¤u§@¡C §A±q§Ú·Qn¤°»ò?"
The old man bristled, then caught himself. "I want your help,"
he said evenly. / è¤òªº¦Ñ¤H,µM«á®·®»¤F¥L¦Û¤v¡C "§Ú·Qn§AªºÀ°¦£",¥L¥§¡¦a»¡¡C
"How is it you know so much about me?" / " ¥¦¦n¶Ü§Aª¾¹D³o»ò¦hÃö©ó§Ú"?
"I had spies working in the Syndicate. Remember the Mechaziner?"
Rafael stroked his beard with one hand and grinned. "Your identity
was pretty much public at that point." / "§Ú¦³¤F¦b¥ø·~Áp¦X¤¤¤u§@ ªº¶¡¿Ò¡C °O±o
Mechaziner?"Rafael ¥Î¤@°¦¤â¦E§À¼Õ¥LªºÄGŽ¦Ó¥BÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C " §Aªº¨¥÷¨º®É«D±`¤½²³" ¡C
"What else? How much else do you know?" / " ¤°»ò§Oªº? ¦h¤Ö§Oªº§Aª¾¹D¶Ü?"
"That you have four working partners, all young people. And of course
there are the news reports. At the moment, your friends are fine. They
issued a statement shortly after the battle, and they're upsetting the
media because they won't come into the open for interviews. They've also
been very closed-mouthed about you. Rumor has it that they've held a private
memorial service for you and the last two members of Red Impulse."
/ " §A¦³¥|Ó¤u§@ªº¦X¹Ù¤H¡A©Ò¦³ªº¦~»´¤H¡C ¦Ó¥B·íµM¦³·s»D³ø§i¡C ¦¹¨è¡A§AªºªB¤Í«Ü¦n¡C ¦]¬°¥ḺN¤£¬°±½Í¶i¤J¤½¶}¡A©Ò¥H¥L̦b¾Ôª§¤§«á¤£¤[µo¦æ¤F¤@¥÷³¯z¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÌ¥¿¦bÄAÂдCÅé¡C
¥L̤]¤w¸g«D±`Ãö³¬-Ãö©ó§A¸ËµÄ§@¶Õ»¡¸Ü¡C ÁÁ¨¥¦³¥¦¥L̤w¸g¬°§A©M¬õ¦âªº½Ä°Ê³Ì«á¤GÓ¦¨û®³µÛ¤@Ó¨p¤Hªº°l±¥»ö¦¡¡C"
"Red Impulse?" / "¬õ¦âªº½Ä°Ê"?
"Killed at Cross Karakoram." / "¦b¥æ¤eªº Karakoram ±þ"
¡C
The shock at Oniishi's and Masaki's deaths gave way to another, more frightening
realization: So they think I'm dead. That means they don't know I'm here.
/ ÅåÀ~¦b Oniishi's ©M Masaki's ªº¦º¤`´£¨Ñ¤F¨ì¥t¥~¤@ªº¸ô¡AÅåÀ~¹ê²{ ªº§ó¦h: ¦]¦¹¥LÌ»{¬°§Ú¦º¡C ¨º·N¿×¥L̤£ª¾¹D§Ú¦b³o¸Ì¡C
"I'll explain everything in detail later. First, though, I want to
check on how you're recovering, and I can only do that if you tell me
how you are feeling. Other than suspicious." / "§Ú±Nµy«á¸Ô²Ó¦a¸ÑÄÀ¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C
º¥ý¡AÁöµM¡A§Ú·QnÀˬd¦b§A¦p¦ó¥¿¦b§ä¦^¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¤~¯à°µ¤§¤W¦pªG§A§i¶D§Ú§A¦p¦ó¥¿¦b·Pı¡C °£¤F¥iºÃªº¤§¥~¡C"
He didn't sound like a Galactor. Between his stance, his slow way of speaking
and his calm, commanding tone that was soothingly similar to Nambu's,
Joe gave a little ground. "Strange. I feel strange, like everything's
happening a long way off. A little shaky. Nothing hurts." / ¥L¨S¦³Å¥°_¨Ó¹³
Galactor ¤@¼Ë¡C ¦b¥LªººA«×¤§¶¡,¥L»¡ªººC¤èªk©M¥Lªº¥Ã¡A¹ï Nambu's ¬O¼¾¼¢¬Û¦üªº«ü´§©ú·t,³ì´£¨Ñ¤F¤p¤pªº¦a±¡C "©_©Çªº¡C
§Úı±o©_©Ç, ¹³¨C¥ó¨Æª«µo¥Í¨«¶}ªº¤@Óªøªº¤èªk¡C µy·L°Ê·n¡C ¨S¨Æ¶Ë®`¡C"
The doctor nodded. "The weakness is only natural--regeneration like
you went through takes an incredible amount of energy. If you hadn't been
in excellent physical condition before your... accidents, you would still
be unconscious now. Sensation should adjust in a little while." /
Âå¥ÍÂIÀY¡C "®zÂI¬O°ß¤@ªº¥Õ·ö-- ¹³§A¤@¼Ëªº¦A¥Í¬ï¹L±aÃø¥H¸m«H¶qªº¯à·½¡C ¦bÀu¨}ªº¹ê»Ú±¡ªp¤¤°²¦p§A¤£¬O¥H«e§Aªº¡C¡C¡C ·N¥~¨Æ¥ó,§A±N·|¤´µM²{¦b¬OµL·NÃѪº¡C
·Pı¦b¤p¤pªº¤@·|¨à¤¤À³¸Ó½Õ¾ã¡C"
"How long have I been... regenerating?" / " ¦h¤[§Ú¬O¡C¡C¡C ¦A²£¥Í?"
"Six weeks." / "¤»Ó¬P´Á".
"Huh. I don't feel like I'm recovering from anything." But something
was different, wrong. Joe swung his legs over the side of the table, and
the sheet slipped off. / "ó!¡C §Ú¨S·Pı¹³§Ú¥¿¦b«ì´_¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C"¦ý¬O¬Y¨Æ¬O¤£¦Pªº,¿ù»~ªº¡C ³ì·nÂ\¤F¦b®à¤lªºÃä¤W¥L»L¡A¦Ó¥B±i¨«¶}·ÆË¡C
He was naked. That was to be expected, and didn't bother him. But the
second thing he noticed shook him: the body that he saw beneath him wasn't
his. The build was similar--lean and tightly corded with muscles and veins--but
the skin was too smooth, too perfect. There were no freckles or marks,
no tan lines, and no scars. / ¥L¬O¨ª»rªº¡C ¨º¬O³Q´Á±æ, ¦Ó¥B¨S¦³·ÐÂZ¥L¡C ¦ý¬O²Ä¤G¥ó¨Æª«¥Lª`·N·n°Ê¤F¥L: ¥L¬Ý¨£ªº¨Åé¦b¥L¤§¤U¤£¬O¥Lªº¡C
¨º«Ø¥ß¬O¬Û¦üªº-- ½G¦×©Mºòºò¥Î¯Á¤l±î²Ï¥Ñ©ó¦Ù¦×©MÀR¯ß--¦ý¬O¥Ö½§¤Ó¥·Æªº,¤Ó§¹¬ü¡C ¨S¦³³¶´³©Î¼Ð»x , ¨S¦³¶À½Å¦âªº½u , ©M¨S¦³¬Í²ª¡C
Throughout his adventures Joe had picked up plenty of scars. Souvenirs
from knife fights, bullet grazes and shrapnel wounds had left a fine network
of tiny white marks across his arms, legs and chest. And events at Cross
Karakoram should have left some impressive bullet scars. Joe checked his
left arm, then his right. The old bullet wounds from BC Island; the cut
where Katse had once stabbed a scalpel into his arm; the scars on his
hands from shattered glass... they were all gone. / ¦b¥Lªº«_ÀI³ì¦U³B¤w¸g¬B°_³\¦h¬Í²ª¡C
¨Ó¦Û¤Mªº¬ö©À«~¹ï§Ü,¤l¼u¨Ï¦Y¯ó¡A¦Ó¥B¶}ªá¼u³Ð¶Ë¤w¸g¯d¤U¾î¹L¥Lªº¤â¡A»L©M¯Ýªº·¥¤p¥Õ¦âªº¼Ð»x¤@Ó¦nªººô¸ô¡C ¦Ó¥B¦b¥æ¤eªº Karakoram ªº¨Æ¥óÀ³¸Ón¯d¤U¤@¨Ç¥O¤H¦L¶H²`¨èªº¤l¼u¬Í²ªªº¡C
³ìÀˬd¤F¥Lªº¥ª¤âÁu, µM«á¥LªºÅv§Q¡C ¨Ó¦Û¦è¤¸«e®qªºÂ¤l¼u³Ð¶Ë; Katse ´¿¸g¤w¸g¨ë¤@Ó¤p¤M¶i¥Lªº¤âÁu¤§¤ºªº¤Á; ¨Ó¦Û¥´¸Hªº¬Á¼þ¦b¥Lªº¤â¤W¬Í²ª¡C¡C¡C
¥LÌ¥þ³¡¤£¨£¤F¡C
There was no way to remove scars like that. Not without replacing the
skin. / ¨S¦³¤èªk°£¥h¹³¨º¤@¼Ëªº¬Í²ª¡C ¤£¬O¤£§ó´«¥Ö½§¡C
Joe's breath came faster and the room began spinning again. He grabbed
the table beneath him and held on tightly. There was an awful creaking,
popping sound, and he looked down, to find that his fingers had dug through
the plastic covering of the table. The exposed metal frame was bent, and
the stuffing oozed between his fingers like blood. / ³ìªº©I§l³Q´£¥X§ó§Ö³t¦a¦Ó¥B©Ð¶¡¶}©l¦A¤@¦¸¯¼Â´¡C
¥L¦b§ì¨ú®à¤l¤§¤U¥L¨Ã¥B®³µÛ¦bºòºò¦a¤§¤W¡C ¦³¥i©Èªº§@ÁÓªîÁn, ¨ú¥XÁnµ,¦Ó¥B¥L¬Ý¤U¨Ó, µo²{¥Lªº¤â«ü¤w¸g¸g¹L®à¤lªº¶ì½¦Âл\«õ¡C ¼ÉÅSªºª÷ÄÝ»sªºÅé®æ³QÅs¦±¡A¦Ó¥B¶ñ¶ëª«¦b¹³¦å¤@¼Ëªº¥L¤â«ü¤§¶¡º¯¥X¡C
"What did you do to me?" His voice came out strangled with horror.
/ "§A¹ï§Ú°µ¤°»ò"? ¥LªºÁnµ¥HÅåÀb¥X¨Ó°Ç¦º¡C
"Joe, sit back. You're not ready to--" / "³ì,³S¤â®ÇÆ[¡C §AÁÙ¨S·Ç³Æ¦n¨ì--"
"What have you DONE?" Joe's feet found the floor, and after
a moment's fight for balance, he took a step forward. Rafael backed up.
/ "§A°µ¤F¤°»ò"? ³ìªº¸}µo²{¦aªO, ©M¦b¤ù¨èªº¾Ô°«¤§«á¹ï©ó¥¿Å¡A¥L¦V«e¦a±Ä¨ú¤F¤@Ó¨BÆJ¡C Rafael ¤ä«ù¡C
Joe lunged after him--only his body responded far more quickly than he
had intended. Rafael threw himself to the floor and rolled, just in time
to prevent Joe's hands from contacting with his chest. Joe hurtled past
and hit the opposite wall with an impact that smashed several panels and
sent up a shower of sparks. Stunned, he slid down, then staggered awkwardly
to his feet and braced himself for another try. / ¦b¥L¤§«á¦³ªÍªº³ì--°ß¤@ªº¥L¨Åé¦^À³¤ñ¥L§ó§Ö¡C
Rafael ¥á¥L¦Û¤v¨ì¦aªO¦Ó¥B±², ¶È¶È¤Î®Éªý¤î³ìªº¤â¥H¥Lªº¯Ý³sµ¸¡C ³ì¸I¼²¤F¹L¥h¦Ó¥B¥Î¤@ºØ¯»¸H¤F¤@¨Ç»ö¿öªO¡A¦Ó¥B°e¤W¤õªáªº¤@¦¸°}«Bªº½ÄÀ»À»¤¤¬Û¤ÏªºÀð¾À¡C
¨Ï·wË, ¥L slid åP¸¨, µM«á²Â©å¦aÂÚ¶\¨ì¥Lªº¸}¦Ó¥B·Ç³Æªï±µ¥t¤@Ó¹Á¸Õ¡C
"Calm down!" the doctor snapped, still in control even though
he was lying in a vulnerable position, with no way to regain his feet
before the next attack. "Your cybernetics aren't calibrated yet,
and you'll tear the whole lab down!" / "§NÀR"! Âå¥Í«rÂ_,µM¦Ó¦b±±¨î¤¤§Y¨Ï¥L¥¿¦b©ó¤@Ó©ö¨ü¶Ë®`ªº¦ì¸m,
ÂǥѨS¦³¤èªk¨ú¦^¦b¤U¤@Ó§ðÀ»«eªº¥L¸}¡C "§Aªº´«±±¾Ç¤´µM¤£³Q®Õ·Ç¨è«×¡A¦Ó¥B§A±N©î·´¾ãÓªº¹êÅç«Ç"!
Joe froze, his face white. The only sounds in the room were of Rafael's
harsh breathing. / ³ìáµ², ¥Õ¦âªº¥LÁy¡C °ß¤@ªºÁnµ¦b©Ð¶¡¤¤¬O Rafael's ªº²ÊÁW©I§l¡C
"Cybernetics?" he whispered finally. "You made me a cyborg?"
/ "´«±±¾Ç"? ¥L³Ì«á¦Õ»y¡C "§A¨Ï§Ú¦¨¬° cyborg"?
Rafael got up from the floor, dusted himself off and looked Joe in the
eyes. "Yes. It was the best way to save you, make you stronger and
better than you were--" / ±q¦aªO°_§Éªº Rafael,¨«¶}©Ø¥h¦Ç¹Ð¤F¥L¦Û¤v¦Ó¥B¬Ý¤F²´·úªº³ì¡C "¬Oªº¡C
¥¦¬O³Ì¦nªº¤èªk¸Ñ±Ï§A, ¨Ï¤ñ§A§ó±j§§©M¦nªº§A¬O--"
This was too much. Joe could have coped with awakening in a cell or torture
room with some Galactor commander gloating over his pain. But not this;
not lying in a clean, cold laboratory with a rational, dignified stranger
trying to gently explain how his body had been changed, transformed into
something alien and uncontrollable. A rush of panic formed deep in Joe's
chest, swelled and burst, enveloping him. He's lying--he has to be lying.
I'll kill him. This is a trap. I have to get out of here. / ³o¬O¤Ó¦h¡C ³ìÀ³¸Ó¥i¥HÀ³¥I²ÓM©Î«þ°Ýªº³ê¿ô©M¦b¥LªºµhW¤§¤Wº¡¨¬¦a¬Ý
ªº¤@¨Ç Galactor «ü´§©xªº©Ð¶¡¡C ¦ý¬O¤£³o; ¤£¦b©ó¤@¶¡°®²bªº, ´H§Nªº¹êÅç«Ç¥Ñ©ó¤@Ó¹Á¸Õ³vº¥¦a¸ÑÄÀ¥Lªº¨Åé¦p¦ó¤w¸g³Q§ïÅÜ ªº²z©Ê,
¦³«ÂÄYªº¯¥Í¤H, ¶i¤J¥~°êªºªF¦è¤§¤ºÂà´«©MµLªk±±¨îªº¡C ³Q§Î¦¨³ìªº¯Ý²`³Bªº®£·W¥^«P,¼W¤j¦Ó¥BÃzµõ,¥]«Ê¥L¡C ¥L¥¿¦b»¡ÁÀ--¥L¥²¶·»¡ÁÀ¡C §Ú±N±þ¥L¡C
³o¬O¤@Ó°é®M¡C §Ú¦³¦b³o¸ÌÂ÷¶}¡C
Frantically he cast around for an exit, found one, and bolted for it.
The door rushed toward his face. Joe braced for the impact, but it opened
automatically just in time to prevent a head-on collision. But not fast
enough to clear. Joe's shoulders slammed into the edges of the doors,
denting them outward. The pain barely registered as he pulled past. /
¨g¼É¦a¥L¹ï©ó¤@Ó¥X¤f¦bªþªñ§ë, µo²{¤@, ¦Ó¥B¬°¥¦¬¦í¡C ªù¹ï©ó¥LªºÁy¶Ê«P¡C ³ì·Ç³Æªï±µ½ÄÀ»¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¤Î®É¦Û°Ê¦a¶È¶È¥´¶}ÁקK¥¿±ªº¸I¼²¡C ¦ý¬O¤£¬O°÷§Ö³t²M°£¡C
³ìªºªÓ²rµM¦a¼²¶iªùªºÃä½t,¦V¥~¨Ï¥LÌ¥W¤U¡C ·í¥L©Ô¤F¹L¥hªº®ÉÔ¡AµhW´X¥Gµn°O¡C
"Joe," Rafael yelled. "Wait!" / "³ì", Rafael
¤j¥s¡C "µ¥Ô"!
The corridors rushed past as Joe half stumbled, half ran through them,
away from the lab and Rafael. Out. The corridors twisted around and around,
with rows of faceless storage room doors and no sign of an exit--not even
an air duct or serviceway. An L-junction came up, and before he could
turn he slammed into it, wrenching his shoulder and denting the wall.
That slowed him down, and he decided to try and walk fast instead of run.
He could barely walk. The muscles in his legs felt like water. / ¨«´Y¶Ê«P¤F¦p³Q²Ì˪º³ì¤@¥bªº¹L¥h,¤@¥b¶]¹L¥LÌ,»·Â÷¹êÅç«Ç©M
Rafael ¡C ¦b¥~¡C ¨«´YÀ¾¦b©M©P³ò¦bªþªñ,ÂǥѱƪºµL±ÀxÂéж¡ªù©M¨S¦³¤@Ó¥X¤fªº¸ñ¶H--¤£¨ÏªÅ®ðºÞ©Î serviceway ¬Ûµ¥¡C L-Áp±µµo¥Í
,¦b¥L¥i¥H±N¥L²rµMÃö¤WÅܦ¨¥¦,²r§á¥LªºªÓ¦Ó¥B¨ÏÀð¾À¥W¤U¤§«e¦Ó¥B¡C ¨º¨Ï¥L´îºC¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¨M©w¸Õ¦Ó¥B¨«¸ôÂN§Ù¥N´À©b¶]¡C ¥LµLªk¨«¸ô¡C ¥Lªº»L¦Ù¦×·Pı¹³¤ô¡C
There was a dark, empty room off to the right that looked safe. Joe staggered
inside, and, remembering what he had done to the wall, reached very carefully
for the close button. The door shut and locked. / ¨«¶}¹ï¬Ý°_¨Ó¦w¥þªºÅv§Q¦³¶Â·t¡AªÅªº©Ð¶¡¡C
³ìÂÚ¶\¤F¤º³¡,©M,°O±o¥L¤w¸g¹ïÀð¾À°µªº,«D±`¤p¤ß¦a¬°±µªñªº¶s¦©¨ì¹F¡C ªùÃö¤W¦Ó¥BÂê¡C
The lights were off, but Joe had no trouble seeing in the near-dark--not
now. After the past few months of blurry vision, his sight was too clear,
almost painfully sharp. He could hear--as a matter of fact, he could now
feel--the whine of the fluorescent lights in the hall, and somehow realized
without trying that a power line lay under the floor directly beneath
his feet. He went to the desk and tore out the drawers. Office supplies--no
directory, nothing he could use. The room looked like an office or lab
reserved for a temporary worker, empty and impersonal. There was a phone,
but when he picked it up, he found the line was dead. As he stared at
the receiver in his hand, the plastic cracked and crumpled in his grip.
/ ¥ú¬O»·ªº¡A¦ý¬O³ì¦b¬Ý¨£¤è±¨S¦³³Â·Ð¦b¨º±µªñ-¶Â·t-- ¤£²{¦b¡C ¦b¹L¥h´XӤ몺¼Ò½kµø³¥¤§«á¡A¥Lªºµø¤O¤Ó²M·¡,´X¥GµhW¦a¾ã¡C ¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì--¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A¥L²{¦b¥i¥H·Pı--ªùÆUªº¿Ã¥ú¥ú©ê«è,
¦Ó¥B¤£»Ýn¹Á¸Õ´N¤£ª¾¦ó¬G¤F¸Ñª½±µ¦a¦b¥Lªº¸}¤§¤Uªº¦b¦aªO¤U±ªº°ªÀ£¹q½uµ±¡C ¥L¥h®Ñ®à¦Ó¥B¼¹¯}¤F©â±P¡C ¿ì¤½¥Î«~--¨S¦³¥Ø¿ý,²@¤£¥L¥i¥H¨Ï¥Î¡C
©Ð¶¡¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤@ӿ줽«Ç¤@¼Ë¡A§_«h¹êÅç«Ç¬°¤@ӼȮɪº¤u¤H«O¯d,ªÅªº©M«ÈÆ[ªº¡C ¦³¤@¨ã¹q¸Ü¡A¦ý¬O·í¥L¬B°_¥¦ªº®ÉÔ, ¥Lµo²{½u¨S¹q¡C ·í¥L¨nµÛ¥Lªº¤â±µ¦¬¾¹¬Ýªº®ÉÔ,¶ì½¦¦b¥Lªººò´¤¤¤§Ë¸H¦Ó¥B§Ë½K¡C
In his past three years of "official" battle with the Galactors,
Joe had come across plenty of cyborgs; ingeniously built, singleminded,
cold and deadly in a way that went beyond evil. Except for Lucy. All too
vividly, he remembered his old racing partner turned Galactor cyborg--her
rebellion, her burning drive to win above all odds. The horror he'd felt
at her transformation. The way she'd bitterly fought her own body, finally
bursting through a wall and exploding on the street five stories below.
/ ¦b©M Galactors ªº¥L¹L¥h¤T¦~ªº "©xû" ¾Ôª§¤¤¡A³ì¤w¸g°¸µMµo²{³\¦h cyborgs; ÆF±Ó¦a«Ø³y,singleminded,
´H§Nªº©MP©Rªº¦b¤@Ó¥h¶W¹L¨¸´cªº¤èªk¤¤¡C °£¤FÅS¦è¥H¥~¡C ¥þ³¡¤Ó¥Í°Ê¦a¡A¥L°O±o¡A¥Lªº¦ÑÄvÁɦX¹Ù¤HÂà¦V¤F Galactor cyborg--¦oªº¿Ñ¤Ï,
¦oªº¿U¿N¾r¨®³Ì«nªÌűo¾÷·|¡C ¥L¦³¦b¦oªºÂà§Î·PıªºÅåÀb¡C ¦o¦³«è«ë¦a¥´¥M¤F¦o¦Û¤vªº¨Åé¤èªk,³Ì«áÃzµõ¹L¤@±Àð¾À¦Ó¥B¦b¤U±ªºµó¹D¤Ó¬G¨Æ¤WÃz¬µ¡C
Is that what I've become? / ¬O¨º¤°»ò§Ú¤w¸gÅܦ¨?
There was a glass screen behind the desk, and in it Joe could just see
his own reflection. The thin, pale face that stared back at him with haunted
eyes still looked human--still looked like himself. / ¦³¦b®Ñ®à«á±ªº¤@Ó¬Á¼þ¿Ã¹õ¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¥¦¸Ì±³ì¥i¥H¶È¶È¬Ý¨£¥L¦Û¤vªº¤Ï¬M¡C
½GªÌ¡Aª`µø¦V«á¦a¦b¥L¥Ñ©ó±`¨ìªº²´·ú¤´µM¬Ý°_¨Ó¤HÃþ -- ¤´µM³Q¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¥L¦Û¤v¤@¼Ëªº»a¥ÕÁy¡C
I can escape from here, go to the ISO, he thought desperately. Maybe Dr.
Nambu can get me out of this. / §Ú¯à±q³o¸Ì°k²æ,¥h°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´,¥Lµ´±æ¦a·Q¡C ¤]³\ Nambu ³Õ¤h¯à§â§Ú»°¥X³o¡C
But what if that's what Rafael wants? I don't even know what he's done
to me. I get past ISO security, get into the same room with him, then
a bomb inside me goes off, or some unknown program kicks in and makes
me start attacking. I'd kill him before anyone could stop me. / ¦ý¬O¤°»ò¦pªG¨º¬O
Rafael ©Ònªº? §Ú¤£¬Æ¦Üª¾¹D¥L¤w¸g¹ï§Ú°µªº¡C §Ú±o¨ì¹L¥hªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¦w¥þ,©M¥L¶i¤J¬Û¦Pªº©Ð¶¡, µM«á¤@Ó¬µ¼u¦b§Ú¤§¤ºÃz¬µ, ©Î¤@¨Ç¥¼ª¾ªºpµe½ð¦b¦Ó¥B¨Ï§Ú¶}©l§ðÀ»¡C
¦b¥ô¦ó¤H¥i¥Hªý¤î§Ú¤§«e , §Ú±N·|±þ¥L¡C
For the first time ever, he felt completely alone and out of control.
Even when captured in the past, he'd always had an option. He could wait
for his teammates to bail him out, or he could fight, run or die. Now
he couldn't turn to his friends for help, and he didn't even have death
as an option--Dr. Rafael had brought him back before, and he could do
it again. He probably had a black box somewhere that could control Joe's
every move. / ´¿¸g²Ä¤@¦¸¡A¥Lı±o§¹¥þ©t¿W©M¥¢¥h±±¨î¡C §Y¨Ï·í¹L¥h®·Àò,¥L¦³Á`¬O¦³¤F¿ï¶µ¡C ¥L¥i¥Hµ¥Ô¥Lªº¶¤¤Í«OÄÀ¥L,©Î¥L¥i¥H¹ï§Ü,©b¶]©Î»ë¤l¡C
²{¦b¥L¤£¥i¥H½Ð¨D¥LªºªB¤ÍÀ°¦£¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤£¬Æ¦Ü¦³¦p¿ï¶µªº¦º¤`--Rafael ³Õ¤h¥H«e¤w¸g§â¥L±a¦^¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦A¤@¦¸¥i¥H°µ¥¦¡C ¥L¥i¯à¬Y³B¦³¤F¤@Ӷ²°¤l¨º¥i¥H±±¨î³ìªº¨C¦¸²¾°Ê¡C
He could make me fight against my family. Destroy them while they trusted
me! / ¥L¥i¥H¨Ï§Ú¹ï§Ü§Úªº®a®x¡C ·í¥LÌ«H¿à¤F§Úªº®ÉÔ¡A¯}Ãa¥LÌ!
Joe's fist slammed into the screen, and his reflection exploded in a cloud
of shattered glass. The desk splintered and the chair flew across the
room and smashed against the opposite wall. He screamed, a long, incoherent
cry that reverberated in the close confines of the room and scared him
even more. Each move--the inhuman strength in it--hammered home the reality
of what he'd become and what he could do, and his panic escalated until
he could no longer feel anything at all. / ³ìªº®±ÀY²rµM¦a¼²¶i¿Ã¹õ¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¤Ï¬M¦b¤@¤j°ï¥´¸H¬Á¼þ¤¤Ãz¬µ¡C
®Ñ®à¼A¶}¡A¦Ó¥B´È¤l¸¹L©Ð¶¡¨Ã¥B¯»¸H¹ï§Ü¬Û¤ÏªºÀð¾À¡C ¥L¦y¥s,ªø,¦b©Ð¶¡ªº±µªñæ¬É¤¤¦^ÅT¨Ã¥BÅåÀ~¤F¥L¬Ûµ¥§ó¦hªº¤£³s³eªºúÁn¡C ¨C¦¸²¾°Ê--¦b¥¦¸Ì±ªº´Ý§Ô¤O¶q--
¥L¤w¸gÅܱoÂñ¥´¦b®a¨Æ¹ê©M¥L¥i¥H°µ¤°»ò, ©M¥Lªº³QÂX¤jªº®£·Wª½¨ì¥L¥i¥H¤£¦A¥þµM·Pı¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C
Joe awoke in the lab, feeling bruised, sore and tired. Looking around,
he noticed the damage he had done to the room had been repaired. Or perhaps
it hadn't happened at all.... That hope vanished when he spotted Dr. Rafael
sitting in a chair nearby. Instantly Joe leaped off the lab table, overturned
the doctor's chair and pinned Rafael to the floor. One hand was pressed
lightly over the doctor's throat. Bright blue eyes bored into Rafael's
own, pupils dilated like a hunting cat's. / ³ì¦b¹êÅç«Ç¤¤³ê¿ô,·Pı¥´¶Ë,¯kµhªº©M¯h²Öªº¡C ¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý,¥Lª`·N¡A¥L¤w¸g°µ¨ì©Ð¶¡ªº·l®`¤w¸g³Qײz¡C
©Î¤]³\¥¦¤@ÂI¤]¤£µo¥Í.... ·í¥L¦bªþªñªº¤@±i´È¤l¤¤¬Ý¨£ Rafael ³Õ¤h®y¦ì¦w±Æªº®ÉÔ¡A¨º¤@ӧƱæ®ø¥¢¡C ¥ß§Y¦a¨«¶}³Q¸õÅDªº³ì¹êÅç«Ç®à¤l,±À½¤FÂå¥Íªº´È¤l¦Ó¥B¥Î°w§O¦í¤F¨ì¦aªOªº
Rafael ¡C ¤@°¦¤â³Q¦bÂå¥Íªº«|³ï¤§¤W»´»´ªºÀ£¡C ¦Û¤vªº¶i¤J Rafael's ¤§¤º·P¨ìµL²áªº©ú«GÂŦ⪺²´·ú,³QÂX¤jªº¾Ç¥Í³ßÅw¬¼Ây¿ßªº¡C
"You learn fast," the doctor rasped. / " §A¾Ç²ßÂN§Ù",Âå¥Í¥Î²Ê¾V¤M¾V¡C
"One of the job requirements," Joe hissed through his teeth.
/ "¤u§@»Ý¨D¤§¤@",³ìµo¥X¼NÁn¹L¥Lªº¤ú¾¦¡C
Rafael took a slow, constricted breath. Joe was being careful, which meant
he was rational, wanted to talk and knew that Rafael was the only one
who could get him out of his predicament. That was a good sign. Show him
your authority. Stay in charge. / Rafael ®³¤FºC,À£ÁY©I§l¡C ³ì¬O¤p¤ß, ·N¿×¥L¬O²z©Êªº,·Qn»¡¸Ü¦Ó¥Bª¾¹D¤F
Rafael ¬O¥i¥H§â¥L»°¥X¥Lªºª¬ºA°ß¤@ªº¡C ¨º¬O¤@Ó¦n²Å¸¹¡C µ¹¥L¬Ý§AªºÅv«Â¡C °±¯d´xºÞ¡C
"Don't be a fool, Joe. You've hurt yourself enough for one day, even
if it hasn't come to your attention yet." "I won't work for
Galactor," Joe snarled. "You won't use me." / "¤£n¬O·M¤H¡A³ì¡C
§A¤w¸g¬°¤@¤Ñ¶Ë®`§A¦Û¤v¥R¨¬,§Y¨Ï¥¦¨S¦³¤´µM±o¨ì§Aªºª`·N¡C""§Ú±N¤£¬° Galactor ¤u§@",³ì§q¥s¡C "§A±N¤£¨Ï¥Î§Ú"
¡C
The doctor snorted. "Nobody's trying to get you to work for Galactor.
The Syndicate was trying to kill you, if I remember. And if I was Galactor
and wanted to control you like you believe I do, we wouldn't be having
this conversation. Especially not in this position. Let me up, and we'll
discuss things like gentlemen. Or are you afraid I'll rot your ears?"
/ Âå¥Í¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l¡C "¤£«n¤§¤H¹Á¸Õ±o¨ì§A¬° Galactor ¤u§@¡C ¦pªG§Ú°O±o¡A¥ø·~Áp¦X¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ±þ§A¡C ¦Ó¥B¦pªG§Ú¬O Galactor
¨Ã¥B·Qn±±¨î§A³ßÅw¡A§A¬Û«H¡A§Ú°µ,§Ú̱N·|¤£¦b¦³³o¥æ½Í¡C ¤×¨ä¤£¦b³o¤@Ó¦ì¸m¤¤¡C Åý§Ú´£°ª¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú̱N°Q½×¹³²Ô¤h¤@¼Ëªº¨Æª«¡C ©Î§A«Ü®`©È§Ú±N»GÄê§Aªº¦Õ¦·?"
Joe glared at him for a timeless interval, then released him and slowly
backed away. Already he felt drained; all his reserves used up in the
attack. / ³ì¬°¤@ӥä[ªº¶¡¹j¦b¥Lµo¯t¥ú, µM«áÄÀ©ñ¥L¦Ó¥BºCºC¦a°hÁY¡C ¤w¸g¥L·Pı±Æ¥X·¾¥~; ¥L©Ò¦³ªº«O¯d¦b§ðÀ»¤¤¥Î¥ú¡C
Rafael didn't feel much better; his ears rang and his body shook with
delayed reaction. With as much dignity as he could muster, the old man
stood up, brushed himself off, then set his chair upright again and sat
down. "Thank you. I want your help, and I'm asking you to give it
to me of your own free will. It's the only way we'll achieve our goal."
/ Rafael ¨S¦³¦n¦h¤F·Pı; ¥Lªº¦Õ¦·»ïÅT¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¨Åé¥H©µ¿ðªº¤ÏÀ³·n°Ê¡C ¥Ñ©ó·í°µ¥L¥i¥H¥l¶°ªº«Ü¦h´LÄY¡A³Q¯¸°_¨Óªº¦Ñ¤H,¨«¶}²¨¨ê¤F¥L¦Û¤v,
µM«á¦A¤@¦¸ª½¥ß¦a³]©w¥Lªº´È¤l¦Ó¥B§¤¤U¡C "ÁÂÁ§A¡C §Ú·Qn§AªºÀ°¦£¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¥¿¦bn¨D§A§A¦Û¤vªº¦Û¥Ñ·N§Ó§â¥¦µ¹§Ú¡C ¥¦¬O§Ú̱N¹F¦¨§Ú̪º¥Ø¼Ð°ß¤@ªº¤èªk¡C"
"Well, you're off to a great start." / "¶â¡A§A¥h¤@ӴΪº¶}©l"
¡C
"Just listen. I made you a cyborg because it was the only way to
revive you, and the only way to return you to active combat. You and I
both know how badly hurt you were, and I dare say that had you been taken
back to the ISO and revived--in itself a very slim possibility--you would
have spent the rest of your life in a wheelchair, half-blind and paralyzed.
You don't strike me as the kind who would enjoy that, especially a few
years from now." / "¶È¶ÈÅ¥¡C ¦]¬°¥¦¬O°ß¤@ªº¤èªk¨Ï§Aµd¿ô¡A©Ò¥H§Ú¨Ï§A¦¨¬° cyborg, ©M°ß¤@ªº¤èªkÂkÁÙ§Aµ¹¿n·¥ªº¾Ô°«¡C
§A©M§Údz£ª¾¹D¦p¦óÄY«¦a¶Ë®`§A¬O¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú´±µo¨¥Åv§A¤w¸g³Q°eÁÙ¨ì°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´þ¤@¦Ó¥B¨Ï-µd¿ô- ¥»¨Ó¤@ºØ«D±`½Gªº¥i¯à©Ê--§A·|´ç¹L¤@Ó½ü´Èªº§A¥Í¬¡ªº¨ä¾lªÌ,¤@¥b-
ª¼¤H¦Ó¥B³Â·ô¡C §A¤£¦p±N·|¨É¨üªºÃþ«¬§ðÀ»§Ú, ¤×¨ä±q²{¦b°_ªº¼Æ¦~¡C"
He's baiting me, Joe thought. "Being made a machine has its drawbacks
too." / ¥L¥¿¦b¥H»ç¤Þ»¤§Ú,³ì·Q¡C " ³Q¨Ï¤@³¡¾÷¾¹¦³¥¦ªº¤£§QÂI¡A¤]".
Dr. Rafael leaned forward in his chair. "But you're not a machine.
Not in the sense of a cold metal contraption. I've enhanced your body,
not replaced it. Cut you, and you still bleed." He pointed, and Joe
only then noticed the blood that was running down his arm. The IV bag
still hung on its hook above his chair, and its contents were spilling
through the broken tube and pooling on the floor. He'd ripped the line
loose when he'd attacked. "And those bandages aren't for decoration.
May I?" / Rafael ³Õ¤h¦b¥Lªº´È¤l¤¤¦V«e¦aʾa¡C "¦ý¬O§A¤£¬O¤@³¡¾÷¾¹¡C ¤£¬O¦b¬YºØ·N¸q¤W¤@Ó´H§Nªºª÷ÄÝ»sªº·sµo©úª«¡C
§Ú¤w¸g´£°ª§Aªº¨Åé,¤£´À´«¤F¥¦¡C ´î¤Ö§A¡A¦Ó¥B§A¤´µM¬y¦å¡C"¥L³Q«ü¥X¡A¦Ó¥B³ì¥u¦³µM«áª`·N¤F¥¿¦b¶]¤U¨Ó¥Lªº¤âÁu¦å¡C 4 ³U¤l¤´µM¦b¥Lªº´È¤l¤W±ªº¥¦¹_¤W¦Q¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦ªº¤º®e¬O·¸¥X¹LÃa±¼ªººÞ¦Ó¥B¦b¦aªO¤W§iµo¡C
·í¥L¦³§ðÀ»ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¦³¼¹¶}¤F½u¸Ñ©ñ¡C " ¦Ó¥B¨º¨ÇÁ^±a¬O¤£¸Ë¹¢¡C ¥i¯à§Ú?"
Joe didn't move from where he stood, and he looked into the doctor's eyes
with another of his long, appraising looks. The blood continued to drip
from his arm and patter audibly onto the stone floor. Rafael frowned in
concern, but forced himself to wait. / ³ì¨S¦³²¾°Ê±q¦b¥L¯¸µÛªº¦a¤è¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥Lªº©M¥t¥~¤@½Õ¬dÂå¥Íªº²´·ú«Üªø,µû»ù®e»ª¡C
¦åÄ~Äò±q¥Lªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B¥iÅ¥¨£¦aºw¤U¦b¥ÛÀY¦aªO¤§¤W«æ³t¦a°á¡C Rafael ¦bÃö¤ß¤¤½K¬ÜÀY, ¦ý¬O³Q¢ªº¥L¦Û¤vµ¥Ô¡C
"All right," Joe said finally. / "¦nªº",³ì³Ì«á»¡¡C
Rafael vanished into the next room and reappeared with a new IV setup,
and gently took Joe's right arm. He wiped the blood off, then pressed
at a spot in the crook of his elbow. Joe stared, half in horror, as Rafael
pushed back a tiny flap of skin to reveal a duct where the old needle
remained. Quickly he exchanged the needles and wrapped a bandage over
Joe's arm to hold everything in place. "You still require food and
sleep and a chance to heal. And if you stay in control of yourself, there
won't be anything wrong with your sex life." Joe's expression turned
venomous at that. / Rafael ¶i¤J¤U¤@өж¡¤§¤º®ø¥¢¦Ó¥B¥H¤@ºØ·sªº 4ºØ¸Ë¸m¦A¥X²{, ¦Ó¥B³vº¥¦a±a¤F³ìªº¥k¤âÁu¡C ¥L¨«¶}À¿¤F¦å,
µM«á¦b¥Lªº¤â¨y¹_¤@Ó¦aÂIÀ£¡C ³ìª`µø,ÅåÀbªº¤@¥b,¦p¦P Rafael ±À¦V«á±¥Ö½§ªº·¥¤p©ç¥´Åã¥Ü¤@Óªº°w«O«ùªººÞ¤@¼Ë¡C «Ü§Ö¦a¥L¥æ´«¤F°w¦Ó¥B¥]¸Ë¤F¦b³ìªº¤âÁu¤Wªº¤@±øÁ^±a¾A·í¤ä¼µ¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C
" §A¤´µM»Ýn¹ª«¦Ó¥BºÎı©M¤@Ó¾÷·|ªv¡¡C ¦Ó¥B¦pªG§A°±¯d¦b§A¦Û¤vªº±±¨î¤¤,¿ù»~¨ã¦³§Aªº©Ê§O¥Í¬¡±N¨S¦³¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C"³ìªºªí¹F¦b¨ºÅܦ³¬rªº¡C
"What have you put in my head?" / "§A´£¥X§ÚªºÀY¤F¤°»ò"?
The old man grinned, then thought better of his reply. "I had to
add an implant that regulated motor functions--to compensate for the old
injury that almost killed you. There's another implant that increases
sensory input and speeds your reflexes. There's nothing that modifies
your behavior, if that's what you're worried about. If I could control
you that way, it means someone else could find a way to do so. That's
why I need your voluntary cooperation." / ¦Ñ¤HÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º, µM«á§ó¥LªºµªÂзQ¡C "
§Ú¥²¶·¼W¥[¤@Ó´Ó¤J¾¹ºÞ²z°¨¹Fªº¥\¯à-- ¬°´X¥G±þ¤F§AªºÂ¨ü¶ËÀvÁÙ¡C ¦³¼W¥[ª¾Ä±ªº¿é¤J©M³t«×§Aªº¤Ï®g¥t¤@Ó´Ó¤J¾¹¡C ¦pªG¨º¬O§A©Ò¾á¼~ªº¡A¦³×¥¿§Aªº¦æ¬°¨S¨Æ¡C
¦pªG§Ú¥i¥H¨º¼Ë±±¨î§A,¥¦·N¿×¨ä¥L¤H¥i¥Hµo²{¤@Ó¤èªk³o»ò°µ¡C ¨º¬O§Ú¬°¤°»ò»Ýn§Aªº¦Û°Ê¦X§@¡C"
Rafael produced a remote control and pressed a button. A screen rolled
down near the chair, and the enclosed projector displayed rows of schematics,
crowded around a human outline that Joe recognized as his own. "Now
look here. Most of the additions I made consist of external armor,"
the doctor explained. "You can withstand extreme temperatures and
harden your skin to deflect injuries--however, that's something you must
learn to do, and that's why you injured yourself." He looked back
from the screen to Joe, who for some reason felt embarrassed and looked
away. "Your extra strength comes from implants placed here, here,
here and here." He pointed to parts of the schematic. "Which
kick in whenever your natural system is overstressed. That is why, right
now, you can run, but you can't walk. You're so weak that the boost happens
constantly, giving you too much, too fast. You'll adjust, and I'll help
you." / Rafael ¥Í²£¤F»»»·ªº±±¨î¦Ó¥B«ö¤F¤@Ó«ö¶s¡C ¤@ӿùõ¦b´È¤lªºªþªñ±²¤U¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B©Òªþªº§ë¼v¾÷Åã¥Ü¤F±Æªº¹Ïªí,¸Á´é³ò¶³ì¿ë»{¥X¦p¥L¦Û¤vªº¤@Ó¤HÃþªº¤jºõ¡C
"²{¦b¦b³o¸Ì¬Ý¡C ¤j³¡¥÷ªºªþ¥[§Ú°µ¦³¥~³¡ªº²¯¥Ò,"Âå¥Í¸ÑÄÀ¡C "§A¯à©è§Ü·¥ºÝªº·Å«×¦Ó¥BÅܵw§Aªº¥Ö½§¨Ï¨ü¶Ë°¾±×--
µM¦Ó¡A¨º¬O¬Y¨Æ§A¤@©wn¾Ç²ß°µ¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¬O§A¬°¤°»ò¶Ë®`¤F§A¦Û¤v". ¥L¦V«á¦a±q¿Ã¹õ¨ì³ì¬Ý,³ì¹ï©ó¤@¨Ç²z¥Ñ¤òÀ֨ϦӥB§xµ~¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C "§AªºÃB¥~¤O¶q¨Ó¦Û³Q©ñ¸m¦b³o¸Ìªº´Ó¤J¾¹¡A³o¸Ì,¦b³o¸Ì©M¦b³o¸Ì".
¥L«ü¦V·§nªÌªº³¡¥÷¡C " ½ð¦bµL½×¦ó®É§Aªº¦ÛµM¨t²Î³Q¹L¤À±j½Õ¡C ¨º¬O¬°¤°»ò,¥ß¨è¡A§A¯à¶]¡A¦ý¬O§A¤£¯à¨«¸ô¡C §A¬O¦p¦¹ªº®z¥HP©ó±À¶i¤£Åܦaµo¥Í,µ¹§A¤Ó¦h,¤Ó§Ö³tªº¡C
§A±N½Õ¾ã¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú±NÀ°§U§A¡C"
"Huh." / "ó!".
"Your senses are enhanced; vision and hearing sharpened. You can
also pick up certain electrical fields, good for detecting bugs and tracers,
and making it easier to home in on enemy craft." He was talking eagerly
now, like a salesman extolling the virtues of an expensive new sports
car. The comparison made Joe shudder. / "§Aªº·Pı³Q´£°ª; µø³¥©MÅ¥ÃÒ·|¦y¾U¡C §A¤]¯à¬B°_¯S©wªº¹q»â°ì,µo²{ÂΩM°lÂܪ̪º¦n³B,
¦Ó¥B¨Ï¥¦§ó®e©ö¨ì®a¦b¼Ä¤H¸¾÷¤W¡C"¥L¥¿¦b²{¦b¼ö¤ß¦aÁ¿¸Ü,¹³¤@Ó¹|·¨¶Qªº·s¹B°Ê¨T¨®ªº¼w¦æ ªº°â³fû¡C ¤ñ¸û¨Ï³ì¾Ô·X¡C
"What's wrong?" / "«ç»ò¦^¨Æ"?
"Nothing. No, one thing. You're not telling me why. Who am I supposed
to be fighting?" / "¨S¨Æ¡C ¤£,¤@¥ó¨Æª«¡C §A¨S¦³¦b§i¶D§Ú¬°¤°»ò¡C §Ú³Q±À·Q¨ì½Ö¹ï§Ü?"
"Sosai X." / "Sosai X".
"What?" / "¤°»ò"?
"Not right away, of course. He hasn't realized he's failed yet, so
we still have some time." / " ¤£¬O¥ß¨è , ·íµM¡C ¥L¨S¦³¤F¸Ñ¥L¤´µM¤w¸g¥¢±Ñ¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Ṳ́´µM¦³¼Æ®É¶¡¡C"
"What do you mean?" / " §A·N¿×¤°»ò"?
"Oh that's right. You haven't seen the news." Dr. Rafael walked
to a console and pressed a call button. A few minutes later, the door
beeped and two assistants entered. A woman in a white coat brought in
a video tape and a bundle of newspapers, then left. A young man cleaned
up the spilled blood and broken equipment. When he left, Rafael continued.
"You won this battle. Berg Katse is dead and Sosai X is fleeing.
There are forensics teams crawling all over Cross Karakoram, and now there's
a permanent ISO facility set up to study the Mantle System through the
hole that the Galactors opened up. The Syndicate itself is falling apart,
fighting among themselves with no leader to solidify them. At their current
rate, they won't last long." / " ®@þ¤@¬OÅv§Q¡C §A¨S¦³¬Ý¨ì·s»D¡C"Rafael
³Õ¤h¨«¸ô¥h±±¨îÂi¦Ó¥B«ö¤F¤@Ó©I¥s«ö¶s¡C ¤@¨Ç¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡Aªù¹Í¹ÍÁn¡A¦Ó¥B¤GÓ§U²z¶i¤J¡C ³Q¤Þ¶i¿ý¼v±a©M³ø¯Èªº®¹¤@¥ó¥Õ¦âªº¥~®M¤@Ó¤k¤H,µM«áÂ÷¶}¡C
¤@Ó¦~»´ªº¨k¤H²M±½³Q·¸¥Xªº¦å©MÃa±¼ªº»ö¾¹¡C ·í¥LÂ÷¶}ªº®ÉÔ,Rafael Ä~Äò¡C "§A¾Æ±o¤F³o¤@³õ¾Ôª§¡C ¦B¤s Katse ¦º¡A¦Ó¥B
Sosai X ¥¿¦b°k¨«¡C ¦³ªkÂå¤p²Õ¨ì³Bª¦¦æ¥æ¤eªº Karakoram ¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b¦³³Q«Ø¥ß¸g¹L Galactors ¦³¸Üª½»¡ªº¬}¾Ç²ß¦a²[¨t²Îªº¥Ã¤[°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´³]³Æ¡C
¥ø·~Áp¦X¥»¨¥¿¦b¤À§O¦a¸¨¤U, ©M¨S¦³»â³S¦b¥L̦ۤv¤§¤¤¹ï§Ü¾®©T¥LÌ¡C ¥H¥L̪º²{¦b¤ñ²v¡A¥L̤£±N³Ì«á´÷±æ¡C"
"So X is gone and Galactor's disbanding--" / " ¦]¦¹ X ¤£¨£¤F©M
Galactor's ¸Ñ´²--"
"And I expect the reprieve to last a little over a year," Rafael
finished for him. / "¦Ó¥B§Ú´Á«Ý½w¦D¦b¤@¦~¥H¨Óµy·L«ùÄò",Rafael ¬°¥L§¹¦¨¡C
"Why?" / "¬°¤°»ò"?
"Because once he discovers that his plan didn't work, X will return.
He's like a stubborn, spoiled child with a four-digit IQ, and he doesn't
like being defied by anything or anyone. When he comes back, it will be
to destroy." Rafael punched another button and a new display appeared
on screen--this time a map of space, marked with a red line that curved
back toward the earth. "This is the estimated trajectory for X's
craft. From these calculations, I estimate he'll be back in fourteen months."
/ "¦]¬°¤@¥¹¥Lµo²{¡A¥Lªºp¹º¨S¦³¤u§@,X ±NÂkÁÙ¡C ¥L¦³¥Î¥|ӼƦrªº IQ ³ßÅw¤@Ó¹x©Tªº, ¨ü¯}Ãaªº«Ä¤l¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤£³ßÅw³Q¥ô¦ó¨Æ©Î¥ô¦ó¤HÂƵø¡C
·í¥L¦^¨Óªº®ÉÔ,¥¦±N¬O¯}Ãa¡C"Rafael ¥H®±«À»¤F¥t¤@Ó¶s¦©¡A¦Ó¥B¤@Ó·sªº®iÄý¦b¿Ã¹õ¤W¥X²{--³o¦¸ªÅ¶¡ªº¤@±i¦a¹Ï,¥H¤@±ø¹ï©ó¦a²y¦V«á¦aÅsªº¬õ¦â½u¼Ð¥Ü¡C
"³o¬O X's ªº¸¾÷³Q¦ôpªºy¹D¡C ±q³o¨Çpºâ¡A§Ú¦ôp¥L±N¦^¨ì¤Q¥|Ó¤ë¡C"
"Where did you get the map?" Joe was no astronomer, but he could
tell that this map was more elaborate than any used at the ISO. "And
how is it you know Sosai X so well?" / " §A¦bþùرo¨ì©O¦a¹Ï"? ³ì¤£¬O¤Ñ¤å¾Ç®a¡A¦ý¬O¥L¥i¥H§i¶D³o±i¦a¹Ï§óºë²Ó¥ô¦óªº¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¨Ï¥Î¡C
" ¦Ó¥B¥¦¦n¶Ü§Aª¾¹D Sosai X ¦p¦¹´é¥X"?
"I was forced to work with him for two years." That wasn't the
whole story, but it was all the young man needed to know for now. / "§Ú¤£±o¤£»P¥L¦X§@¤G¦~"
¡C ¨º¤£¬O¾ãÓªº¬G¨Æ¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¥þ³£¬O¦~»´ªº¨k¤H»Ýn¬°²{¦bª¾¹D¡C
It was too much. Instantly Joe was back on the defensive, hackles raised
and muscles tensed to leap off the table. "Goddammit, I knew it--"
/ ¥¦¬O¤Ó¦h¡C ¥ß§Y¦a³ì¦b¦u¶Õ¤W¦^¨Ó,ÀV³¡ªø¦Ð¤ò¤É°_¡A¦Ó¥B¦Ù¦×©Ôºò¨«¶}¸õÅD®à¤l¡C "Goddammit,§Úª¾¹D¤F¥¦--"
For the first time Rafael's patience gave out. "That's why I know
he must be stopped!" he shouted. "Before, you swore to destroy
Galactor at all costs. Do you still?" / ²Ä¤@¦¸ Rafael's ªº@©Ê¯ÓºÉ¡C "¨º¬O§Ú¬°¤°»òª¾¹D¥L¤@©wn³Q°±¤î"!
¥L©I³Û¡C " ¥H«e¡A§A«OÃÒ¤£±¤¥ô¦ó¥N»ù¯}Ãa Galactor¡C §A? ¦wÀR¶Ü"
"Of course. I--" / " ·íµM¡C §Ú--"
"Then listen to me, Joe! I know how X can be eliminated." He
stabbed a finger at the young man. "And you must do it! I have the
knowledge. You have the skills, the drive and the connections. You want
revenge for what Galactor did to you, to your family? Sosai X is the source
of it all! You want satisfaction? You can end this threat for good, but
you need my help to do it! Now do you understand?" / "µM«áÅ¥§Úªº¸Ü,³ì!
§Úª¾¹D X ¯à¦p¦ó³Q°£¥h¡C"¥L¨ë¤F¦b¦~»´ªº¨k¤H¤@®Ú¤â«ü¡C "¦Ó¥B§A¤@©wn°µ¥¦! §Ú¦³ª¾ÃÑ¡C §A¦³§Þ³N¡A¾r¨®©M³s±µ¡C §A·Qn³ø¤³¬°¤°»ò
Galactor ¹ï§A°µ,¹ï§Aªº®a®x? Sosai X ¥þ³¡¬O¥¦ªº¨Ó·½! §A·Qnº¡¨¬? §A¯à¥Ã¤[µ²§ô³o¤@ºØ«Â¯Ù¡A¦ý¬O§A»Ýn§ÚªºÀ°¦£°µ¥¦! ²{¦b§A¤F¸Ñ¶Ü?"
Joe seemed to withdraw, pulling back pensively in his chair as he regarded
the doctor. He recognized the obsession. He'd seen it many times, in others
and in himself. / ³ì¦ü¥GºM¦^, ¦b¥Lªº´È¤l¤¤¨H«ä¦a©ÔI±·í¥Lµø¬°¤FÂå¥Í¡C ¥L¿ë»{¥X¤F¼ö°J¡C ¦b¨ä¥¦©M¥L¦Û¤v¤¤¥L¤w¸g³\¦h¦¸¬Ý¨ì¥¦¡C
"I think I do," he said softly. / "§Ú»{¬°¡A§Ú°µ",¥L¬X©M¦a»¡¡C
The old man's big shoulders relaxed, and he sighed. "Good."
He placed the newspapers and remote control beside Joe's chair. "Here's
what the media's had to say for the past several weeks. You have some
catching up to do. Take a look at these, then get some rest. Use the remote
to call if you need anything. Be as careful as you can. We'll begin your
adjustments in the morning." / ¦Ñ¤Hªº¤jªÓ©ñÃP¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¼Û®§¡C "¦nªº". ¥L©ñ¸m¤F¦b³ìªº´È¤l®ÇÃ䪺³ø¯È©M»»»·ªº±±¨î¡C
"´CÅ骺©Ò¥²¶·»¡¹L¥h¤@¨ÇÓ¬P´Áªº¦b³o¸Ì¡C §A¦³¤@¨Ç®·®»¦b¤W±°µ¡C ¬Ý¤@¬Ý³o¨Ç,µM«á±o¨ì¤@¨Ç¥ð®§¡C ¦pªG§A»Ýn¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡A¨Ï¥Î»»»·ªÌ©I¥s¡C
¾¨¥i¯à¤p¤ßªº¬O¡C §Ú̦b¦±á±N¶}©l§Aªº½Õ¾ã¡C"
"Aa." / "Aa".
The doctor turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, Joe stopped him.
"Doctor Rafael." / Âå¥Í·Ç³ÆÂ÷¶}¡C ¥¿¦p¥L¨ì¹F¤Fªù,³ìªý¤î¤F¥L¡C "Âå¥Í Rafael".
"Yes?" / "¬Oªº"?
"If destroying Sosai X is your only goal, as you say, then I'll do
all I can to help you. But--" Though he spoke quietly, Joe's voice
carried more menace than anything Rafael had heard from any man. "If
I find you're lying to me, you'll wish you'd left me for dead." /
" ¦pªG¯}Ãa Sosai X ¬O§Aªº°ß¤@¥Ø¼Ð, ·í§A»¡ªº®ÉÔ, µM«á§Ú±N°µ¥þ³¡§Ú¯àÀ°§U§A¡C ¦ý¬O--"ÁöµM¥L¦wÀR¦a»¡¡A¦ý¬O³ìªºÁnµÄâ±aªº«Â¯Ù¤ñ¥ô¦ó¨Æ¦h
Rafael ¤w¸g¦¬¨ì¥ô¦óªº¨k¤H«H¡C "¦pªG§Úµo²{ , §A¥¿¦b¹ï§Ú»¡ÁÀ,§A±NÄ@§A¦³¬°¦º¯d¤U¤F§Ú" ¡C
Rafael left. Once the laboratory door closed behind him, he stopped and
leaned against the wall for support. / Rafael Â÷¶}¡C ¤@¥¹¹êÅç«ÇªùÃö³¬¦b¥L«á±,¥L¬°¤ä«ù°±¤î¦Ó¥BʾaÀð¾À¡C
Ticking bomb indeed. / ³Q®M®Æªº½TÅF¬µ¡C
Joe tore apart the first newpaper without meaning to, and had to piece
together the shreds in order to read it. The process was maddening because
he had to slowly, delicately control hands that shook with the effort.
Using the remote was easier--he found he could work the controls by letting
the weight of his hand rest on the buttons. / ³ì¤£»Ýn·N¿×´N¤À§O¦a¼¹¯}²Ä¤@ newpaper
¨ì, ¦Ó¥B¥²¶·¬°¤FnŪ¥¦ , ºî¦X¸H¤ù¡C ¦]¬°¥L¦³¡A©Ò¥Hµ{§Ç¬O¥O¤Hµo¨gªº¨ìºCºC¦a,²Ó½oÀu¶®¦a±±¨î¥H§V¤O·n°Êªº¤â¡C ¨Ï¥Î»»»·ªÌ¬O¤ñ¸û®e©öªº--¥Lµo²{¥L¥i¥HÂÇ¥ÑÅý¦b¶s¦©¤Wªº¥L¤â«¶q¥ð®§¾Þ§@±±¨î¡C
Some time during the fourth broadcast he fell asleep. / ¦b²Ä¥|¼s¼½ªº®ÉԼƮɶ¡¥LºÎµÛ¤F¡C
-- 3 --
In a scene straight out of a picture postcard, the ocean rolled steadily
onto a smooth expanse of snow-white sand, interrupted only by a stand
of palm trees and a lone sunbather sprawled beside a green beach umbrella.
Fluffy clouds dotted a sky that was a shade of blue usually found only
in a developer's laboratory. In the distance, the bright red, orange and
white of Ryu's rented sailboat dipped among turquoise waves. The air was
filled with the roar of the surf and the cries of seabirds. / ¦b²{³õ¤¤µ§ª½¦a±q¤@±i·´º©ú«H¤ù¡A¤j®üéw¦a¦b³·¥Õªº¨F¤l¤@¤ù¥·Æªº¼eÁï°Ï°ì¤§¤W±²,
¥u¦³³Q¤â´xªº¤@Ó»O¤l¥´Â_¾ð¦Ó¥B©t³æªº sunbather ¦b¤@§âºñ¦âªº®üÅy³Ê®ÇÃäÂX®i¡C ¦³ÂIªº¤òµ³µ³ªº¶³³q±`¬OÂŦ⪺¤@Ó½®²D³Bªº¤ÑªÅ¥u¦b¶}µoªÌªº¹êÅç«Ç¤¤µo²{¡C
¦b»»»·¤§³B¡A³Q¯²¥Î¦|²îªº Ryu's ªº¤j¬õ¦â¡A¬a¾ï©M¥Õ¦â¦b¤g¦Õ¨ä¥Éªi®ö¤§¤¤®û¡C ªÅ®ð¥Rº¡®ü®öªº§q©M®ü³¾ªºúÁn¡C
At the sound of a stranger's footsteps approaching, Ken turned lazily
over on his stomach and propped himself up on one elbow to see who it
was. First he saw a shapely pair of tanned legs, and as he looked up,
shading his eyes, he found they belonged to a curvy brunette in a pink
string bikini. She was openly looking him over, noting the wide shoulders
and the powerful rolls of muscle in his arms and back. When she finished
her appraisal, she met his eyes and smiled. "Hi," she said.
/ ¦b±µªñ ªº¯¥Í¤Hªº¸}¨BÁnµ¡AªÖ®¦¦b¥LªºG¨¤WÃi¬v¬v¦aµ²§ôÂà¦V¦Ó¥B¦b¤@Ó¤â¨y¤W¤ä«ù¥L¦Û¤v¬Ý¨£¥¦¬O½Ö¡C º¥ý¥L¬Ý¨£¤@Âù¹³¼Ë¤lªºÅζ»L¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¬Ý¦b,¤W±¯d¤U³±¼v¥Lªº²´·ú,¥Lµo²{¥LÌÄÝ©ó¤@®M¯»¬õªº½u¤ñ°ò¥§ªa¸Ëªº¤@ÓÅs¦±ªº²`¦â¾v½§ªº¤H¡C
¦o¥¿¦b¤½¶}¦aµ²§ô¬Ý¥L¡Aª`·N¥Lªº¤âÁu©MI±ªº¼eªÓ©M¦Ù¦×ªº¦³¤O±²ª«¡C ·í¦o§¹¦¨¤F¦oªºµû»ù®ÉÔ,¦o¹J¨£¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥B·L¯º¡C "¶Ù",¦o»¡¡C
"Hi," he returned. / "¶Ù",¥LÂkÁÙ¡C
"Hi, I'm back," said a third voice. The brunette jumped and
turned startled eyes on Jun, who settled herself on the towel next to
Ken's and placed a can of Coke in front of him. The brunette looked from
Jun back to Ken. They both regarded her with polite but inquiring expressions.
Her expression changed quickly from embarrassment to anger, and she turned
on her heel and continued down the beach. / "¶Ù,§Ú¦^¨Ó",¤@ºØ²Ä¤TºØÁnµ»¡¡C
¸õÅD¦Ó¥BÂ઺²`¦â¾v½§ªº¤H¦b¤»¤ë¾_Åå¤F²´·ú,¦bºò¾FªÖ®¦ªº¤â¤y¤W¦w¹y¦o¦Û¤v¦Ó¥B¦b¥L¤§«e©ñ¸m¤F¥i¼Öªº¤@ÓÅø¤l¡C ²`¦â¾v½§ªº¤H±q¤»¤ëI±¨ìªÖ®¦¬Ý¡C
¥LÌdz£¥Î¦³Â§»ªªº¦ý¬O´M°Ýªºªí¹Fµø¬°¦o¡C ¦oªºªí¹F«Ü§Ö¦a±q§xµ~¨ì©Á«ã§ïÅÜ¡A¦Ó¥B¦oªu®üÅy¦V¤U¥´¶}¦oªº¸}«á¸ò¦Ó¥BÄ~Äò¡C
"What was all that about?" Jun asked. / " ¤°»ò¨ì³B¬O©Ò¦³ªº¨º"?
¤»¤ë°Ý¡C
Ken opened his can and took a pull from it. "She just walked up here."
/ ªÖ®¦¥´¶}¤F¥LªºÅø¤l¦Ó¥B®³¤@±q¥¦©Ô¡C "¦oèè¦b³o¸Ì¨«¤W" ¡C
"Not your type, trust me," Jun said drily. "I saw her last
night at the bar with three different men." / "¤£¬O§AªºÃþ«¬,«H¿à§Ú",¤»¤ë°®¦a»¡¡C
" §Ú¬Q±ß¦b©M¤T¦ì¤£¦Pªº¨k¤H°s§a¬Ý¨£¦o" ¡C
"Hm," said Ken, watching the waves rolling in and hoping she
would change the subject. / "Hm", ªÖ®¦»¡, ¬Ýªi®öºu°Ê¦b¦Ó¥B§Æ±æ¦o±N·|§ïÅÜ¥DÃD¡C
Jun was already rummaging in her beach bag and produced a bottle of sunscreen.
"Want some of this on your back? You're turning pink." / ¤»¤ë¤w¸g¥¿¦b¦oªº®üÅy¤¤Â½¹M³U¤l¨Ã¥B¥Í²£¤F¤@²~¤Ó¶§ªo¡C
"·Qn¤@¨Ç¦b§AªºI³¡¤Wªº³o? §A¥¿¦bÂ௻¬õ¦â¡C"
"Aa." / "Aa".
Jun rubbed the lotion in with long, firm strokes, starting with Ken's
back, then moving to his arms and legs, kneading the muscles as she went
along. It felt wonderful, and with only a little guilt, Ken let himself
enjoy it. / ¤»¤ëÀ¿¤F¥~¥ÎÃĤô¦b¥Ñ©óªøªº, °í©wªºµ§¹º,¥HªÖ®¦ªºI±¶}©l, µM«á²¾¨ì¥Lªº¤â©M»L, ´|¦Ù¦×·í¦o¦V«e¥h¡C ¥¦Ä±±o¥O¤HÅå©_¡A¦Ó¥B¥Ñ©ó¥u¦³¤@ÂI¸o¦æ¡AªÖ®¦Åý¥L¦Û¤v¨É¨ü¥¦¡C
All during their training and work together, they had felt a mutual attraction
that Ken knew he had to ignore for the sake of the Team. Still, there
were the little things; the arm slipped around the shoulders or waist,
the times when Jun's hand found its way into his, the tight embrace after
a close call; the longing he was so accustomed to shutting down. Jun was
all that he wanted in a woman: strong, self-sufficient, smart enough to
humble the lot of them, sensitive to another's needs... and willing to
love him. Despite Jinpei's childish jokes, the others encouraged the relationship,
and hadn't Joe's last words to Jun been something about she and Ken spending
their lives together? / ¦b¥L̪º°V½m©M¤u§@´Á¶¡¥þ³¡¤@°_¡A¥L̤w¸g·PıªÖ®¦»{ÃѤF¥L¥²¶·¬°¤F¤p²Õ¤£²z¸Bªº¬Û¤¬§l¤Þ¡C ¤´µM,¦³¤p¨Æª«;
¤âÁu¦bªÓ©Î¸y³¡¡A¤»¤ëªº¤â¶i¤J¥Lªº¤§¤ºµo²{¥¦ªº¤èªk®É¥Nªº©P³ò·ÆË, ¦b¤@Ó¤d¶v¤@¾v«áªººò¾Ö©ê; ´÷±æ¥L¹ïÃö³¬¬O¦p¦¹²ßºD¤F¡C ¤»¤ë¬O©Ò¦³ªº¥L¦b¤@Ó¤k¤H¤¤·Qn:
±jªº¡M¥i¥H¦Ûµ¹ªº¡M©MÁo©úªº¥R¨¬¶S§í¥L̪º¹B®ð,¨ì¨ä¥L¤Hªº¬O±Ó·Pªº»Ýn¡C¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B¼Ö·Nªº·R¥L¡C ¤£¦b¥G Jinpei's ªº¤Ñ¯u¯º¸Ü¡A¨ä¾lªÌ¹ªÀy¤FÃö«Y,
©M¹ï¤»¤ëªº³ì³Ì«áªº¦rÁÙ¨S¬OÃö©óªº¬Y¨Æ¦o©M¤@°_ªá¶O¥L̪º¥Í©R ªºªÖ®¦?
Then there was the incident in Paris. Somehow, by accident or design,
they had wound up alone together in a place where the atmosphere crackled
with romance. Jun had turned to look at him, and the way the lights from
the fountain reflected from those soulful green eyes had awakened a powerful,
irresistable urge. On impulse he'd kissed her for the first time--a long,
personal kiss which, in Joe's terms, "means something." Since
then, instead of his usual aloofness, he'd turned shy, almost ticklish
with her and she delighted in it. Remembering their first encounter made
him blush, and when he turned to her, he saw a serene, knowing smile that
told him she remembered as well, and that there was more to come. Maybe,
with this peace, they truly could make something of a life together....
/ µM«á¦b¤Ú¾¤¦³¨Æ¥ó¡C ¤£ª¾¦ó¬G¡AÂǵ۷N¥~¨Æ¥ó©Î³]p¡A¥L̵²§ô©t¿Wªº¤@°_¦b¤j®ð¥H®öº©¥vµo¥X°ÔÁnªº¤@Ó¦a¤è¤¤¡C ¤»¤ë¤w¸g·Ç³Æ¬Ý¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¨Ó¦Û¬uªº¥ú±q¨º¨Ç¥Rº¡ºë¯«ªººñ¦â²´·ú¤Ï¬Mªº¤è¦¡¤w¸g³ê¿ô¦³¤O,irresistable
©IÆ~¡C ¦b½Ä°Ê¤W¥L²Ä¤@¦¸¦³§k¤F¦o--ªø,¡A¥H³ì¨Ó»¡¡A "·N¿×¬Y¨Æ" ªºÓ¤H§k. ¦Û±q¨º®É¥H«á¡A¨ú¦Ó¥N¤§ªº¬O¥L¥±`ªº²¨»·¡A¥L¦³ÅÜ®`²Ûªº,
´X¥G©ö˥ѩó¦o©M¦o¦b¥¦¸Ì±´r§Ö¡C °O±o¥L̪º²Ä¤@¦¸¬Û·|¨Ï¥LÁy¬õ¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¨D§U©ó¦oªº®ÉÔ,¥L¬Ý¨£¹çÀR¡A§i¶D¤F¥L¦o¤]°O±o , ¦Ó¥B¨º¸Ì§ó¦h¨Óªº³Õ¾Ç·L¯º¡C
¤]³\¡AÂǥѳo©M¥¡A¥L̯u¹ê¦a¥i¥H¤@°_¥Î¥Í¬¡°µ¦¨¬Y¨Æ....
Between the rhythmic pounding of the ocean, the warmth of the sun and
the feel of Jun's hands as they massaged his neck, Ken started to drift
off. Jun's voice brought him back. "Feels like you're finally starting
to relax." / ¦b¤j®üªº±Û«ßºV¤§¶¡, ¤Ó¶§ªº·Å·x©M¨º¤»¤ëªº¤â·Pı·í¥LÌ«ö¼¯¤F¥Lªº²ä¤l®ÉÔ,ªÖ®¦¶}©l¨«¶}º}¬y¡C ¤»¤ëªºÁnµ§â¥L±a¦^¨Ó¡C
" ·Pı¹³§A¥¿¦b³Ì«á¶}©l©ñÃP".
"If I get any more relaxed," he mumbled into his towel, "I'll
melt into the sand." / "¦pªG§ÚÅÜ¥ô¦ó§ó¦h©ñÃP",¥L¶i¤J¥Lªº¤â¤y¤§¤º³ä³ä¦Ó»y ",§Ú±N¶i¤J¨F¤l¤§¤º¿Ä¤Æ".
Doctor Nambu had collected his funds, picked up his charges and taken
off for parts unknown. His colleagues at the ISO had nearly gone into
cardiac arrest at the news, but the Doctor pointed out that he had gone
for three years without a break, and when it came to security, he couldn't
imagine who he'd feel safer with than the Kagaku Ninjatai. As it was,
few recognized him. Even the Team had trouble picking him out when he
wore casual clothes. / Âå¥Í Nambu ¤w¸g¦¬¶°¥Lªº°òª÷,¬°³¡¥÷¬B°_¥Lªº¶O¥Î¦Ó¥B°_¸¥¼ª¾¼Æ¡C ¥Lªº¦P¨Æ¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´´X¥G¤w¸g¦b·s»D°Q½×¤ßŦªº¶e®·¡A¦ý¬OÂå¥Í«ü¥X¡A¥L¤£»Ýn¥ð®§´N¤w¸g¥h¹F¤T¦~¤§¤[¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥¦±o¨ì¦w¥þªº®ÉÔ,¥L¤£¥i¥H·Q¹³¥L±N·|¹ï
Kagaku Ninjatai ·P¨ì¦w¥þ³Ó©ó½Ö¡C ·í¥¦¬Oªº®ÉÔ,¤Ö¼Æªº¿ë»{¥X¤F¥L¡C ·í¥L¬ïµÛ¤F°¸µMªº¦çªA®ÉÔ¡A¬Æ¦Ü¤p²Õ¦b¬D¿ï¥L¤è±¦³¤F³Â·Ð¡C
They traveled without obligations, plans or concerns. Someone would come
up with a destination, and if they all liked the idea, they made a few
phone calls and off they went. Supplies were purchased along the way,
and discarded if they became too bulky to carry. They toured all the major
cultural centers, learning more about places they had only passed through
on missions; filling in the gaps. / ¥L̤£»Ýn¸q°È¡Ap¹º©ÎÃö¤ß´N®È¦æ¡C ¬Y¤H±N·|´£¥X¥Øªº¦a¡A¦Ó¥B¦pªG¥LÌ¥þ³¡³ßÅw·Qªk,¥LÌ¥´¤F¤@¨Ç¹q¸Ü¡A¦Ó¥B¨«¶}¥LÌ¥h¡C
¸Éµ¹¦V«e³QÁʶR¤è¦¡, ¦Ó¥B¥á±ó¬O§_¥LÌÅܦ¨¤ÓÃe¤j¦ÓµLªkÄâ±a¡C ¥L̮Ȧæ¤F©Ò¦³ªº¥Dn¤å¤Æªº¤¤¤ß¡A§ó¦hªº¾Ç°ÝÃö©ó¥LÌ¥u¦b¥ô°È¤W¦³³q¹Lªº¦a¤è¨Æ;
¦bÁ_»Ø¤¤¶ñ¥R¡C
As the weeks passed, Ken's soul slowly healed, as did the cuts on his
hands. His appetite came back, and he filled out again, regaining the
weight he had lost after their return from Cross Karakoram. The only rough
spot of the tour had been through Spain and Italy, when Joe's memory haunted
them in the cities. Ken constantly expected to see him arguing with the
men in the pubs, terrorizing the streets on something with wheels, or
pointing out items of interest in the markets. Over and over he wished
Joe was there to share the peace with them. No doubt the others felt the
same way, but no one mentioned it. The subject was unofficially declared
taboo. / ·í¼ÆÓ¬P´Á³q¹Lªº®ÉÔ,ªÖ®¦ªºÆF»îºCºC¦aªv¡, ¦p¦P¦b¥Lªº¤â¤W¤Á¡C ¥Lªº¹¼¤¦^¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦A¤@¦¸¶ñ¼g , ¨ú¦^¥L¦b¨Ó¦Û¥æ¤eªº
Karakoram ªº¥L̦^ªð¤§«á¤w¸g´îªº«¶q¡C ®È¹Cªº°ß¤@²ÊÁWªº¦aÂI¬O¸g¹L¦è¯Z¤ú©M¸q¤j§Q,·í³ìªº°O¾Ð¦b«°¥«¤¤±`¨ì¥L̪º®ÉÔ¡C ªÖ®¦¤£Åܦa´Á±æ¨£¥L¦b°sÀ]¤¤©M¨k¤Hª§½×,¥Î½ü¤l¥O¤H®£©Æ¦b¬Y¨Æ¤Wªºµó¹D,
©Î«ü¥X¹ï¶µ¥Øªº¿³½ì¥«³õ¡C ¤@¦A¦a¥LÄ@¡A³ì¦b¨º¸Ì»P¥L̤À¨É©M¥¡C µLºÃ¦a¨ä¾lªÌ·Pı¤F¬Û¦Pªº¤èªk¡A¦ý¬O¨S¦³¤H´£¨ì¤F¥¦¡C ¥DÃD«D¥¿¦¡¦a¬O¤½§iªº¸T§Ò¡C
When their energy wore down they took refuge in the south Pacific, winding
down in a small resort on the island of Tonga. And it was here that Ken
was finally starting to relax. / ·í¥L̪ººë¤O¬ïµÛ¤U¨Óªº®ÉÔ¥L̦û¾Ú¤F¦b¤Ó¥¬v«n³¡ªºÁ×Ãø©Ò,¦bªF¥[ªº®q¤W¤@Ó¤pªº´ç°²³Ó¦a¤¤±²Â¶¤U¨Ó¡C
¦Ó¥B¥¦¦b³o¸Ì¨º¤@ÓªÖ®¦¥¿¦b³Ì«á¶}©l©ñÃP¡C
Somewhere along his digression, Jun had stopped and was now sprawled on
her towel beside him. Ken opened one eye, debated getting up, then let
that eye rove over the smooth lines of her bare back and the curves of
her hips. That made up his mind. "Jun. Want me to return the favor?"
he asked. / ¬Y³BªuµÛ¥LªºÂ÷ÃD³¡¤À¡A¤»¤ë¤w¸g°±¤î¦Ó¥B²{¦b¦b¦b¥L®ÇÃ䪺¦o¤â¤y¤W³QÂX®i¡C ³Q¥´¶}¤@Ó²´·úªºªÖ®¦,ÅG½×°_§É, µM«áÅý¨º¤@Ó²´·ú¦b¦oªº¨ª»rI±ªº¥·Æ½u©M¦oªºÁv³¡¦±½u¤§¤Wº}ªy©ó¡C
¨º¨M©w¡C "¤»¤ë¡C ·Qn§ÚÂkÁÙ¦n·N?"¥L°Ý¡C
"If you want to." That meant yes. Ken hauled himself up to a
sitting position and picked up the sunscreen. / " ¦pªG§A·Qn¨ì". ¨º·N¿×¬Oªº¡C
ªÖ®¦©ì¤F¥L¦Û¤v¨M©w©ó¤@Ó®y¦ì¦w±Æ¦ì¸m¨Ã¥B¬B°_¤Ó¶§ªo¡C
He was getting involved in his task when they both heard footsteps pounding
toward them and looked up. Jinpei skidded to a stop in front of them,
showering them with sand. / ·í¥LÌdz£¹ï©ó¥LÌÅ¥¨ì¤F¸}¨BºV¦Ó¥B¬Ýªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¥¿¦b°Ñ»P¥Lªº¤u§@¦b¤W±¡C Jinpei
¦b¥L̤§«e«b¨®¨ì¤@Ó°±¤î,¥Î¨F¤l²O¯D¥LÌ¡C
"Aagh," Jun said. They were now covered with a gritty white
layer that the lotion plastered to their skin. Ken spat sand. / "Aagh",¤»¤ë»¡¡C
¥L̬O§Gº¡§t¨Fªº¥Õ¦â¼h²{¦b¥~¥ÎÃĤôÄê¾K¦pªd¨ì¥L̪º¥Ö½§¡C ªÖ®¦¨©§Z¨F¤l¡C
"You won't believe this." The boy was bouncing, excited. "Have
I got something to show you! C'mon!" / " §A±N¤£¬Û«H³o". ¨k«Ä¥¿¦b¤Ï¼u,¨ë¿Eªº¡C
" §Ú±o¨ì¬Y¨Æ¤FÅã¥Ü§A! C'mon!"
"It better be good," Jun growled, brushing futilely at the sand.
"Or I know someone who's going to be breathing seawater." /
" ¥¦³Ì¦n«Ü¦n",¤»¤ë«ã§p,¦b¨F¤lµL¥Î¦a²¨¨ê¡C " ©Î§Ú»{ÃѬY¤H½Ö¥¿¦b¥h©I§l®ü¤ô".
"Oh, it will be. C'mon!" / "®@,¥¦±N¬O¡C C'mon!"
His enthusiasm was infectious. Leaving their belongings behind, Ken and
Jun ran behind him, up the beach toward the end of a peninsula that lead
to rougher sea. There they stopped. Jun's mouth dropped open. Ken grabbed
the binoculars from Jinpei's hand and focused, frowning behind the lenses.
/ ¥Lªº¨g¼ö¬O¦³¶Ç¬V©Êªº¡C ¦b¹ï©ó³q©¹¸û²ÊÁWªº®ü¬v¥b®qªºµ²§ô®üÅy¤W±¯d¤U¥L̪º©Ò¦³ª««á±ªº³¡¤À¡AªÖ®¦©M¤»¤ë¦b¥L«á±¶]¡C ¦b¨º¸Ì¥LÌ°±¤î¡C ¤»¤ëªº¼L°§C¶}©ñªº¡C
ªÖ®¦§ì¨ú¤F¨Ó¦Û Jinpei's ªº¤âÂù²´±æ»·Ãè¦Ó¥B¶°¤¤,¦b³zÃè«á±½K¬ÜÀY¡C
"You're right," he said. "I don't believe it." / "
§A¬O¥¿½Tªº",¥L»¡¡C "§Ú¤£¬Û«H¥¦" ¡C
They'd had a hard enough time getting used to seeing Dr. Nambu in anything
other than suits and lab smocks. The first shock was that the squarish,
businesslike clothing concealed the body of a much younger, fitter man.
He was broad-shouldered and stocky, and his build was as tightly packed
and powerful as Ken's. Of course he had trained them when they were children,
but that seemed so long ago. And now.... / ¥L̦³¦³¤FÃøªº¥R¨¬®É¶¡²ßºD©ó°£¤F¶D³^©M¹êÅç«Ç¤u§@ªA¤§¥~¦b¥ô¦ó¨Æ¸Ì±¬Ý
Nambu ³Õ¤h¡C ²Ä¤@ÓÅåÀ~¬O©ëÂÔªº, ¨Æ°È©Êªº¦çªAÁôÂäF«D±`¦~»´ªº, ¤ñ¸û¾A·íªº¨k¤H¨Åé¡C ¥L¬O¤j½d³òªº- ªÓt©M¸GDªº, ¦Ó¥B¥Lªº«Ø¥ß¬O·í°µºòºò¦a¥]¸Ë©M¦³¤Oªº¦pªÖ®¦¡C
·í¥L̬O«Ä¤l, ¦ý¬O¥H«e¦ü¥G¦p¦¹ªøªº®ÉÔ¡A·íµM¥L¤w¸g°V½m¥LÌ¡C ¦Ó¥B²{¦b....
A hundred yards out to sea, the professor was standing on a surfboard,
riding high on top of a twelve foot wave and making it look easy. He wore
only a pair of bright blue swim trunks. His glasses were gone. His wet
hair was slicked back, and the expression on his face was that of an exuberant
teenager who lived for the sport. He deftly swung the board in a graceful
slalom, keeping his balance long after Ken or Ryu would have wiped out.
Defeated, the wave died peacefully. The professor dropped off the board,
then surfaced, shaking the water from his hair. Catching sight of his
audience, he grinned widely and waved. / ¦b¥~ªº¦Ê½X¨ì®ü¬v¡A±Ð±Â¯¸¦b¤@ӽĮöªO¤W, ½Ä®ö¦Ó¥B¨Ï¥¦¬Ý®e©öªº¡C
¥L¥u¬ïµÛ¤F¤@Âù©ú«GªºÂŦâ´åªa¾ð·F¡C ¥Lªº²´Ã褣¨£¤F¡C ¥LªºÀãÀY¾v¦V«á¦a³Q¥ú·Æªº¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¥LªºÁy¤Wªí¹F¬O¬°¹B°Ê©~¦íªºÁcZ«C¤Ö¦~ªº¡C ¥L±Ó±¶¼ô½m¦a·nÂ\¤F¤@ÓÀu¬üªº»Ùê·Æ³·Áɪº¸³¨Æ·|,¦bªÖ®¦©Î
Ryu ·|®ø°£¤§«á¡A«O¦s¥Lªº¥¿Å´÷±æ¡C À»±Ñ,ªi®ö©M¥¦a¦º¡C ³Q´î¤Ö¸³¨Æ·|ªº±Ð±Â,µM«á¤É¦Ü¤ô±,·n°Ê¨Ó¦Û¥LªºÀY¾v¤ô¡C ¿h¨£¥LªºÅ¥²³,¥L¼sªx¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦Ó¥B´§»R¡C
Weakly, Ken and Jun waved back. / ·L®z¦a¡AªÖ®¦©M¤»¤ë¦V«á¦a´§»R¡C
"I didn't know you could surf," Jinpei said as they all walked
back to their beach house. / "§Ú¨S¦³ª¾¹D¡A§A¥i¥Hº©¹C",·í¥LÌ¥þ³¡¦V«á¦a¨«¸ô¨ì¥L̪º®üÅy©Ð¤lªº®ÉÔ¡A
Jinpei »¡¡C
"It's been a long time. You don't think I spent my entire life behind
a desk, did you?" / "¥¦³Q¬Oªøªº®É¶¡¡C §A¤£»{¬°§Ú´ç¹L¤F¦b¤@±i®Ñ®à«á±ªº§Ú¾ãÓªº¥Í¬¡,¬O¶Ü?"
"Actually, yes," Ken said. The Doctor gave him a surprised look,
then snorted good-naturedly at the joke. / "¹ê»Ú¤W,¬Oªº",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C Âå¥Íµ¹¤©¤F¥L·P¨ìÅå³Yªº¯«±¡,µM«á¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l¤F¦n³B-¦b¯º¸Üªº
naturedly¡C
"Well, it's been long enough," Jun exclaimed, prodding his bare
shoulder with a finger. The pressure left a white mark on skin that was
turning crimson. "Look at you! You'll be hurting in a little while."
"I already am," Nambu said ruefully. / " ¶â¡A¥¦¬O¤[¨¬°÷",¤»¤ë¤j¥s,¥Î¤@®Ú¤â«üÂW¥Lªº¨ª»rªÓ¡C
À£¤O¯d¤U¤F¦b¥¿¦bÂà²`¬õ¦âªº¥Ö½§¤Wªº¤@ӥզ⪺¼Ð»x¡C "¬Ý§A! §A±N¦b¤p¤pªº¤@·|¨à¤è±¶Ë®`¡C"" §Ú¤w¸g¬O",Nambu
´d¶Ë¦a»¡¡C
Another week passed before they all began thinking of the work that awaited
them. There was rebuilding to do, new plans to make. It was time to go
home. / ¦b¥LÌ¥þ³¡¶}©l·Q¨ìµ¥Ô¤F¥L̪º¤u§@¤§«e , ¦b¥t¤@Ó¬P´Á³q¹L¡C ¨º¸Ì¥¿¦b¦A«Ø°µ, ·sªºp¹ºq©w¡C ¥¦¬O¸Ó¦^®aªº®ÉÔ¡C
Two days after returning to Utoland, the Team turned in their vehicles
and equipment. Ken took one long, last flight in G-1 before docking it
into the back of the Godphoenix. Then he spent some time walking about
the mother ship, looking and remembering. Ryu had said once that all ships--whether
they sail or fly--have souls. Not only had this ship a soul, but had picked
up part of those who flew it. The service passages and vehicle compartments
echoed with voices and the sounds of combat, and Ken listened for awhile
before moving to the cockpit. / ¦b¦^¨ì Utoland ¤G¤Ñ¤§«á¡A¤p²Õ¦b¥L̪º¨®½ø©M»ö¾¹¤¤Âà¦V¡C ªÖ®¦¦b¾p¤J²î¶õ¥¦¶i
Godphoenix ªºI±¤§¤º¤§«e¦b G-1 ¤¤·f¼¤@¦¸ªøªº, ³Ì«áªº¸¦æ¡C µM«á¥L«×¹L¼Æ®É¶¡¨B¦æÃö©ó¥À¿Ë²îªº¨Æ¡A¬Ý©M°O±o¡C Ryu ¤w¸g»¡¤@¦¸©Ò¦³ªº²î--¬O§_¥L̯è¦æ©Î¸--¦³ÆF»î¡C
¤£¦ý¦³³o¸Ë²î¹B°e¤@ÓÆF»î , ¦Ó¥B¤w¸g¬B°_¨º¨Ç¸¤F¥¦ªº¤H³¡¥÷¡C ªA°È³q¹D©M¨®½ø°Ï¹º¥HÁnµ©M¾Ô°«ªºÁnµÀHÁnªþ©M¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦Å¥¬°¤@·|¨à¦b²¾¨ì¾r¾pû®y¿µ¤§«e¡C
All over the control center were reminders of past missions: the lines
Jinpei had etched to mark victories... The frayed surface around the missile
control, where countless protective panels had been shattered as fists
slammed onto the fire button... The good luck talisman from Ryu's hometown
that dangled over the pilot's seat... The dents on the sides of the headrests
from where Joe had constantly leaned on the seats.... / ¦b¥þ±±¨î¤¤¤ß¬O¹L¥hªº¥ô°È´£¿ôªº¤H:
½u Jinpei ¤w¸g»k¨è¼Ð¥Ü³Ó§Q¡C¡C¡C ¨º¦b¸¼u±±¨îªº©P³ò¿i·lªí±, ·í®±ÀY¦b¤õ¶s¦©¤§¤W²rµMÃö¤Wªº®ÉÔ¡A¼Æ¤£ºÉªº«OÅ@»ö¿öªO¤w¸g³Q¥´¸H¡C¡C¡C
¨Ó¦Û Ryu's ªº¹M¤Î¸¦æûªº®y¦ì¦Q°Êªº®a¶m¦n¹B®ðÅ@¨²Å¡C¡C¡C ¦b¾aÀY¤§ª«ªºÃä¤W¥W²ª±q³ì¤£Åܦa¤w¸gʾa®y¦ìþ¸Ì....
They'd spent three hard years in there; three years of monotonous patrols
interspersed with white-knuckle dogfights and near-misses. The Godphoenix
had been good to them, kept them safe as best she could, despite the fact
that they constantly pushed her past her limits--and sometimes into the
wall. / ¥L̦³«×¹L¤F¤TÃøªº¼Æ¦~¦b¨º¸Ì; ¤T¦~ªº³æ½Õ¨µÅÞ¥H¥Õ¦â- «ü¸`²V¾Ô©M near miss ´²§G¡C Godphoenix ¹ï¥L̤w¸g¬O¦nªº,
«O«ù¤F¥LÌ«OÀI½c¦p³Ì¦n¦o¥i¥H, ¤£¦b¥G¨Æ¹ê¥L̤£Åܦa±À°Ê¤F¦oªº¹L¥h¦oªº¨î-- ©M¦³®É¶i¤JÀð¾À¤§¤º¡C
Ken sat in his old command seat and turned on the viewscreen. Though the
forward view showed little more than the inside of the hangar, he could
imagine the white, puffy clouds and the blue sea below. / ªÖ®¦¦b¥LªºÂ«ü¥O¤è±§¤®y¦ì¦Ó¥B¥´¶}
viewscreen ¡C ÁöµM¦V«eªºµø³¥¥X¥Ü¤F¤p©ó¸¾÷®wªº¤º³¡¡A¦ý¬O¥L¥i¥H¦b¤U±·Q¹³¥Õ¦âªº, µÈ¤jªº¶³©MÂŦ⪺®ü¬v¡C
Ken folded his hands and bowed his head, and prayed, thanking the fighting
ship for her service. From now on, she would sit here in storage, save
for the possible honorary flight or two. Perhaps in a few years she'd
wind up in the Smithsonian or a special ISO exhibit. Unless the need ever
came.... / ªÖ®¦ºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤â¦Ó¥BÅs¸y¤F¥LªºÀY, ¦Ó¥B¬èë,ÁÂÁ¾԰«¨ì¦oªºªA°È¹B°e¡C ±q²{¦b¶}©l¡A¦o±N·|¦bÀxÂ䤧¤,¬°¥i¯àªººaÅA¸¦æ©Î¤G¸`¬Ù¡C
¦b´X¦~¤§¤º¤]³\¦o±N·|¦b Smithsonian ©Î¯S§Oªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´®iÄý«~¤¤µ²§ô¡C °£«D»Ýn´¿¸g¨Ó....
Will we ever fly you again? / §Ú̱N´¿¸g¦A¤@¦¸¸§A¶Ü?
He left the usual way, leaping from the top bubble to the floor of the
hangar. He was startled to find Ryu waiting there. "Saying goodbye?"
Ryu asked. His eyes were red and had deep circles under them. / ¥L¯d¤U¤F¥±`ªº¤èªk,±q³»¦yªºªwªj¨ì¸¾÷®wªº¦aªO¸õÅD¡C
¥L³Q¾_Ååµo²{¦b¨º¸Ìµ¥Ô ªº Ryu ¡C " ±Ôz¦A¨£"? Ryu °Ý¡C ¥Lªº²´·ú¬O¬õ¦âªº¨Ã¥B¦³¤F¦b¥L̤U±ªº²`¶ê°é¡C
"Yes. You?" / "¬Oªº¡C §A?"
"Already did, all of last night. It was rough. I'll miss her."
/ "¤w¸g°µ, ©Ò¦³ªº¬Q±ß¡C ¥¦¬O²ÊÁW¡C §Ú±N·Q©À¦o¡C"
"Aa." Ken switched out of Bird-style, and the two walked together
toward the exit. Ken glanced back at the Godphoenix, which loomed over
them like a shadow. She looked lonely. Putting a hand on Ryu's shoulder,
he turned away and the men left the hangar. / "Aa". ªÖ®¦ÂàÅÜÂ÷³¾-·®æ,
©M¨º¤G¹ï©ó¥X¤f¤@°_¨«¸ô¡C ªÖ®¦¦V«á¦a¦b Godphoenix ¿h°{, ¦b¥L̤§¤WÁô¬ù¥i¨£³ßÅw¤@Ó¼v¹³¡C ¦o¬Ý°_¨Ó©t³æ¡C §â¤@°¦¤â©ñ¦b Ryu's
ªºªÓ,¥LÂà¦VÂ÷¶}¡A¦Ó¥B¨k¤HÂ÷¶}¤F¸¾÷®w¡C
"So what do you plan to do from here?" he asked Ryu. / "
¦p¦¹§A±q¦b³o¸Ìp¹º°µ¤°»ò"? ¥L°Ý¤F Ryu ¡C
The large man scratched his head. "Cleanup, I guess. My marina was
trashed by a tidal wave a few weeks back--the whole bay was. It'll take
some months to clean up the mess." / ¤jªº¨k¤HÀ¿¤F¥LªºÀY¡C "²M°£,§Ú²q´ú¡C §Úªº´²¨B¹D³Q¤@Ó®ü¼S¼ÆÓ¬P´ÁI±§ËÃa¤F--¾ãÓªº®üÆW¬O¡C
¥¦±N±Ä¨ú¼ÆÓ¤ë²M±½¤@¹Î¶Ã¡C"
"Need some help?" / "»Ýn¤@¨ÇÀ°¦£"?
"You offering?" / " §A´£¨Ñ"?
Ken shrugged. "Yeah. I don't have anything planned myself."
Not with no money and now nothing to fly, he added silently. / ªÖ®¦ÁqªÓ¡C "¬Oªº¡C
§Ú¨S¦³p¹º¤¤ªºªF¦è§Ú¦Û¤v¡C" ¤£¥H¨S¦³¿ú©M²{¦b¨S¨Æ¸,¥LÀqÀq¦a¼W¥[¡C
"What about Jun and the Snack J?" / "¤»¤ë©M¤p¦Y J «ç»ò¼Ë"?
"They're hiring a contractor to rebuild the place--somebody owed
Jun a favor. I'll just be in the way." Ryu wiggled his eyebrows doubtfully.
"No, really. Besides, have you heard the latest plans for the bar?
I'd be stuck playing referee all the time." / "¥LÌ¥¿¦b¹µ½Ð¤@Ó©Ó¥]°Ó¦A«Ø¦a¤è--¬Y¤HÁ«¤í¤F¤»¤ë¦n·N¡C
§Ú±N¶È¶È¬O¥H¨º¤è¦¡¡C"Ryu ¥iºÃ¦aÅCÃܤF¥Lªº¬Ü¤ò¡C "¤£,¯uªº¡C ¦¹¥~¡A§A¤£¶ÜÅ¥¨ìÃö©ó°s§aªº³Ì·sp¹º? §Ú±N·|³Q´ÛÄF©l²×ª±¥òµô¤H¡C"
Ryu grinned. He'd heard Jinpei's 'we'll do karaoke over my dead body'
speech more than once, and at top volume. "Well then, yeah."
/ Ryu ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C ¥L¦³Å¥¨ì¤F Jinpei's'§Ú̱Nµ´¤£¥i¥H°µ¥d©Ô OK' ºtÁ¿¶W¹L¤@¦¸, ©M¦b³»¦yªºÅé¿n¡C "µM«á´é¥X,¬Oªº".
The Team gathered in the Doctor's office to return their bracelets and
to hear the terms of their retirement. Each member would receive a monthly
check of more than they had made when they were active ("The paperwork
for raises finally got through," said Nambu drily) and full medical,
care of the ISO. There was still a test pilot spot open for Ken if he
wanted it, as soon as the ISO finished rebuilding and went back into full
operation. Ken was looking forward to that. Now if he could only hang
in there until he could afford to replace his plane.... / ¤p²Õ¦bÂå¥Íªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤»E¶°ÂkÁÙ¥L̪º¤âÅN¨Ã¥BÅ¥¨ì¥L̪º°h¥ð³N»y¡C
¨CÓ¦¨û±N·|±µ¨ü¨C¤ëªºÀˬd¶W¹L·í¥L̬O¿n·¥ªº ("Á|°_ªº¤å®Ñ¤u§@³Ì«á³q¹L ",°®¦a»¡¤F Nambu) ©M§¹¾ãªºÂå¥Í¡A°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªº·Ó®Æ®ÉÔ¡A¥L̤w¸g°µ¡C
¦pªG¥L·Qn¥¦,¹³³Q¦A«Ø§¹¨Ã¥B¶i¤J§¹¥þªº¤â³N¤§¤º¦^¥hªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¤@¼Ëªº«Ü§Ö¡A¬°ªÖ®¦¤´µM¦³´ú¸Õ¸¦æû¦aÂI¤½¶}¡C ªÖ®¦¥¿¦b´Á±æ¨º¡C ²{¦b¦pªG¥L¥u¥i¥HÄa±¾¦b¨º¸Ìª½¨ì¥L¥i¥Ht¾á´À´«¥Lªº¸¾÷....
Four white bands with very worn straps lay on Nambu's desk. For a long
moment the four members of the Kagaku Ninjatai stared down at them, unbelieving.
It was really over. / ©M«D±`¿i·lªºÃ·¥|±ø¥Õ¦âªº¼Ö¹Î¦b Nambu's ªº®Ñ®à¤W©ñ¸m¡C Kagaku Ninjatai
ªº¥|Ó¦¨û¦b¥L̪`µø¤U¨Óªøªº¤ù¨è,¨S«H¤ßªº¡C ¥¦¯uªºµ²§ô¡C
"Gokuroo," said Nambu. A standard Japanese phrase used when
a person's duty had been fulfilled, he'd said it at the end of each successful
mission, but this time it sounded like the toll of a funeral bell. / "Gokuroo",Nambu
»¡¡C ·í¤Hªº³d¥ô¤w¸g³Q¹ê²{ªº®ÉÔ¡A¤@ӼзǪº¤é¥»¤ù»y¨Ï¥Î, ¥L¦³»¡¥¦¦b¨CÓ¦¨¥\ªº¥ô°Èµ²§ôªº®ÉÔ¡A¦ý¬O³o¦¸¥¦Å¥°_¨Ó¹³¸®Â§¹aªº³q¦æ¶O¤@¼Ë¡C
The four stared at each other, looking lost, then Jun burst into tears.
Ken held her until they subsided. "I'm sorry," she sniffed.
"I can't help but think our little family is breaking up." /
¨º¥|¨nµÛ©¼¦¹¬Ý,¬Ý°_¨Ó¥¢¥h,µM«á¤»¤ë¬ðµM¤jú¡C ª½¨ì¥LÌ¥®§¡AªÖ®¦®»¦í¤F¦o¡C "¹ï¤£°_",¦o¶å¡C "§ÚµLªk¤£»{¬°¡A§Ú̪º¤p®a®x¥Ë¸Ñ
" ¡C
"Not at all," Ken said, giving her shoulders a squeeze. "We
all live close enough to each other. And there's always the phone. You'll
see." / "¨M¤£" ¡AªÖ®¦»¡,µ¹¦oªºªÓÀ½À£¡C "§ÚÌ¥þ³¡¹ï©¼¦¹©~¦í±µªñªº¥R¨¬¡C ¦Ó¥BÁ`¬O¦³¹q¸Ü¡C
§A±N¬Ý¨£¡C"
Then they piled together in a five-way hug that included the startled
professor. When they finally broke the clinch, they closed the meeting
and their jobs, Japanese style, with a shout and a single clap of their
hands. / µM«á¥L̦b¤@Ó¤¤èªkªº¥]¬A¤F³Q¾_Å媺±Ð±Â¾Ö©ê¤¤¤@°_°ï°_¡C ·í¥L̳̫áÂ_±¼¤F°v¨cªº®ÉÔ,¥LÌÃö³¬¤F·|ij©M¥L̪º¤u§@¡A¤é¥»·®æ,ÂǥѥL̪º¤â¤@Án©I³Û©M³æ¤@©ç¤â¡C
Dr. Nambu watched his wards turn to leave. They moved hesitantly and looked
subdued, almost terrified at the idea of lives as civilians. His little
ninja squad who charged eagerly into battle--who had trained for it since
they were old enough to wield weapons--now hung onto their weapons for
security. But then, he thought with a pang of guilt, that was all he'd
been able to give them. / Nambu ³Õ¤h¬Ý¤F¥Lªº¦u½Ã±ÛÂàÂ÷¶}¡C ¥LÌ¿ðºÃ¦a²¾°Ê¦Ó¥B¬Ý°_¨Ó§í¨î, ´X¥G¦b¥Í©Rªº·QªkÅåÀ~¦p¥¥Á¡C
¥Lªº¤p¾Õªø¤é¥»ªZ¤hÁô¨³Nªº¤p¶¤½Ö¶i¤J¾Ôª§¤§¤º¼ö¤ß¦a«ü±±-- ½Ö¤w¸g¬°¥¦°V½m¦Û±q¥LÌ°÷¦Ñ¨Ó¨Ï¥ÎªZ¾¹¤§«á--²{¦b¬°¦w¥þÄ~Äò«O¯d¥L̪ºªZ¾¹¡C ¦ý¬OµM«á¡A¥L¥H¸o¦æªº¤@°}¼@µh·Q,
¨º¬O¥þ³¡¥L¦³¯à°÷µ¹¥LÌ¡C
The time they had spent traveling together had been remarkable to Nambu.
For the past four years, he'd seen little more of the Team than five tense
faces in the briefing room. During the trip he'd seen the little quirks;
the marks of maturity and the way their personalities interacted. They
mourned the loss of their families, but the relationship they had put
together was stronger than most family bonds. / ·í¥L̤w¸gªá¶O¤@°_®È¦æªº®ÉÔ¤w¸g¬O¥O¤Hª`¥Øªº¨ì
Nambu¡C ¹L¥h¥|¦~¡A¥L¤w¸g¦b²³ø©Ð¶¡¤¤¶W¹L¤Óºò±iªºÁy¬Ý¨ì¤pªº¤p²Õ§ó¦h¡C ¦b®È¦æªº®ÉÔ¥L¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¤p©_¨Æ; ¦¨¼ôªº¼Ð»x©M¤èªk¥L̪ºÓ©Ê¤¬¬Û¼vÅT¡C
¥LÌ«s±¥¤F¥L̪º®a®x·l¥¢, ¦ý¬OÃö«Y¥L̤w¸g¶°¦X¬O¤ñ¤j¦h¼Æ±j§§ªº®a®x§ô¿£¡C
It was too bad there were only four of them now. Nambu wondered how Joe
would have reacted to the victory. What would he have been like, with
the weight of his vendetta off his shoulders? / ¥¦¤ÓÃa²{¦b¥u¦³¥L̤¤ªº¥|Ó¡C Nambu ÃhºÃ¤F³ì¦p¦ó·|¹ï³Ó§Q²£¥Í¤ÏÀ³¡C
¤°»ò¥L±N·|¤w¸g¬O¬Û¦üªº¶Ü, ÂǥѥLªº¤³±þ«¶q¦b¥LªºªÓ¥~?
Nambu snapped out of his reverie just as the Team reached the door. He
called out to them. "Wait. There is one more thing." He gestured.
"Come with me." / ¥¿¦p¤p²Õ¨ì¹F¤Fªù¡A Nambu «rÂ_Â÷¥LªºªÅ·Q¡C ¥L¹ï¥L̤j¥s¡C "µ¥Ô¡C
¦³¥t¥~¤@Өƪ«¡C"¥L§@¤â¶Õ¡C "©M§Ú¨Ó" ¡C
With quick glances at one another, they followed. / Âǥѧ֪º¤@¿h¦b©¼¦¹¡A¥L̸òÀH¡C
The Doctor led his wards down the hall to the block where spare weapons
and equipment were usually stored. The room they entered was the size
of a medium-sized aircraft hangar, and was almost empty. Four vehicles
were parked in the center. / Âå¥Í§â¥Lªº¦u½Ã¤Þ¾É¤U¨Ó¹ï³Ñ¾lªZ¾¹©M»ö¾¹³q±`³QÀx¦sªº°Ï¬qªùÆU¡C ©Ð¶¡¥L̶i¤J¬O¤¤«¬ªº¸¾÷¸¾÷®wªº¤j¤p,
¦Ó¥B´X¥GªÅ¡C ¥|½ø¨®½ø³Q°±©ñ¦b¤¤¤ß¤¤¡C
"These are gifts from the staff of the complex. I finagled the funds
and the staff made the selections. I hope they suit you." The Doctor
smiled. The funds had been "finagled" out of his own pocket,
and would put him in debt for years to come, but they didn't need to know
that. "You didn't think we'd leave you stranded, did you?" /
"³o¨Ç¬O¨Ó¦Û¦X¦¨ª«ªºÂ¾û§ª«¡C §Ú´ÛÄF¤F°òª÷¡A¦Ó¥B¾û§@¥X¤F¿ï¾Ü¡C §Ú§Æ±æ¥L̾A¦X§A¡C"Âå¥Í·L¯º¡C °òª÷¤w¸g³Q´ÛÄFÂ÷¥L¦Û¤vªº¤f³U,
¦Ó¥B±N·|§â¥L¸m©ó¶Å°Èªø¹F¼Æ¦~¤§¤[¨Ó, ¦ý¬O¥L̨S¦³»Ýnª¾¹D¨º¡C "§A¨S¦³»{¬°§Ú̱N·|¯d¤U§A³QÀÁ²L,¬O¶Ü"?
There were two planes, a car and a motorcycle. The bright yellow Cessna
185 went to Ryu. The car, a white sports convertible, was Jun's. The motorcycle
was Jinpei's. And then there was the plane meant for Ken: a single-passenger
aerobatic plane, candy-apple red. / ¦³¤GÓ¸¾÷¡A¤@½ø¨T¨®©M¤@½ø¼¯¦«¨®¡C ©ú«Gªº¶À¦â Cessna 185
¥h Ryu ¡C ¨T¨®¡A¥Õ¦âªº¹B°Ê¥iÅÜ´«¤§ª«,¬O¤»¤ëªº¡C ¼¯¦«¨®¬O Jinpei's ªº¡C µM«á¦³³Q¬°ªÖ®¦·N¿×ªº¸¾÷: ¤@Ó³æ¤@¼«È aerobatic
¸¾÷,¿}-Ä«ªG¬õ¦â¡C
With a loud whoop, Ken led the way into the hangar, circled his new acquisition
once, then climbed up, pulled back the canopy and hopped into the pilot's
seat. The craft had that coveted new plane smell, and a closer look showed
some extra equipment had been installed. He flipped switches and inspected
the controls carefully, unable to suppress a very wide grin. He couldn't
wait to try it out. / ÂǥѤ@Án¤jÁnªº¤j¥s¡AªÖ®¦¤Þ¾É¤è¦¡¶i¸¾÷®w¥]³ò¥Lªº·s¨ú±o³Q¥]³ò¥Lªº·s¨ú±o´¿¸gµM«áª¦¤W,¶i¤J¸¦æûªº®y¦ì¤§¤º¦V«á¦a©Ô¤ÑÁO¦Ó¥B³æ¸}¸õ¡C
¸¾÷¦³¨º¦k·Q¤F·sªº¥¨ý¹D,¦Ó¥B¸û¾aªñªº¯«±¡Åã¥Ü¤F¤@¨ÇÃB¥~ªº»ö¾¹¤w¸g³Q¦w¸Ë¡C ¥L¤p¤ß¦a¥Î«üÀY¼u¤F¶}Ãö¦Ó¥BÀˬd¤F±±¨î, ¤£¯àÂíÀ£«D±`¼eªºÅS¾¦¯º¡C
¥Lµ¥¤£¤În¸Õ¥X¥¦¡C
The others were laughing and exclaiming over their new toys. "Oh
this thing is gorgeous," Jun breathed. "How did you manage?"
/ ¨ä¾lªÌ¥¿¦b¥L̪º·sª±¨ã¤§¤W¯º©M¤j¥s¡C " ®@³o¤@¥ó¨Æª«¬OµØÄRªº",¤»¤ë©I§l¡C "§A¦p¦ó³B²z"?
"A bike!" Jinpei crowed. "This is great! I can get away
with this better than a car!" Racing back to the Doctor, the boy
hugged him again, then ran back to the motorcycle. / "¤@½ø¸}½ñ¨®"!
Jinpei ³Ú¥s¡C "³o¬O¤j®v! §Ú¯à¥H¤ñ¤@½ø¨T¨®¦nªº³o¤H°kÂ÷!"¦V«á¦a¹ïÂå¥ÍÁɶ],¨k«Ä¦A¤@¦¸¾Ö©ê¤F¥L,µM«á¦V«á¦a¶]¨ì¼¯¦«¨®¡C
"She's not the Godphoenix," Ryu was saying as he ran a gentle
hand over the body of his new Skywagon. "But I think I can handle
this. Na, Ken?" / "¦o¤£¬O Godphoenix",·í¥LÁÓ¹L¤@°¦·Å©Mªº¤â¥L·s Skywagon
ªº¨Åé®ÉÔ¡A Ryu ¥¿¦b»¡¡C "¦ý¬O§Ú»{¬°§Ú¯à³B²z³o¡C Na?ªÖ®¦"
There was no answer. Puzzled, they looked around and found no sign of
him. "Oi, KEN!" Ryu bellowed. / ¨S¦³µª®×¡C §x´b,¥LÌ¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¦Ó¥B¨Sµo²{¥Lªº¸ñ¶H¡C "Oi,ªÖ®¦"!
Ryu «ã§q¡C
"Huh?" A head popped up from within the cockpit of the red plane
and a preoccupied Ken blinked down at him. "What?" Ryu roared
with laughter and the others joined in. / "ó!"? ¤@ÓÀY¦b¥L±q¬õ¦âªº¸¾÷©M¤@³Q¥ý¥eªºªÖ®¦¾r¾pû®y¿µ¤§¤º¥X²{¯w²´¤U¨Ó¡C
"¤°»ò"? Ryu ¥H¯º©M¨ä¾lªÌ§q¥[¤J¡C
From his spot beside the door, Dr. Nambu watched them with a smile on
his face. This kind of sendoff was much better. / ±q¦bªù®ÇÃ䪺¥L¦aÂI¡A Nambu ³Õ¤h¥Î¦b¥LªºÁy¤W¤@Ó·L¯º¬Ý¥LÌ¡C
³oºØ sendoff §ó¦n¡C
A few hours later, Ken followed Ryu to the small airstrip twenty five
miles from his marina. It was nearly dark when they arrived, but Ken could
see the bay was indeed a mess, and there wasn't much left of Ryu's business.
Only half of his little boathouse was standing, and all his belongings
were gone. / ¤@¨Ç¤p®É¤§«á¡AªÖ®¦¦b¶ZÂ÷¥Lªº´²¨B¹D¤G¤Q¤ù³B¸òÀH¹ï¤pªº¸¾÷¶]¹Dªº Ryu ¡C ·í¥L̨ì¹Fªº®ÉÔ¡A¥¦´X¥G¶Â·t¡A¦ý¬OªÖ®¦¥i¥Hªº½T¬Ý¨£®üÆW¬O¤@¹Î¶Ã,¦Ó¥B
Ryu's ªº¥Í·N³Ñ¤U¤£¦h¡C ¥u¦³¤@¥bªº¥L¤p²î®w¯¸µÛ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L©Ò¦³ªº©Ò¦³ª«¤£¨£¤F¡C
"Who could that be?" Ken asked, pointing to a large travel trailer
parked in the middle of the wreckage. There were lights burning inside.
/ " ½Ö¥i¥H¬O"? ªÖ®¦°Ý,«ü¦V¤@Ó¤jªº®È¦æ°lÂܪ̦b´Ý¾lªº¤¤¥¡¤¤°±¨®¡C ¦³¸Ì±ªº¿U¿N ªº¥ú¡C
"Dunno what's going on, but I'll find out." Ryu growled. He
shoved the door open and climbed out of the taxi, leaving Ken to pay the
fare. He walked up to the door and pounded it with his fist, making the
entire trailer shake. As Ken caught up, he heard footsteps creaking inside,
then the door was flung open wide. / "¤£ª¾¹D¥¿¦bÄ~ÄòªºªF¦è¡A¦ý¬O§Ú±Nµo²{" ¡C Ryu
«ã§p¡C ¥L±ÀÀ½¤Fªù¤½¶}¨Ã¥B«æ¦£¦a²æ¤Upµ{¨®, ¯d¤UªÖ®¦¤ä¥I¶O¥Î¡C ¥L¨«¤W¨ìªù¦Ó¥B¥Î¥Lªº®±ÀY±j¯P¥´À»¥¦,§@¾ãÓªº°lÂܪ̷n°Ê¡C ·íªÖ®¦°l»°ªº®ÉÔ,¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F§@ÁÓªîÁn¤º³¡
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"Ryu! Where on Earth have you been?" / "Ryu! ¦bþ¸Ì¦b¦a²y¤W§A¬O?"
"Toochan!" / "Toochan"!
Father and son collided, pounding each other on the back in a bearhug
that looked painful to Ken. "I got your letter, and I figured I'd
come and help." / ¤÷¿Ë©M¨à¤l¸I¼²,¹ïªÖ®¦¬Ý°_¨ÓµhWªº bearhug ªº¦bI±¤WªººV©¼¦¹¡C "§Ú¦¬¨ì¤F§Aªº«H¡A¦Ó¥B§Úºtºâ§Ú¤w¸g¨Ó¦Ó¥BÀ°§U"
¡C
"But what about your business?" Ryu asked. / "¦ý¬O§Aªº¥Í·N«ç»ò¼Ë"?
Ryu °Ý¡C
"The boys can handle it. One good thing about those earthquakes was
they dredged up a lot of fish. We'll be way in the black this season."
Then he noticed Ken. "Your friend--Ken, is it? He'll be staying with
you?" / "¨k«Ä¯à³B²z¥¦¡C Ãö©ó¨º¨Ç¦a¾_ªº¦n¨Æª«¬O¥L̦b³\¦h³½¤W±¥Î«õªd¾÷²¨¯C¡C §Ú̱N³o©u¸`¬O¶Â¦âªº¤èªk¡C"µM«á¥Lª`·N¤FªÖ®¦¡C
"§AªºªB¤Í--ªÖ®¦,¬O¶Ü ? ¥L±N¦b§A®a³r¯d?"
"Hi, Mr. Nakanishi," Ken said sheepishly, feeling very in the
way. / "¶Ù¡A Nakanishi ¥ý¥Í",ªÖ®¦²Û©Ä¦a»¡,«D±`¥H¨º¤è¦¡·Pı¡C
Ryu's father reached over and slapped a friendly hand on his back. "Hey,
there's plenty of room." He indicated the trailer. "Not much
of these left to rent, so I couldn't be choosy. But boy, is it nice. You'd
almost expect a swimming pool! C'mon. Let's get you settled in."
He ushered the young men inside. / Ryu's ªº¤÷¿Ë¦ù¹L¤â¥h¦Ó¥B©çÀ»¤F¦b¥LªºI³¡¤Wªº¤@°¦¤Í¦nªº¤â¡C "¶Ù,¦³³\¦h©Ð¶¡".
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C'mon¡C Åý§ÚÌÅý§A³Q¦w¹y¦b¡C"¥L¤Þ¾É¤F¸Ì±ªº¦~»´¨k¤H¡C
The next two months were spent out in the sun and wind, reconstructing
the piers, hammering the boathouse together and hauling garbage off the
beaches. Those residents whose homes had survived the onslaught pitched
in and helped. Ken was surprised at Ryu's skill with woodworking--yet
another of his teammates' talents that he had known nothing about. The
days were pleasant, the winter weather surprisingly mild, and it only
snowed twice. The nights left them too tired to do much other than eat
and sleep, though Ken did find the time to occasionally lock himself into
one of the tiny rooms with the phone. / ¥¼¨Óªº¤GÓ¤ë¦b¤Ó¶§¤U³Qªá¶O¥X©M·,««Ø½XÀY¡A¤@°_Âñ¥´²î®w©M¦b®üÅy¥~©ì©U§£¡C
¨º¨Ç¤w¸g¥¦w´ç¹L³Q¶}©l§V¤O¤u§@¦Ó¥BÀ°§Uªº¬ðÀ»©~¥Á¡C ªÖ®¦¥H¤ì¤uÃÀ¦b Ryu's ªº§Þ³N·P¨ìÅå³Y-- ¤´µM¥t¥~¤@¥Lªº¶¤¤Í¤~¯à¥L¦³ª¾¹DÃö©óªº¨S¨Æ¡C
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Just as the January winds turned harsh, the marina was finished--smelling
of new wood and fresh paint--and the customers were already coming in
to store their boats for the season. Ken said his farewells, paid the
storage fee on his plane, and headed for home. / ¥¿¦p¤@¤ë·ÅܲÊÁWªº,´²¨B¹D³Q§¹¦¨--·sªº¤ì§÷©M·sÂAªºªoº£»D--¦Ó¥B®ø¶OªÌ¤w¸g¥¿¦b¶i¨Ó¬°©u¸`Àx¦s¥L̪º²î¡C
ªÖ®¦»¡¤F¥LªºÃã§O¡M¤ä¥I¤F¦b¥Lªº¸¾÷¤WªºÀxÂöO¥Î¡M¦Ó¥B¥h®a¡C
Weight work, isotonics, katas, aerobics and endurance work running up
and down the mountains of the island that housed Dr. Rafael's complex--it
all became Joe's routine, twice a day. Exercise had long been part of
the Team's existence, as keeping fit was essential to their survival.
The daily routine was comforting as well, since it was one of the few
constants in their lives. No doubt Ken and the others were still working
out, trying to get accustomed to peace and not willing to give up the
level of fitness so hard won. / «¶q¤u§@,µ¥º¯ªº,katas, ¦n®ñ©Êªº¦Ó¥B§Ô@¤W¤U¦a¤u§@¶]¦¬®e¤F Rafael's
³Õ¤h¦X¦¨ª«ªº®q¤s--¤@¤Ñ¨â¦¸¥¦¥þ³¡Åܦ¨³ìªº¨Ò¦æ¤½¨Æ¡C ¬O¤p²Õªº¦s¦b³¡¥÷ªº¤[³Q¦³ªº½m²ß,·í°µ«O¦s¾A©y¹ï¥L̪º¥Í¦s¬O«Ü«nªº¡C ¨C¤éªº¨Ò¦æ¤½¨Æ¥¿¦b¤]¦w¼¢,¦]¬°¥¦¬O¥L̪º¥Í©R«Ü¤Öªº±`¼Æ¤§¤@¡C
µLºÃ¦aªÖ®¦©M¨ä¾lªÌ¤´µM¥¿¦b¸Õºâ , ¹Á¸Õ¹ï©M¥ÅܲߺD¤F©M¤£¬O¼Ö·N³o»ò©ñ±ó°·¨ªºµ{«×ÃøªºÁú¹ô¡C
Joe found himself struggling for it again, with a difficulty he had never
experienced before--not even when he was first training for Dr. Nambu.
The therapy he underwent was more than pain, more than struggling to find
and extend his limits: it was patience. Trying not to lose his temper
while dealing with a condition as unique and frustrating as adjusting
to a new and unfamiliar body. / ³ìµo²{¥L¦Û¤v¦A¤@¦¸¬°¥¦¾Ä°«,ÂǥѥL¥H«e±q¤£¦³¸g¾úªº¤@ºØ§xÃø--¤£§Y¨Ï·í¥L¥¿¦bº¥ý¬°
Nambu ³Õ¤h±Ð¨|¡C ¥L¾ú¸gªºªvÀø¤£¥u¬OµhW,¶W¹L¾Ä°«µo²{¨Ã¥B©µ¦ù¥Lªº¨î: ¥¦¬O@©Ê¡C ·í½Õ¾ã¨ì¤@Ó·sªº©M¤£¼ô±xªº¨Åé®ÉÔ¡A·í³B²z¤@ºØ±¡ªp¦p¿W¯Sªº¦Ó¥B®À±Ñªº®ÉÔ¡A¹Á¸Õ¤£nµoµÊ®ð¡C
There were new functions he had to learn to control, such as changing
the density of his armor, regulating respiratory and circulatory functions
and activating special blood filters that in the future could make him
almost immune to blood toxins or poison gas. It was awkward at first,
as if he'd been given two extra arms to coordinate and control, but after
a few weeks of intense practice, the functions became second nature. /
¦³¥L¥²¶·¾Ç²ß±±¨îªº·s¥\¯à,¹³¬O§ïÅÜ¥Lªº²¯¥Ò±K«×¡AºÞ²z©I§l¾¹©xªº©M´`Àôªº¥\¯à¦Ó¥B±Ò°Ê¯S§Oªº¦å¥¼¨Ó¥i¥H¨Ï¥L´X¥G§K¬Ì¨ì¦å¬r¯À©Î¬rÃĥ˴µªº¹LÂo¾¹¡C
¥¦°_¥ý¬O²Â©åªº,¦n¹³¥L¤w¸g³Qµ¹¤GÃB¥~¤§ª«¤âÁu¨ó½Õ¦Ó¥B±±¨î¡A¦ý¬O¦b¼ÆÓ¬P´Áªº±j¯P½m²ß¤§«á¡A¥\¯àÅܦ¨²Ä¤Gªº¦ÛµM¡C
He had more difficulty controlling the boosters. Before he had worked
to be stronger, faster, more accurate. But now the astonishing speed and
strength the implants gave him confused his senses and destroyed his accuracy.
In the beginning Joe blundered through everyday tasks that a child could
do. Things shattered, crumpled or shredded in his hands. A feat as simple
as catching a rubber ball was maddening, as he watched his fingers close
over empty air, seconds before the ball reached his hand. Sometimes the
frustration was too much for him to keep contained, but Dr. Rafael oversaw
the repairs of the complex without complaint. Joe suspected that the doctor
was proud of the destructive power of his creation. / ¥L¦³¤F±±¨î«á±Àªº¤H §ó¦hªº§xÃø¡C
¦b¥L¤w¸g¤u§@¬O¤ñ¸û±j§§ªº¡M¤ñ¸û§Ö³tªº¡M©M§ó¥¿½Tªº¤§«e¡C ¦ý¬O²{¦b¥iÅ岧ªº³t«×©M¤O¶q´Ó¤J¾¹µ¹¤©¥L²V¶Ã¥Lªº·Pı¦Ó¥B¯}Ãa¤F¥Lªº·Ç½T©Ê¡C ³Ìªì³ì¥¢µ¦¹L¨C¤Ñªº¤u§@¤@ӫĤl¥i¥H°µ¡C
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¦³®É®À§é¬O¤Ó«Ü¦hªº¥L¦ÓµLªk«O¦s¥]§t¡A¦ý¬O Rafael ³Õ¤hºÊ·þ¤F¨S¦³©ê«èªº¦X¦¨ª«ªº×²z¡C ³ì²q·Q¤FÂå¥Í¥H¥Lªº³Ð³y·´·À©Êªº¤O¶q¬°¶Æ¡C
Now he worked on the bench press, trying for fifteen reps at his old working
weight. With the cybernetics Joe could lift the entire machine one-handed,
but he was trying to push himself to the limit of his natural endurance.
He wanted to see how far he could go before the cybernetics sensed the
strain and kicked in. He also wanted to get the feel of how the boost
kicked in, so he could avoid it if necessary. Above all, he wanted complete
familiarity and control. It was the only way to alleviate his fear; the
fear he had felt ever since his vision had first started to blur and his
hands cease to respond in those months before his death. / ²{¦b¥L³B²zªø´È¤l¥Zª«,¦b¥LªºÂ¤u§@«¶q¬°¤Q¤
reps ¹Á¸Õ¡C »P´«±±¾Ç³ì¦b¤@°_¥i¥H½Õ°ª¨º¾ãÓªº¾÷¾¹¤@¶Ç»¼ªº,¦ý¬O¥L¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¹G¢¥L¦Û¤v¨ì¥Lªº¦ÛµM§Ô@ªº¨î¡C ¦b´«±±¾Ç·Pı¤Fºò±i¦Ó¥B½ð¤§«e
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He was straining hard on the last rep, gritting his teeth, when he felt
the now-familiar snap, then all effort vanished. Joe let the weight down,
then sat up, ending the session. The muscles in his chest ached, the familiar
burn a good sign. His hair and clothes were soaked with sweat--the new
armor was porous and acted just like skin. The only differences were that
he'd learned to control its density, and that his sense of touch was still
a little dull--as if he was wearing an indestructible shell that he couldn't
take off. The feeling was more of confinement than comfort, but he was
slowly getting used to it. / ¥L¥¿¦b³Ì«á rep ¤W§V¤O¦a³Ò²Ö,ÂÐ¥H¬âÄt¥Lªº¤ú¾¦, ·í¥L·Pıªº®ÉÔ¨º²{¦b-¼ô±xªº¤jÁn¥w½|,µM«á©Ò¦³ªº§V¤O®ø¥¢¡C
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Joe went back to his rooms, showered, changed into jeans and T shirt and
lay back on the bed to watch the news. Other than the exercise, he had
no other schedule. Rafael noticed he was getting restless--"A sure
sign of recovery." / ³ì¦^¥h¥Lªº©Ð¶¡, ²O¯D, ´«¦¨¤û¥J¿Ç©M T Ũm¦Ó¥B¦b§É¤W¦V«á¦a©ñ¸m¬Ý·s»D¡C °£¤F½m²ß¤§¥~¡A¥L¨S¦³¨ä¥Lªº®É¶¡ªí¡C
Rafael ª`·N¤F¥L¥¿¦b¤£¦wÀR--"«ì´_ªº¤@Ó½T«H²Å¸¹".
Rafael gave Joe free run of the area; even though the doctor didn't like
it, he felt it essential in gaining the young man's trust. Rafael's laboratory
complex consisted of a warren of underground tunnels and rooms that had
evidently been there for hundreds of years. The rooms were either modified
with insulation and metal paneling, or left with their original walls
of brick and stone. The island itself was only three square miles, and
appeared to be somewhere on the Mediterranean. It was uncharted, as both
the ISO and the Syndicate had taken advantage of the chaos created by
the last world war to make certain records disappear. The only sign of
habitation were the crumbling stone buildings of small fishing village,
deserted after a tidal wave had devastated the area. / Rafael µ¹¤©¤F³ì°Ï°ìªº¦Û¥Ñ©b¶];
§Y¨ÏÂå¥Í¨S¦³³ßÅw¥¦,¥L¦b±o¨ì¦~»´ªº¨k¤H«H¿à¤è±·Pı¥¦¥²nªº¡C ½ÆÂøªº Rafael's ªº¹êÅç«Ç¦³¦a¤UªºÀG¹D©M©úÅã¦a¤w¸g¦b¨º¸Ì¼Æ¦Ê¦~ªº©Ð¶¡¤@Ó¾i¨ß³õ¡C
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Rafael didn't work alone. He had a number of assistants who did related
research and maintained the complex. Some were cyborgs, though most were
not. They reminded Joe of worker ants; silent, colorless and professional
in their duties. Joe rarely spoke to them--they were so different from
the young, vital crowd that he was accustomed to being part of, and they
kept a respectful distance, as if he were some sort of sensitive and dangerous
weapon. Though he considered himself a loner, Joe didn't care for this
kind of forced loneliness. His only alternative was talking to Dr. Rafael,
so he occasionally spent his time in the lab, asking questions or simply
watching the goings-on. The old man was in many ways like the scientists
at the ISO, but his dignified and slightly eccentric demeanor also accompanied
a wicked sense of humor. Joe suspected that he had been a hell-raiser
in his youth, not unlike himself, and that age and experience hadn't quite
worn away a fondness for mayhem. / Rafael ¨S¦³¿W¦Û¦a¤u§@¡C ¥L¦³¤F³\¦hªº°µ¤F¬ÛÃöªº¬ã¨s¡A¦Ó¥BºûÅ@¦X¦¨ª«ªº§U²z¡C
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¥Lªº°ß¤@´À¥N¿ï¾Ü¥¿¦b©M Rafael ³Õ¤h»¡¸Ü¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥L¦³®ÉÔ¦b¹êÅç«Ç¤¤«×¹L¥Lªº®É¶¡,°Ý°ÝÃD©Î¥u¬O¬Ý goings-¦b¤§¤W¡C ¦Ñ¤H¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¦b³\¦h¤è±¹³¬ì¾Ç®a,
¦ý¬O¥Lªº¦³«ÂÄYªº©M¤]³Q³¦ñÃaªº«ÕÀq·Pªº¨Ç·L¥j©ÇªººA«×¡C ³ì²q·Q¡A¥L¤w¸g¬O¦aº»-¥Lªº«C¦~®É´Áªº´£°ªªÌ,¤£¤£¹³¥L¦Û¤v¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¤@Ó¦~ÄÖ©M¸gÅç¨S¦³¬Û·íÀ¹Â÷¶}¹ï¶Ë®`¸oªº³ß·R¡C
He was prowling the north wing when he came across a dark storeroom filled
with strange shadows. He found the light switch, and a few low-wattage
bulbs came on, barely enough to illuminate the room. At first he thought
they were statues, but as he ventured further into the gloom, he saw animals
of every shape, size and species. He walked silently between shelves of
dragonflies and spiders and along display platforms of rats, dogs, cats,
birds, deer, monkeys, wolves, lions, seals and elephants. All looked real,
and all were frozen in various poses. Joe touched the flank of a crouching
tiger and felt hard metal beneath the fur. Then he grasped his forearm,
feeling the muscles slide beneath his armored skin--reassuring. / ·í¥L°¸µMµo²{¤@Ó¥Rº¡©_©Çªº¼v¹³¶Â·tªºÀxÂëǪº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¥¿¦b¼ç¦æ¥H³V¹¥_¤è¯Í»H¡C
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He walked around to the animal's head. The tiger's jaws were slack, exposing
a rough pink tongue and canines like daggers. Its golden eyes stared blankly
ahead. / ¥L¦bªþªñ¨«¸ô¨ì°Êª«ªºÀY¡C ¦Ñªêªº¤f¬OÃP¦¢ªº,¼ÉÅS¹³¤Pº¤@¼Ëªº¤@Ó²ÊÁWªº¯»¬õ¦Þ©M¤ü¾¦¡C ¥¦ªºª÷²´·ú¦V«e¦a¯íµM¦aª`µø¡C
Then they blinked. / µM«á¥L̯w²´¡C
Joe froze. All around him, he could sense the high-pitched whine of circuits
coming on line. / ³ìáµ²¡C ¦b¥Lªº©P³ò¥|³B¡A¥L¥i¥H·Pı¦b½u¤Wªº½u¸ô¦y¾Uªº©ê«è¨ÓÁ{¡C
Oh shit. / ®@ÁT¡C
The cat looked directly at Joe; the head snapped up, the jaws closed,
and the ears pricked forward in interest. Joe eased back into a ready
crouch, hands up, and waited for it to spring. / ¿ßª½±µ¦a¦b³ì¬Ý; ÀY·m¥ý§Ë¨ì¤â ,¤fÃö³¬¡A¦Ó¥B¦Õ¦·¦b¿³½ì¤¤¦V«e¦a¨ë¡C
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The tiger lifted its muzzle high and sniffed in his direction. Then apparently
satisfied, it turned its back on him, shook itself, and walked away. /
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All around him, the rest of the animals were becoming active, and the
room was filled with sounds and movement. A toucan flew over his head,
landed on a shelf not far away, and squawked. / ¦b¥Lªº©P³ò¥|³B¡A°Êª«ªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¥¿¦bÅܦ¨¿n·¥¡A¦Ó¥B©Ð¶¡¥Rº¡Ánµ©M¹B°Ê¡C
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The door opened and Dr. Rafael walked in. As usual, the hawk was riding
on his shoulder, and didn't seem the least bit perturbed by the open menagerie.
Joe wondered yet again if the bird was a cyborg as well. / ªù¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B Rafael
³Õ¤h¨«¤J¡C ¹³©¹±`¤@¼Ë¡AÆN¥¿¦b·f¼¥LªºªÓ, ¦Ó¥B¨S¦³¦ü¥G³Q¶}©ñªº°Êª«¶éÂZ¶Ãªº³Ì¤Ö¤@ÂIÂI¡C ¦pªG³¾¤]¬O cyborg ¡A³ì¦A¤@¦¸¤´µMÃhºÃ¡C
Rafael noticed his stance. "They won't attack you," he said.
"I have no desire to see them destroyed." / Rafael ª`·N¤F¥LªººA«×¡C
"¥ḺN¤£§ðÀ»§A",¥L»¡¡C "§Ú¨S¦³±ý±æ¨£¥L̯}Ãa" ¡C
Thanks for the confidence, Joe thought as he straightened up. Something
ran past his foot, and he turned to see a white rat scurry around the
corner. / ·í¥L§Ëª½ªº®ÉÔ¡AÁÂÁ«H¤ß³ì·Qªk¦b¤W±¡C ¬Y¨Æ¶]¹L¥h¥Lªº¸}¡A¦Ó¥B¥L·Ç³Æ¨£¤@°¦¥Õ¦âªº¦Ñ¹«¥^¦£¦a¶]§Y±N¨ÓÁ{¡C
"What do you think?" Rafael asked. / " §A·Q¤°»ò"? Rafael
°Ý¡C
"You'd think they were real." / " §A±N·|»{¬°¥L̬O¯u¥¿ªº" ¡C
"I can duplicate them right down to their scents. Not that I'd want
to do that in here." He grinned in satisfaction. "These are
some of my best pieces, though they are old. The smaller ones I've used
for years." / "§Ú¯à¥¿½T¦a¹ï¥L̪º®ð¨ý½Æ»s¥L̤U¨Ó¡C ¤£¨º§Ú±N·|·Qn°µ¨º¦b³o¸Ì¡C"¥L¦bº¡¨¬¤è±ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
" ³o¨Ç¬O¤@¨Ç§Úªº³Ì¦n¦a׸É,ÁöµM¥L̫ܦѡC ¸û¤pªº¤@¨Ç§Ú¤w¸g¨Ï¥Îªø¹F¼Æ¦~¤§¤[¡C"
"Yeah, I may have run into them once or twice," Joe muttered.
/ "¬Oªº, §Ú¥i¯à¤w¸g°¸¹J¥L̤@¦¸©Î¨â¦¸",³ì³ä³ä¦Û»y¡C
"Those weren't mine. Too clumsy," Rafael said, and when Joe
fixed him with a piercing stare, shrugged. "And that was the past.
Not like now. How are you progressing?" / "¨º¨Ç¤£¬O§Úªº¡C ¤Ó²Â©åªº,"Rafael
»¡, ¦Ó¥B·í³ì¥Î¤@Ө방ªºª`µøײz¥Lªº®ÉÔ,ÁqªÓ¡C "¦Ó¥B¨º¬O¹L¥h¡C ¤£¬Û¦üªº²{¦b¡C §A¦p¦ó«P¶i?"
"Steadily." Joe looked away. / "éw¦a". ³ì¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C
"Really? Catch." / "¯uªº¶Ü? ®·®»¡C"
Joe's hand snapped up instantly and the object slapped gently into his
palm. He regarded Rafael with a grin as he closed his hand and brought
it down, then slowly opened the fingers for the doctor to see. / ³ìªº¤â¥ß§Y¦a·m¥ý§Ë¨ì¤â¡A¦Ó¥Bª«Åé³vº¥¦a¶i¤J¥Lªº¤â´x¤§¤º©çÀ»¡C
·í¥LÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº¤â¦Ó¥B§â¥¦±a¤U¨Óªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¥ÎÅS¾¦¯ºµø¬° Rafael,ºCºC¦aµM«á¬°Âå¥Í¥´¶}¤â«ü¬Ý¨£¡C
The egg he held was undamaged. / ³J¥L®³µÛ³Q¤£·l®`¡C
Dr. Rafael's expression spread into a grin of delight. "I think it's
time to turn you loose on the world," he said. / Rafael's ³Õ¤hªí¹F¶i¤J°ª¿³ªºÅS¾¦¯º¤§¤º¶Ç§G¡C
" §Ú»{¬°¡A²{¦b¬O¸ÓÂà§Aªº®ÉÔ¼eÃPªº¦b¥@¬É¤W",¥L»¡¡C
To Be Continued / ¬OÄ~Äòªº
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