OUT OF THE SHADOWS / ±q¼v¹³
PART 10 / ²Ä 10 ³¡¥÷
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Ken boarded the New Godphoenix via the hatch leading from the craft's massive main landing gear. He moved slowly, his head and shoulder pounding in synch. When he entered the cockpit, the others turned to face him, and he tried to ignore the feeling of their eyes on him as he took his seat. / ªÖ®¦¸g¥Ñ¿µ¤f·f­¼¤F·sªº Godphoenix ¨Ó¦Û­¸¾÷ªºÃe¤j¥D­nªº°_¸¨¬[ªº»â¥ý¡C ¥L²¾°Ê±oºCºC, ¥LªºÀY©MªÓ synch ªººV¡C ·í¥L¶i¤J¤F¾r¾p­û®y¿µªº®É­Ô, ¨ä¾lªÌ·Ç³Æ­±¹ï¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¸ÕµÛ¤£²z¸B¦b¥L¤Wªº¥L­Ì²´·úªº·Pı·í¥L¦û¾Ú¤F¥Lªº®y¦ì¡C
"I sent Ryu to look over the airliner wreckage right after we talked with Dr. Rafael," Jun said. / " §Ú°e­n´N¦b§Ú­Ì¤§«á¹M¤Î«È¾÷´Ý¾l¬Ýªº Ryu ©M Rafael ³Õ¤h»¡¸Ü",¤»¤ë»¡¡C
"And?" / "¦Ó¥B"?
"Wasn't anything important there," Ryu said. "The wreck wasn't even the same plane that got reported missing. I don't think there had been anybody in it--there wasn't even any luggage or belongings or..." He looked at Jinpei. "Anything else." / " ­«­nªºªF¦è¤£¦b¨º¸Ì",Ryu »¡¡C "´ÝÀe¤£¬Æ¦Ü±o¨ì³ø§i¤£¨£ªº¬Û¦P­¸¾÷¡C §Ú¤£»{¬°¤w¸g¦³¥ô¦ó¤H¦b¥¦¸Ì­±-- ¨S¦³¥­©Zªº¥ô¦ó¦æ§õ©Î©Ò¦³ª«©Î¡C¡C¡C"¥L¬Ý Jinpei ¡C " §OªºªF¦è".
"A lure," Ken said softly, shaking his head. "Of course." / "¤@­Ó»ç",ªÖ®¦¬X©M¦a»¡,·nÀY¡C " ·íµM".
"Where to now?" Ryu asked. / " ¦b­þ¸Ì¨ì²{¦b"? Ryu °Ý¡C
Ken sighed. "Home. Let the ISO handle the cleanup." / ªÖ®¦¼Û®§¡C "®a¡C Åý°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´³B²z²M°£¡C"
Once the island had vanished from their viewscreens, the radio pinged and Dr. Nambu's image appeared on center screen. Ken spoke first. "We're sorry, Hakase. We were unable to find the passengers from that fallen airliner. The wreck we found on Easton Island wasn't the same plane." / ¤@¥¹®q¤w¸g±q¥L­Ìªº viewscreens ®ø¥¢,¦¬­µ¾÷ÜÛ¦a­¸¹L¡A¦Ó¥B Nambu's ³Õ¤h¼v¹³¦b¤¤¥¡ªº¿Ã¹õ¤W¥X²{¡C ªÖ®¦­º¥ý»¡¡C " §Ú­Ì¬OÃø¹Lªº,Hakase¡C §Ú­Ì¤£¯à°÷µo²{¨Ó¦Û¨º¬[¼Z¸¨ªº«È¾÷­¼«È¡C ´ÝÀe§Ú­Ì¦b Easton ®q¤Wµo²{¤£¬O¬Û¦Pªº­¸¾÷¡C"
The image nodded. "I understand. I have new information on Getz." Ken's eyes narrowed, but before he could reply, the doctor continued. "We found the body of the real Eric Getz in a London hotel room, alongside the bodies of several Galactor soldiers." An image flashed on the screen: a leering mug shot of Getz's impostor in Birdstyle, his helmet off. "We're doing a background check of his replacement now, but we have no results so far." / ¼v¹³ÂIÀY¡C "§Ú¤F¸Ñ¡C §Ú¦³Ãö©ó Getz ªº·s¸ê°T¡C"ªÖ®¦ªº²´·úÁY¤p¡A¦ý¬O¥L¥i¥HµªÂФ§«e¡AÂå¥ÍÄ~Äò¡C "§Ú­Ì¦b¤@­Ó­Û´°®ÈÀ]©Ð¶¡¤¤µo²{¯u¥¿ªº¦ã¤O§J Getz ªº¨­Åé,¾aµÛ¤@¨Ç Galactor ­x¤Hªº¨­Åé". ¤@­Ó¼v¹³¦b¿Ã¹õ¤W°{²{: Birdstyle ªº¤@­Ó°e¬îªiÁy Getz's ªº«_¦W³»´Àªº¤Hª`®g,¨«¶}ªº¥L¿û²¯¡C "§Ú­Ì¥¿¦b²{¦b°µ¥Lªº´À´«­I´ºÀˬd¡A¦ý¬O§Ú­Ì¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î¨S¦³µ²ªG" ¡C
"We're sorry, Hakase," Ken said, but there was an edge to his voice that caused the others to stare. "This mission was a failure." / " §Ú­Ì¬OÃø¹Lªº,Hakase",ªÖ®¦»¡, ¦ý¬O¦³¹ï¥Lªº¾É­P¨ä¾lªÌª`µøªºÁn­µÃä½t¡C "³o¤@­Ó¥ô°È¬O¥¢±Ñ" ¡C
"Not entirely. Return to base. Good work, people." / "¤£¬O§¹¥þ¡C ¦^¨ì¥H§@°ò¦¡C ¦n¤u§@¡A¤H¡C"

Joe found Rafael sitting at the helm of his boat in the little cove not far from the ruined temple. Joe's boat was roped to the stern. Without a word, the young man broke from the jungle and leaped lightly from the shore to the back of Rafael's boat. Dr. Rafael grabbed the wheel as the boat rocked violently, and jostled from its perch, Rafael's hawk launched into the air with a loud flapping of wings. / ³ìµo²{ Rafael ¦bÂ÷·´·Àªº¦x¼q¤£«Ü»·ªº¤p¤p®üÆW¤¤§¤¦b¥Lªº²î²ë«e¡C ³ìªº²î³Q¥H÷±N§À³¡Ã´¦í¨ì¡C ¨S¦³¤@­Ó¦r¡A¦~»´ªº¨k¤H±qÂOªL¦Ó¥B»´»´ªºÂ_±¼±q®ü©¤¨ì Rafael's ªº²î­I­±¸õÅD¡C Rafael ³Õ¤h§ì¨ú¤F½ü¤l¦p³Q·n°Êªº²î²r¯Pªº, ¦Ó¥B±q¥¦ªº´Ï¤ì±ÀÀ½,Rafael's ªºÆN¶i¤J©M¤jÁnªº¯Í»H©ç¥´ªºªÅ®ð¤§¤ºµo®g¡C
"I thought you would be here waiting," Rafael said. "Why did you go back?" / "§Ú·Q¡A§A±N·|¦b³o¸Ìµ¥­Ô",Rafael »¡¡C "§A¬°¤°»ò¦^¥h"?
Joe shrugged and threw himself into the seat beside Rafael's, setting the boat rocking again. The old man glared at him. / ³ì¶i¤J¦b Rafael's ®ÇÃ䪺®y¦ì¤§¤ºÁqªÓ¦Ó¥B¥á¥L¦Û¤v,¦A¤@¦¸³]©w²î·nÂ\¡C ¦Ñ¤H¦b¥Lµo¯t¥ú¡C
"Are you certain you don't want to go back to the ISO?" / "§A¬O½T©wªº§A¤£·Q­n¦^¥h°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¶Ü"?
"Positive." / "¿n·¥ªº".
"Your actions still tell me a far different story," Rafael said. "You deliberately used a feather shuriken on Getz's imposter. You lured the others through the base with a second feather, and even now you can't leave them alone." "I didn't intend--" Joe stopped. The horror in the impostor's expression as Joe confronted him hardly made up for the horror of Eric Getz's death, but it was only fitting, and the feather the most appropriate weapon. That bastard got an easy death. I hope I left him shivering all the way to hell, at least. Turning his gaze skyward, he watched the hawk glide over the boat in wide, lazy circles. "It all worked out in the end." / "§Aªº¦æ°Ê¤´µM§i¶D§Ú¤@­Ó»·ªº¤£¦P¬G¨Æ",Rafael »¡¡C " §A¬G·N¦a¨Ï¥Î¦b Getz's ¤Wªº¦Ð¤ò shuriken ¨M©wÃöµ|¡C §A¸g¹L©M¤@®Ú²Ä¤G®Ú¦Ð¤òªº°ò¦¤Þ»¤¤F¨ä¾lªÌ¡A¦Ó¥B¬Æ¦Ü²{¦b§A¤£¯à§OºÞ¥L­Ì¡C""§Ú¨S¦³­p¹º--"³Q°±¤îªº³ì¡C ³ì­è­è­±¹ï¤F¥Lªº«_¦W³»´Àªº¤Hªí¹FªºÅåÀb¬°¦ã¤O§J Getz's ªº¦º¤`ÅåÀb²Õ¦¨¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¬O°ß¤@ªº°t¥ó , ©M¦Ð¤ò³Ì¾A·íªºªZ¾¹¡C ¨º¤@­Ó¨p¥Í¤l±o¨ì¤F¤@­Ó®e©öªº¦º¤`¡C §Ú§Æ±æ§Ú¯d¤U¤FŸ§Ý©Ò¦³ªº¸ô¦aº»ªº¥L,¦Ü¤Ö¡C ¦V¤ÑªÅÂà¥Lªºª`µø,¥L¬Ý¤F¼eªº, Ãi´kªº¶ê°é¦b²î¤WªºÆN·Æ°Ê¡C "¥¦¥þ³¡¦bµ²§ô¤¤¸Õºâ " ¡C
"You were very lucky. This time." Rafael's voice lowered. "Look, Joe. I told you before, I don't care if you rejoin the Kagaku Ninjatai or not, just as long as you know to come to me when the time is right. But you have to commit. You either join them or stay far away from them--don't continue to hover between. It can hurt us all if your judgment slips because you're trying to help your old team from outside. Besides, it'll only hurt you in the long run." / "§A«D±`©¯¹B¡C ³o¦¸¡C"Rafael's ªºÁn­µ­°§C¡C "¯«±¡,³ì¡C §Ú¥H«e§i¶D¤F§A, ¦pªG§A¦A¥[¤J Kagaku Ninjatai ¡A§Ú¤£Ãö¤ß, ¥¿¦p¥u­n·í®É¶¡¬O¥¿½Tªº®É­Ô¡A§Aª¾¹D¨«ªñ§Ú¡C ¦ý¬O§A¥²¶·©e°U¡C §A©Î±µ¦X³B¦b»·³Bªº¥L­Ì©Î°±¯d±q¥L­Ì-- ¤£Ä~Äò½L±Û¦b¤§¶¡¡C ¦]¬°§A¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ±q¥~­±À°§U§Aªº¦Ñ¤p²Õ¡A©Ò¥H¦pªG§Aªº§PÂ_¤O·Æ­Ë¡A¥¦¯à¶Ë®`§Ú­Ì¥þ³¡¡C ¦¹¥~¡A¥¦¥u±N³Ì«á¶Ë®`§A¡C"
"We'll wind up on the same sites. We have the same goals." / "§Ú­Ì±N¦b¬Û¦Pªº¦ì¸m¤Wµ²§ô¡C §Ú­Ì¦³¬Û¦Pªº¥Ø¼Ð¡C"
"Yes, that's something to consider. But bear this in mind: either the Condor is dead or he's not." / "¬Oªº¡A¨º¬O¬Y¨Æ¦Ò¼{¡C ¦ý¬O°O¦í³o: ©Î¨rÆN¦º¡A§_«h¥L¤£¬O¡C"
Joe glared at the sky. Above him, the hawk tilted its wings, flashing patterned feathers as it completed another slow circle. / ³ì¦b¤ÑªÅµo¯t¥ú¡C ¦b¥L¤W­±¡AÆN¶É±×¤F¥¦ªº¯Í»H,·í¥¦§¹¦¨¤F¥t¥~ºCªº¶ê°é®É­Ô¡A°{Ã{¼Ò¥é¤F¦Ð¤ò¡C
"Thanks for covering for me back there," he said finally. / " ÁÂÁ¬°§Ú¥]§tªº¦b¨º¸Ì¦^",¥L³Ì«á»¡¡C
"Aa." Rafael twisted the key in the boat's ignition and the dual engines roared. "I don't think they believed me, but at this point, they don't have much of a choice." / "Aa". Rafael À¾¤F³Q§qªº²îÂI¤õ©MÂù­«ªº¤ÞÀºÆ_°Í¡C "§Ú¤£»{¬°¡A¥L­Ì¬Û«H¤F§Ú¡A¦ý¬O¦¹®É¡A¥L­Ì¨S¦³³\¦h¿ï¾Ü" ¡C


No one spoke for the rest of the flight home. Ken reclined on a seat in the back of the cockpit, helmet off, asleep. Ryu watched the instruments, thankful for something to keep him occupied, and Jinpei stared blankly through the forward viewscreen. Jun sat beside Ken, watching him. He was battered, drained, his face pale and bruised, but to Jun he looked stronger than he had in the past two years. The moment he opened his eyes, she knew, he would be the same old Ken, the same indomitable Gatchaman. No matter how many times he was knocked down, he would bounce back, unstoppable. / ¨S¦³¤H¬°­¸¦æªº¨ä¾lªÌ®a»¡¡C ªÖ®¦¦b¾r¾p­û®y¿µªº«á­±¤@­Ó®y¦ì¤W¾a¦b, ¿û²¯¨«¶},ºÎ¼ô¤Fªº¡C Ryu ¬Ý¤F¤u¨ã, ·PÁªºÅý¬Y¨Æ¨Ï¥L³Q¦û»â,¦Ó¥B Jinpei ¯íµM¦aª`µø¹L¦V«eªº viewscreen ¡C ¤»¤ë¦bªÖ®¦®ÇÃ䧤,¬Ý¥L¡C ¥L³QºV¥´,±Æ¥X·¾¥~,¥LªºÁyÅÜ»a¥Õ¦Ó¥B¥´¶Ë¡A¦ý¬O¨ì¤»¤ë¥L¬Ý¤ñ¥L¦b¹L¥h¤G¦~¤º¦³§ó¸û±j§§¡C ¤ù¨è¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú,¦oª¾¹D,¥L±N·|¬O¦Ñ¼Ë¤lªÖ®¦,¬Û¦Pªº¤£©}ªAªº Gatchaman ¡C µL½×¥L³Q¥´­Ë¦a¦h³\¦h¦¸,¥L±N·|«ì´_,µLªk¨î¤îªº¡C
What had Ken seen? After ordering Ryu to head for home, he'd fallen asleep, shutting everyone out. But this would not be the last of it. They still had the debriefing to attend, questions to answer, details to review. / ªÖ®¦¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¤°»ò? ¦b©R¥O Ryu ¥h®a¤§«á¡A¥L¤w¸gºÎµÛ,Ãö¤W¥X¨C­Ó¤H¡C ¦ý¬O³o±N¤£¬O¥¦ªº³Ì«áªÌ¡C ¥L­Ì¤´µM¦³¤F¥ô°È³ø§i°Ñ¥[,¸ß°Ý¦^µª,²Ó»¡ÀË°Q¡C
Now she felt embarrassed for losing control, for chasing shadows and calling them Joe. They'd spent two years trying to cope with the death of their teammate, trying to let go. They had held a service for him and put away his personal effects. Even now, Joe's trailer sat moldering in a warehouse on the outskirts of Utoland. Perhaps they should have thrown everything out, but no one had wanted to give the order. / ²{¦b¦o¬°¥¢±Ñªº±±¨î·Pı§xµ~,¬°°l¼v¹³¦Ó¥BºÙ¥L­Ì¬°³ì¡C ¥L­Ì¦³«×¹L¤G¦~¹Á¸ÕÀ³¥I¥L­Ìªº¶¤¤Í¦º¤`, ¹Á¸ÕÅý¥h¡C ¥L­Ì¤w¸g¬°¥L®³µÛ¤@­ÓªA°È¦Ó¥B©ñ±ó¥Lªº­Ó¤H®ÄªG¡C ¬Æ¦Ü²{¦b¡A³ìªº°lÂܪ̧¤µÛ¦b Utoland ªºªñ­¥¤Wªº¤@¶¡­Ü®w¤¤»G¦´¡C ¤]³\¥L­ÌÀ³¸Ó­n§â¨C¥ó¨Æª«¥á¥X¥hªº¡A¦ý¬O¨S¦³¤H¤w¸g·Q­nµ¹¦¸§Ç¡C
The day they put the trailer into storage, Ken had refused to go near it, so Jun and Jinpei had spent the afternoon cleaning out cabinets, searching for food that might spoil and securing loose items in the closets. They'd found a carton of orange juice and a tub of butter that had grown two inches of fuzz in the refrigerator, but no other food at all. The trailer had been a mess--normally tidy as a matter of survival in that tiny space, Joe had let the housekeeping slide for weeks before the end. Jun remembered picking up the clothing scattered on the floor, muttering to herself about men and dirty socks; taking it all back to the Snack and throwing it into the washer. It wasn't until she had pulled his clothes from the dryer to fold that she'd realized what she had been doing. Jun had clutched a shirt that would stay empty forever, feeling the cotton crumple in her hands, warm and smelling of fabric softener; robbed of any trace of its owner and as dead as the man who had worn it. Jinpei had found her sitting on the floor in the middle of a scattered pile of clean laundry, sobbing like a child. / ¨º¤Ñ¥L­Ì§â°lÂܪ̸m©óÀxÂÃ,ªÖ®¦¤w¸g©Úµ´¥h¦b¥¦ªºªþªñ¡A¦]¦¹¡A¤»¤ë©M Jinpei ¤w¸g«×¹L¤È«á¬°¥i¯à¯}Ãaªº­¹ª«²M¼ä¥X¤º»Õ , ·j¯Á¦Ó¥B©T©w¾ÀÃoªº¼eÃP¶µ¥Ø¡C ¥L­Ì±N·|µo²{¤F¾ï¤l¥Äªº¤@­Óµw¯È²°¦Ó¥Bµo²{¤F¤w¸g®âºØ¹q¦B½cªº¤G¦T²Ó¤ò, ¦ý¬O§¹¥þ¨S¦³¨ä¥Lªº­¹ª«¥¤ªoªº¯D¬Ö¡C °lÂܪ̤w¸g¬O¤@¹Î¶Ã-- ¥¿±`¦a¾ã»ôªº¦p·¥¤pªºªÅ¶¡¥Í¦sªº¤@­Ó¨Æ¥ó¡A³ì¤w¸g¦bµ²§ô¤§«eÅý®a¨Æ¤Û¿O¤ùªø¹F¼Æ­Ó¬P´Á¤§¤[¡C ¤»¤ë°O±o¤w¸g¬B°_¦b¦aªO¤W³Q´²§Gªº¦çªA,Ãö©ó¨k¤H©M»êżªºÄû¤l¹ï¦o¦Û¤v³ä³ä¦Û»y; ¥þ³¡¦V«á¦a±a¥¦¨ì¤p¦Y¦Ó¥B±N¥¦¥á¶i¬~¦ç¾÷¡C ¥¦¬O¤£ª½¨ì¦o©Ô¤F¨Ó¦Û°®¦ç¾÷ªº¥L¦çªAºPÅ|¦o¦³¤F¸Ñ¤F¦o¤w¸g°µªº¡C ¤»¤ë¤w¸g§ì¨c¤@¥ó±N·|¥Ã»·¦a°±¯dªÅªºÅ¨­m,·Pı´Öªá¦b¦oªº¤â¤¤§Ë½K, ·Å·xªº¦Ó¥B´ª«¬X³n¾¯ªº»D; ¥ô¦óªº¥¦¾Ö¦³ªÌªº²ª¸ñ©M¹³¤w¸g¬ï¥¦ªº¨k¤H¤@¼Ëªº§¹¥þ¦a·m¹Ü¡C Jinpei ¤w¸gµo²{°®²bªº¬~¦ç©±ªºÂ÷´²°ï¤¤¥¡ªº¦b¦aªO¤Wªº¦o®y¦ì¦w±Æ,¹³¤@­Ó«Ä¤lµo¥X¶ã«|Án­µ¡C
Jun lowered her head, wiping her eyes with a gloved hand. That had been the only time she'd taken the chance to mourn, and after seeing what it had done to Jinpei, she had never allowed herself to fall apart like that again. Instead she'd kept busy caring for the others. Ryu had been open, but quiet about his grief. Jinpei had cried off and on for weeks. He had written long letters and burned them without letting anyone read what was in them. Ken had been the worst--refusing to eat, work out, or speak to anyone; spending his time either alone or asleep. All the light had drained out of him, and Jun had been truly afraid Joe's death had been the blow that had finally brought him down. Maybe, because of that, she had refused to let go of him, even when he'd recovered and wanted to go. I used Joe's death as a weapon, hanging it above Ken's head whenever he did something I disapproved of. I am so ashamed.... That was a dirty move. I shouldn't have been so selfish. But now this... it hurts even worse than the day... than the day he-- / ¤»¤ë­°§C¤F¦oªºÀY,¥Î¤@°¦³Q¤â®Mªº¤âÀ¿«ø¦oªº²´·ú¡C ¨º¤w¸g¬O°ß¤@ªº¤@¦¸¦o¤w¸g§Q¥Î¾÷·|«s±¥¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¬Ý¨£¥¦¤w¸g¹ï Jinpei °µªº¤§«á¡A¦o±q¥¼¤¹³\¦o¦Û¤v¦A¤@¦¸¤À§O¦a¸¨¤U°_¨Ó¹³¨º¤@¼Ë¡C §ï¬°¦o¦³«O«ù¤F¦£¸Lªº·ÓÅU¨ä¾lªÌ¡C Ryu ¤w¸g¬O¤½¶} , ¦ý¬OÃö©ó¥Lªº¶Ëµh¦wÀR¡C Jinpei ¤w¸g­úÂ÷¶}©M¦bªø¹F¼Æ­Ó¬P´Á¤§¤[¤§¤W¡C ¥L¤£»Ý­n¨Ï¥ô¦ó¤HŪ¦b¥L­Ì¸Ì­±ªºªF¦è´N¤w¸g¼gªøªº«H¦Ó¥B¿U¿N¥L­Ì¡C ªÖ®¦¤w¸g¬O³ÌÃa-- ©Úµ´¦Y¡M¸Õºâ¡M©Î¸ò¥ô¦ó¤H»¡¸Ü; ªá¶O¥Lªº©w®É©Î©t¿Wªº©ÎºÎ¼ô¤Fªº¡C ©Ò¦³ªº¥ú¤w¸g±Æ¥X·¾¥~Â÷¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¤»¤ë¤w¸g¬O¯u¹ê®`©È³ìªº¦º¤`¤w¸g¬O³Ì«á¤w¸g§â¥L±a¤U¨Óªº¥´À»¡C ¤]³\¡A¦]¬°¨º¡A¦o¤w¸g©Úµ´Åý¥L¥h,§Y¨Ï·í¥L¤w¸g§ä¦^¦Ó¥B·Q­n¥h¡C §Ú¥H³ìªº¦º¤`§@¬°¤@­ÓªZ¾¹¡A¦bªÖ®¦ªºÀY¤W­±Äa±¾¥¦µL½×¦ó®É¥L°µ¤F¬Y¨Æ§Ú¤Ï¹ï¡C §Ú¬O³o»òºF·\ªº.... ¨º¬O¤@¦¸»êżªº²¾°Ê¡C §ÚÀ³¸Ó¨S¦³¬O¦p¦¹¦Û¨p¡C ¦ý¬O²{¦b³o¡C¡C¡C ¥¦¶Ë®`¬Æ¦Ü§óÁV¶W¹L¨º¤Ñ¡C¡C¡C ¶W¹L¨º¤Ñ¥L--
Ryu broke the silence. "Brace yourselves. We're going under." There was a jolt as the craft splashed below the ocean surface. The viewscreen dimmed, and ocean froth cleared to reveal the underwater view. / Ryu Â_±¼¤F¨HÀq¡C "¤ä¼µ§A­Ì¦Û¤v¡C §Ú­Ì¥¿¦b¥h¦b¤§¤U¡C"·í­¸¾÷¦b¤j®üªí­±¤U­±ÂqÀ㪺®É­Ô¡A¦³¤@¦¸·n®Ì¡C viewscreen ·t²H¡A¦Ó¥B¤j®ü¨Ï¥Íªwªj²M°£ªºÅã¥Ü¦b¤ô¤¤ªºµø³¥¡C
Another five minutes, and the lights of the fortress came into sight. When the airlock drained, Jun moved to Ken's side and woke him with a hand on his shoulder, then gently guided him to the door. He glanced back at her, eyes startled at the contact. Jun shook her head and gave him a little push. It was time to move on. / ¥t¥~¤­¤ÀÄÁ¡A¦Ó¥B«°³ùªº¥ú§e²{²´«e¡C ·í airlock ±Æ¥X·¾¥~ªº®É­Ô,¤»¤ë·h¨ìªÖ®¦ªº¨­Ãä¦Ó¥B¥Î¦b¥LªºªÓ¤W¤@°¦¤â³ê¿ô¥L,µM«á³vº¥¦a«ü¾É¤F¥L¨ìªù¡C ¥L¦V«á¦a¦b¦o¿h°{,²´·ú¦b³sµ¸¾_Åå¡C ¤»¤ë·nÀY¦Ó¥Bµ¹¤©¤F¥L¤p¤pªº±À°Ê¡C ¥¦¬O¸ÓÄ~Äòªº®É­Ô¡C
"Your CT scan checks out fine," the physician said. "You have a minor cut on your head, a few burns and bruises and that wrenched shoulder. We'd like to keep you overnight for observation. Not because we expect anything, but because the effects of that kind of trauma sometimes show up late and unannounced. Otherwise, you should be sore for a week or two, but that's all." / "§Aªº CT ±½´yÀˬd»@´Ú",Âå®v»¡¡C "§A¦³¦b§AªºÀY¡A¤@¨Ç¿N¶Ë©M·ï¶Ë¤Wªº¸û¤p¤Á¡A¦Ó¥B¨º²r§á¤FªÓ¡C §Ú­Ì·Q­n¬°Æ[¹î¨Ï§A«O«ù«e¤@±ßªº¡C ¤£¦]¬°§Ú­Ì´Á«Ý¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡A¦ý¬O¦]¬°¨ººØ¥~¶Ëªº®ÄªG¦³®É¥X²{¿ðªº¦Ó¥B¤£«Å§G¡C §_«h¡A§AÀ³¸Ó¹ï¤@¬P´Á©Î¤G¬P´Á¬O¯kµhªº, ¦ý¬O©Ò¦³ªº¡C"
"Aa." Ken scooted up on the bed and nodded, eyes at half mast. His body ached more from fatigue than from his injuries. The nap he'd taken during the trip home hadn't even made a dent. / "Aa". ªÖ®¦»´§Ö¦a©b¶]¦b§É¤W¤W­±¦Ó¥BÂIÀY,¦b¤@¥bªº¤Ñ½u¬Wªº²´·ú¡C ¥Lªº¨­Åé¦h±q¯h²Öµh¶W¹L±q¥Lªº¨ü¶Ë¡C ¥L¦b®È¦æ´Á¶¡¤w¸g¦û¾Ú®aªº¤pºÎ¤£¦³¬Æ¦Ü»s³y¤F¤@­Ó¥W²ª¡C
"Have you put him on painkillers of any sort?" Nambu asked from the doorway. / " §A§â¥L©ñ¦b¥ô¦óªºÃþ«¬¤îµhÃĤF"? Nambu ±qªù¤f°Ý¡C
"No, Hakase. He refuses to take them. I've prescribed ibuprofen if he changes his mind." To Ken he said, "Have a good rest." Then he left the room, flanked by a nurse, to continue his rounds. Nambu shook the physician's hand as he passed, then stepped into the private room and closed the door before taking a chair beside the bed. / "¤£,Hakase¡C ¥L©Úµ´±a¥L­Ì¡C ¦pªG¥L§ïÅÜ¥Lªº·Qªk¡A§Ú¤w¸g³W©w ibuprofen ¡C"¹ïªÖ®¦¥L»¡ ",¦³¦n¥ð®§¡C"µM«á¥LÂ÷¶}¤F©Ð¶¡,­±Á{µÛ¤@¦ìÅ@¤h, Ä~Äò¥Lªº¦^¦X¡C ·í¥L³q¹Lªº®É­Ô¡A Nambu ´¤Âå®vªº¤â, µM«á¶i¤J¨p¤Hªº©Ð¶¡¤§¤º½ñ¦Ó¥B¦b¦û¾Ú¦b§É®ÇÃ䪺¤@±i´È¤l¤§«eÃö³¬¤Fªù¡C
"The others?" Ken shoved a pillow beneath his back, wincing as his stiff shoulder protested. The physician had confined his arm in a sling which he'd bound to Ken's chest with a warning to keep it still, but Ken kept forgetting. / "¨ä¾lªÌ"? ³Q±ÀÀ½¤@­ÓªEÀY¥Lªº­I³¡¤§¤UªºªÖ®¦ , ¬ÈÁY¦p¥Lªº±j¯PªÓ¤Ï¹ï¡C Âå®v¤w¸g­­¨î¤@­Ó§ë¥Û¾¹ªº¥L¤âÁu¥L¦³¬ù§ôªº¨ìªÖ®¦ªº¯Ý¥H¤@­Óĵ§i¨Ï¥¦«O«ùÀR¤îªº,¦ý¬OªÖ®¦Ä~Äò§Ñ°O¡C
"They're fine. Jinpei has some second-degree burns on his arm from whatever you found in that temple, but the burns are small and otherwise he's in good shape. You picked up the worst of it." / "¥L­Ì«Ü¦n¡C Jinpei ¦³¤@¨Ç²Ä¤G- µ{«×±q¤£½×¤°»ò¦b¥Lªº¤âÁu¤W¿U¿N§A¦b¨º¦x¼q¤¤µo²{¡A¦ý¬O¿N¶Ë«Ü¤p¡A¦Ó¥B§_«h¥Lª¬ªp¨}¦n¡C §A¬B°_¥¦ªº³ÌÃa¡C"
"Oh. Good," Ken said absently. / "®@¡C ¦nªº,"ªÖ®¦¤ß¤£¦b²j¦a»¡¡C
"So maybe you can explain to me why." The Professor's voice took on a knife's edge. "Why you took it into your head to perform such a rash and irresponsible move, to unnecessarily endanger your own life. I know this was your first mission in over two years, but I did not expect you to throw common sense out the window." / " ¦p¦¹ªº¤]³\§A¯à¹ï§Ú¸ÑÄÀ¬°¤°»ò". ±Ð±ÂªºÁn­µ©Ó¾á¤MªºÃä½t¡C "§A¬°¤°»ò®³¥¦¶i§AªºÀY¤§¤ºªí²{¤@¦¸¦p¦¹»´²vªº©M¤£­t³d¥ôªº²¾°Ê, ¤£¥²­n¦a¦M¤Î§A¦Û¤vªº¥Í¬¡¡C §Úª¾¹D¡A³o¦b¶W¹L¤G¦~¤¤¬O§Aªº²Ä¤@­Ó¥ô°È¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¨S¦³´Á«Ý§A§â±`ÃÑ¥á¥X¥hµ¡¤á¡C"
Ken let the words roll over him, distantly hearing the anger and concern. Hadn't he heard these words before, from another source? Fairly recently? / ªÖ®¦Åý¦b¥L¤Wªº¦r±²ª«,»·¦aÅ¥©Á«ã©MÃö¤ß¡C ¥H«e¥LÁÙ¨SÅ¥¨ì³o¨Ç¦r,±q¥t¤@­Ó¨Ó·½? ³Ìªñ¤½¥­¦a?
Father? / ¤÷¿Ë?
No. He remembered being jostled, the feel of a shoulder supporting him, the faded silhouettes of trees. The old man? / ¸¹½X¥L°O±o¤w¸g³Q±ÀÀ½, ¨º¤@­Ó¤ä«ù¥L ªºªÓ·Pı,¾ðªº¤w¿Æ¦âªº¶Â¦â¥b¨­°¼­±¼v¡C ¦Ñ¤H?
The shadow? / ¼v¹³?
The memories came in a flash: a familiar voice--Ken! Wake up, damn you! The shadow on the sandstone walls; the fake Getz lying dead, a feather buried in his throat. That strange Dr. Rafael whose explanations didn't ring entirely true. / °O¾Ð¤@Àþ¶¡¨Ó: ¤@ºØ¼ô±xªºÁn­µ--ªÖ®¦! ¿ô¨Ó,¶A©G§A! ¦b¨F©¥Àð¾À¤Wªº¼v¹³; °²ªº Getz »¡ÁÀ¦º,¤@®Ú¦Ð¤ò¦b¥Lªº«|³ï¤¤®I¸®¡C §¹¥þ¯u¹êªº¨º¨S¦³»ïÅTªº©_©Ç Rafael ³Õ¤h¡C
Outside, this circle of thought, Nambu continued. "Do you realize what you could have done? Do you realize what you might have done to the team if you'd been badly injured or killed? You're not sixteen anymore, and even Jinpei is showing better judgment at age twelve than you did today!" / ¥~­±,·Qªkªº³o¤@­Ó¶ê°é,Nambu Ä~Äò¡C " §A¤F¸Ñ¤°»ò§AÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H°µ? §A¤F¸Ñ¤°»ò§AÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H¹ï¤p²Õ°µ¦pªG§AÄY­«¦a¤w¸g¨ü¶Ë©Î±þ? ¤ñ¸û§A¤µ¤Ñ°µ¡A§A¤£¦A¤£¬O¤Q¤»¡A¦Ó¥B¥­©Zªº Jinpei ¥¿¦b¤Q¤G·³Åã¥Ü¸û¦nªº§PÂ_¤O!"
Ken lunged up in bed toward the Doctor, eyes wide and blazing. "You want to talk about judgment?" he shouted, and the Professor pulled back in his chair. "Our very first mission in two years, and you dump that snake Getz on us! With no warning, with little introduction, with Joe's rank and Joe's colors! Didn't you think about how we would feel? Did you expect us to trust him? And then you don't even act surprised when you find out that your people didn't do enough of a background check to realize he was a Galactor agent! You set us up to fail, and now you have the nerve to be angry about a risk I took? Where the hell is your judgment? Where is your conscience?" / ¦b¹ï©óÂå¥Í, ¼eªº©M¿K¿Uªº²´·ú§É¤¤¦V¤W¦³ªÍªºªÖ®¦¡C "§A·Q­n½Í½×§PÂ_¤O"? ¥L©I³Û¡A¦Ó¥B±Ð±Â¦b¥Lªº´È¤l¤¤¦V«á¦a©Ô¡C " §Ú­Ìªº«D±`²Ä¤@ªº¥ô°È¦b¤G¦~¤¤¡A¦Ó¥B§A¶É¨ø¦b§Ú­Ì¤Wªº¨º³D Getz! ÂǥѨS¦³Äµ§i,ÂǥѤpªº¤¶²Ð,Âǥѳ쪺±Æ¦W©M³ìªºÃC¦â! §A¨S·Q§Ú­Ì±N·|¦p¦ó·Pı¶Ü? §A´Á«Ý§Ú­Ì«H¿à¥L¶Ü? µM«á·í§Aµo²{§Aªº¥Á±Ú­I´ºÀˬd¨S¦³¨¬°÷°µ¤F¸Ñ¥L¬O Galactor ¥N²z¤Hªº®É­Ô¡A§A¤£¬Æ¦Üªí²{·P¨ìÅå³Y! §A«Ø¥ß§Ú­Ì¥¢±Ñ¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b§A¨ì³B¦³¯«¸g«Ü¥Í®ð­·ÀI§Ú®³? ¦aº»¬O§Aªº§PÂ_¤O­þ¸Ì? §Aªº¨}¤ß¦b­þ¸Ì?"
His voice reverberated off the walls of the hospital room. The door opened a crack and the concerned faces of two of the nurses appeared. Nambu waved them off. One left, but the other hesitated. Turning to glare at her, he waved again, and reluctantly she retreated. / ¥LªºÁn­µ¨«¶}¦^ÅTÂå°|©Ð¶¡ªºÀð¾À¡C ªù¥´¶}¤FµõÁ_©M³Q¥X²{ªºÅ@¤h¤GÃö¤ßªºÁy¡C Nambu ¨«¶}´§»R¤F¥L­Ì¡C ¤@¥ªÃä,¦ý¬O¥t¤@­ÓµS¿Ý¡C ·Ç³Æ¦b¦oµo¯t¥ú,¥L¦A¤@¦¸´§»R¡A¦Ó¥B¤£±¡Ä@¦a¦oºM°h¡C
"Don't mind them, Hakase," Ken snarled. "Answer me!" / "¤£­n¯d·N¥L­Ì,Hakase",ªÖ®¦§q¥s¡C "¦^µª§Ú"!
"Ken, bring your voice down. We can discuss this quietly." / "ªÖ®¦,§â§AªºÁn­µ±a¤U¨Ó¡C §Ú­Ì¯à¦wÀR¦a°Q½×³o¡C"
"We're used to playing the pawns for you, but this time you crossed the line!" Ken shouted. "You lied to us!" / "§Ú­Ì²ßºD©ó¬°§Aª±¨å·í¡A¦ý¬O³o¦¸§A¥æ¤e¤F½u"! ªÖ®¦©I³Û¡C "§A¹ï§Ú­Ì»¡ÁÀ"!
"Tell me where and when I lied to you." / " §i¶D§Ú¦b­þ¸Ì¦Ó¥B·í§Ú¹ï§A»¡ÁÀªº®É­Ô".
Ken stopped and swallowed, thinking furiously. "All right, so you didn't lie. You just withhold the truth. You never told us you were considering a replacement for Joe. In the past two years you never told us what the ISO was doing about the Syndicate's return; about this base. About the vehicles we'd use to fight. About Joe's injuries--and you knew, even before he left!" He swallowed again. "You know, if you had said something to us, just one thing, maybe Joe would still be alive today! Do you think so little of us that you constantly have to leave us out of the loop, blundering around like fools, eagerly grabbing for every little tidbit you toss at us? With the kind of responsibility we hold, the team deserves better than that! I deserve better than that!" / ªÖ®¦°±¤î¦Ó¥B§],¨g¼É¦a·Q¡C "¦nªº¡A¦]¦¹¡A§A¨S¦³½öµÛ¡C §A¶È¶È¦©¯d¨Æ¹ê¡C §A±q¤£§i¶D¤F§Ú­Ì§A¥¿¦b¬°³ì¦Ò¼{¤@­Ó´À´«¡C ¦b¹L¥h¤G¦~¤¤§A±q¤£§i¶D¤F§Ú­Ì¤°»ò°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¥¿¦b°µÃö©ó¥ø·~Áp¦Xªº¦^ªð¨Æ; Ãö©ó³o¤@­Ó°ò¦¡C Ãö©ó¨®½ø§Ú­Ì±N·|¨Ï¥Î¹ï§Ü¡C Ãö©ó³ìªº¨ü¶Ë--¦Ó¥B§Aª¾¹D, ¬Æ¦Ü¦b¥LÂ÷¶}! ¤§«e"¥L¦A¤@¦¸§]¡C " °²¦p§A»¡¡A§Aª¾¹D¬Y¨Æ¹ï§Ú­Ì, ¥u¬O¤@¥ó¨Æª«,¤]³\³ì±N·|¤´µM¬O¬¡µÛªº¤µ¤Ñ! §A·Q¶Ü¦p¦¹ªº§Ú­Ì¤@ÂIÂI¥H­P©ó§A¤£Åܦa¥²¶·±qÀô¯d¤U§Ú­Ì, ¯Bļªº¦b¬Û¦üªº·M¤H©P³ò,¼ö¤ß¦a¬°§A¦b§Ú­Ì§ëÂYªº¨C¤@¤p¤Ö¦Ó¦n¦YªºªF¦è§ì? »P³d¥ôªºÃþ«¬§Ú­Ì¤ä¼µ,¤p²Õ¸Ó±o¨ì¤ñ¨º§ó! §Ú¸Ó±o¨ì¤ñ¨º§ó!"
"Ken--" "I thought of you as a mentor, as family!" His voice rose again, his face flushed. "Is this what I can expect from family?" / "ªÖ®¦--""§Ú§â§A·í°µ¤@­Ó¨}®v, ·í°µ®a®x"! ¥LªºÁn­µ¦A¤@¦¸¤W¤É,¥LªºÁyÁyµo¬õ¡C " ³o¬O§Ú©Ò¯à±q®a®x´Á«Ýªº"?
"Ken--" / "ªÖ®¦--"
"It wouldn't surprise me if you knew Getz was a traitor before you let him in." Ken let his voice drop and he turned his face away from Nambu in disgust. "See what good it did you. You let him lead us on, and we escaped his traps only through luck and the good graces of some mysterious stranger! From now on, in each successive mission, I'll be wasting valuable time wondering what you haven't told us and why." / "¦pªG§Aª¾¹D¡A¥¦±N¤£¨Ï§Ú¦YÅå¡A¦b§AÅý¥L¶i¥h¤§«e , Getz ¬O«q°fªÌ" ¡C ªÖ®¦Åý¥LªºÁn­µ¤U­°¡A¦Ó¥B¥L±q¹½´cªº Nambu ©Úµ´¥LªºÁy¡C "¬Ý¨£¥¦°µ¤F§A¤°»ò¦n³B¡C §AÅý¥L±a»â§Ú­Ì¦b,¤§¤W¦Ó¥B§Ú­Ì¥u¸g¹L¹B®ð©M¤@¨Ç¯«¯µªº­¯¥Í¤Hªº¦nÀu¶®°k²æ¤F¥Lªº°é®M! ±q²{¦b¶}©l¡A¦b¨C­Ó³sÄòªº¥ô°È¤¤¡A§Ú±N®ö¶O¦³»ù­Èªº®É¶¡Ä±±o©_©Ç§A©Ò¨S¦³§i¶D§Ú­Ìªº©M¬°¤°»ò¡C"
Deliberately, the doctor stood and approached the bed. In a move that surprised the young man, he placed a hand on Ken's uninjured shoulder and stared him directly in the face. "Ken, this is neither the time nor the place," he said, very softly. "But I'll give this to you. I'll tell you what you want to hear." Ken strained against the hand that forced him gently but firmly back onto the pillows, surprised at the older man's strength. "Yes, I knew about Getz's replacement. It was last-minute information that we were lucky to receive. I had to make a tough decision, but it turned out to be the right one: with your help, we were able to track down and eliminate an informant from within the ISO building." / ¬G·N¦a¡AÂå¥Í¯¸µÛ¨Ã¥B±µªñ§É¡C ¦b¤@¦¸¨Ï¦~»´ªº¨k¤H¦YÅ媺²¾°Ê¤¤¡A¥L¦bÁy¤¤ª½±µ¦a©ñ¤@°¦¤â¦bªÖ®¦ªº¥¼¨ü¶Ë®`ªºªÓ¤W¦Ó¥Bª`µø¤F¥L¡C "ªÖ®¦,³o¬J¤£¬O®É¶¡¤]¤£¬O¦a¤è",¥L»¡,«D±`¬X©M¦a¡C "¦ý¬O§Ú±N§â³oµ¹§A¡C §Ú±N§i¶D§A§A©Ò·Q­nÅ¥¨ìªº¡C" ªÖ®¦ºò±iªº¤Ï¹ï¦V«á¦a¦bªEÀY¤§¤W³vº¥¦a¦ý¬O°í©T±j­¢¤F¥Lªº¤â,¦b¸û¦~ªøªº¨k¤H¤O¶q¦YÅå¡C "¬Oªº¡A§Úª¾¹D Getz's ªº´À´«¡C ³Ì«áªº¸ê®Æ¬O§Ú­Ì©¯¹B±µ¨ü¡C §Ú¥²¶·§@¥X¤@­ÓÁ}Ãøªº¨M©w¡A¦ý¬O¥¦Åܦ¨Åv§Q¤@: ÂǥѧAªºÀ°¦£¡A§Ú­Ì¯à°÷°lÂܧä¨ì¨Ã¥B°£¥h¨Ó¦Û°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´«Ø¿vª«¤§¤ºªº¤@­Ó³qª¾ªÌ¡C"
He continued to explain, quietly and patiently, about his plans for a new fifth member of the team; of the countless candidates who had died because of the informant they had just caught; about his reluctance to bring the team back into battle before they knew the Syndicate's return was absolute. As he backtracked over two years worth of plans, Ken slowly drew back from his hands, his gaze distant, his mind working. / ¥LÄ~Äò¸ÑÄÀ,¦wÀR¦a¦Ó¥B§Ô­@¦a,Ãö©óÃö©ó¤p²Õªº¤@­Ó·sªº²Ä¤­­Ó¦¨­ûªº¥L­p¹ºªº¨Æ; ¦]¬°¥L­Ì¶È¶È¤w¸g®·®»ªº³qª¾ªÌ¤w¸g¦ºªº¼Æ¤£ºÉªº­Ô¿ï¤H; Ãö©ó¥Lªº¤£±¡Ä@¶i¤J¾Ôª§¤§¤º§â¤p²Õ±a¦^¨Ó¦b¥L­Ìª¾¹D¤F¥ø·~Áp¦Xªº¦^ªð¬Oµ´¹ïªº¤§«e¡C ·í¥L¦b¤G¦~¥H¨Óªð¦^­p¹ºªº»ù­È®É­Ô, ªÖ®¦ºCºC¦a±q¥Lªº¤â¡A»·ªº¥Lª`µø­Ë°h, ¤u§@ªº¥L¤ß¡C
"As for Joe, I knew something was wrong, but not to what extent," Nambu said. "I'd received a report from a physician who had examined him after an accident, and to be honest, I couldn't believe what I'd heard. I tried to get Joe in for CT scans and x-rays, but as you can see, he didn't stay around long enough for that. Even if I had told you everything immediately, I doubt either of us could have kept events from proceeding as they had." / " Ãö©ó³ì¡A§Úª¾¹D¡A¬Y¨Æ¬O¿ù»~ªº, ¦ý¬O¤£¨ì¤°»ò½d³ò",Nambu »¡¡C " §Ú¤w¸g¦¬¨ì¨Ó¦Û¤@­Ó¦b·N¥~¨Æ¥ó¤§«á¤w¸g½Õ¬d¥LªºÂå®v¤@¶µ³ø§i, ©M¬O¸Û¹êªº,§Ú¤£¥i¥H¬Û«H§Ú¦³Å¥¨ìªº¡C §Ú¸ÕµÛ¬° CT Åý³ìÀò±o¿ý¨ú±½´y©M X¥ú¡A¦ý¬O·í§A¯à¬Ý¨£ªº®É­Ô,¥L¹ï©ó¨º¨S¦³°±¯d¦bªþªñªøªº¥R¨¬¡C §Y¨Ï§Ú¤w¸g¥ß¨è§i¶D§A¨C¥ó¨Æª«, §Ú§Ú­ÌÃhºÃ¥ô¤@À³¸Ó¥i¥H±qµÛ¤â¶i¦æ«O«ù¨Æ¥ó·í¥L­Ì¦³¡C"
Ken felt suddenly weary and his head began to pound. Settling back in the pillows, he closed his eyes, retreating. / ªÖ®¦Ä±±o¬ðµM¯h­Â¡A¦Ó¥B¥LªºÀY¶}©l±j¯P¥´À»¡C ¦bªEÀY¤¤¦V«á¦a¸Ñ¨M,¥LÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú,ºM°h¡C
"You need to rest," Nambu said, standing. "Ken, I'm sorry. I regret the gaps in communication, and I can't even promise you it won't happen again. Just know that I trust you. I believe in you. Please bear with me." / "§A»Ý­n¥ð®§",Nambu »¡,¯¸µÛ¡C "ªÖ®¦,¹ï¤£°_¡C §Ú¬°·¾³qªºÁ_»Ø·P¨ì¿ò¾Ñ¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¤£¯à¬Æ¦ÜµªÀ³§A¥¦±N¤£¦Aµo¥Í¡C ¶È¶Èª¾¹D§Ú«H¿à§A¡C §Ú¬Û«H§A¡C ½Ð§Ô¨ü§Ú¡C"
With that, he left the room, and the door swept shut behind him, leaving only the white noise of the hospital air conditioning. / ¥Ñ©ó¨º¡A¥LÂ÷¶}¤F©Ð¶¡¡A¦Ó¥Bªù¦b¥L«á­±²M±½Ãö¤W, Â÷¶}¥u¦³Âå°|ªÅ½Õªº¥Õ¦â¾¸­µ¡C
"In due time," Ken said softly. / "¦b¾A·íªº®É¶¡¤¤" ¡AªÖ®¦¬X©M¦a»¡¡C
"Joe, wait!" / "³ì,µ¥­Ô"!
"That's not Joe. It can't be. Otherwise, why would he run from us? He's dead. He's gone. We know that." / "¨º¤£¬O³ì¡C ¥¦¤£¯à¬O¡C §_«h¡A¥L¬°¤°»ò±N·|±q§Ú­Ì¶]? ¥L¦º¡C ¥L¤£¨£¤F¡C §Ú­Ìª¾¹D¨º¡C"
Why would he run from us? / ¥L¬°¤°»ò±N·|±q§Ú­Ì¶]?
"Joe, wake up. Wake up, now." / "³ì,¿ô¨Ó¡C ²{¦b¿ô¨Ó¡C"
The cyborg opened his eyes and blinked at the light above him. The team's voices still echoed in his mind, piercing and raw. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stretched on the metal operating table and heard stiff muscles squeak in protest. When he opened his eyes again, he found Dr. Rafael's bulky form blocking out the light. His arm snagged on something, and he discovered a line leading from that arm to an IV bag suspended above the table. / cyborg ¦b¥L¤W­±ªº¥ú¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥B¯w²´¡C ¤p²ÕªºÁn­µ¤´µM¦b¥Lªº¤ß¤¤ÀHÁnªþ©M, ¨ë°©ªº©M¥Í¦×¡C À½À£³QÃö¤Wªº¥L²´·ú,¥L¦bª÷Äݾާ@®à¤l¤W¦ù®i¨Ã¥BÅ¥¨ì¤F§Üijªº±j¯P¦Ù¦×§s§sÁn¡C ·í¥L¦A¤@¦¸¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú®É­Ô,¥L¥X¦Û¥úµo²{ Rafael's ³Õ¤hÃe¤jªº§Î¦¡ªýÂ_¡C ¥Lªº¤âÁu¦b¬Y¨Æ¤§¤W²Ê¿i¡A¦Ó¥B¥L±q¨º¤@°¦¤âÁu¨ì³Q¤¤Â_¦b®à¤l¤W­±ªº¤@­Ó 4 ³U¤lµo²{¤F¤@±ø½u»â¥ý¡C
"Tired?" / "¯h²Öªº"?
"Of course." Joe stretched again and groaned, then sat up, refusing the doctor's offered hand. / " ·íµM". ³ì¦A¤@¦¸¦ù®i¦Ó¥B©D§u, µM«á¼õ©],©Úµ´³Q´£¨Ñ¤âªºÂå¥Í¡C
"After experiencing three close-range explosions in one day, that's normal." Rafael didn't smile. / "¦b¤@¤Ñ¤º¸g¾ú¤T­Óµ²§ô- ½d³òÃz¬µ¤§«á¡A¨º¬O±`ºA" ¡C Rafael ¨S¦³·L¯º¡C
"What's this for?" Joe glanced at the fluid in the IV bag--not blood. / "³o¬O¬°¤°»ò"? ³ìª`µø 4 ªº²GÅé³U¤l-- ¤£¦å¡C
"Antibiotics to boost your natural defenses. Just a precaution." / " §Ü¥Í¯À±À¶i§Aªº¦ÛµM¨¾½Ã¡C ¥u¬O¹w¨¾¡C"
"Should I expect this every time, or am I still in the break-in period?" Piercing blue eyes regarded the doctor, and Joe's voice carried an edge. / " À³¸Ó§Ú¨C¤@¦¸´Á«Ý³o, ©Î§Ú¤´µM¬O¦b¥ð®§- ¦bªº®É´Á¤¤"? ¨ë°©ªºÂŦⲴ·úµø¬°¤FÂå¥Í¡A¦Ó¥B³ìªºÁn­µÄâ±a¤FÃä½t¡C
"As I said, it's a precaution. Wounds deep enough to draw blood run the risk of infection." Dr. Rafael turned, scooped some folded garments into his arms and presented them to Joe. "You'll have three days to rest before you proceed to the next installation." / "·í§Ú»¡ªº®É­Ô,¥¦¬O¹w¨¾¡C ¨ü¶Ë²`ªº¥R¨¬©â³Q¶]¶Ç¬Vªº­·ÀI¦å¡C"Rafael ³Õ¤h±N , ¨V¨ú¤@¨ÇºPÅ|¦çªAÅܦ¨¥Lªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B±N¥L­Ì§e²{µ¹³ì¡C "¦b§A«e¶i¨ì¤U¤@­Ó¦w¸Ë¤§«e , §A±N¦³¤T¤Ñ¥ð®§" ¡C
Joe took the bundle and found briefs and one of his well-worn sweatsuits. With another glance at Rafael, he pulled on his clothes, leaving the shirt off because of the IV. / ³ì±a¤F®¹¦Ó¥Bµo²{¤FºK­n©M¥Lªº¥Î¤Fªº sweatsuits ¤§¤@¡C ÂǥѦb Rafael ªº¥t¤@¿h¡A¥L¦b¥Lªº¦çªA¤W©Ô, ¯d¤UŨ­mÂ÷¶}¦]¬° 4.
"Three days. Where did the lead come from?" / "¤T¤Ñ¡C ½u¯Á¨Ó¦Û­þùØ©O?"
"Why did you think I was there?" This time, Rafael did smile. "You took them by surprise, so their evacuation from that installation was a little less tidy than they'd planned. We were able to track them to their next location." / " §A¬°¤°»ò»{¬°§Ú¦³"? ³o¦¸¡A Rafael °µ¤F·L¯º¡C " §A¨Ï¥L­ÌÅå³Y¡A¦]¦¹¡A¨Ó¦Û¨º¤@­Ó¦w¸Ëªº¥L­ÌºM°hµy·L¬O¤ñ¥L­Ì¤Öªº´È¤l­I¸n¦³­pµe¡C §Ú­Ì¯à°÷°lÂÜ¥L­Ì¨ì¥L­Ìªº¤U­Ó¦aÂI¡C"
"Why not just pursue them now?" / " ¬°¤°»ò¤£¶È¶È²{¦b°l¨D¥L­Ì"?
Rafael's smile faded. "They've already made more progress than I'd like. You need to be in top condition. This next job will take all your resources." / ¤w¿Æ¦âªº Rafael's ªº·L¯º¡C "¥L­Ì¤w¸g¨Ï¸û§Ú¬°¦hªº¶i¨B·Q­n¤F¡C §A»Ý­n·í¦b³»¦yªº±¡ªp¡C ³o¤U­Ó¤u§@±N±Ä¨ú§A©Ò¦³ªº¸ê·½¡C"
"As I told you on the trip home, we have the body of Eric Getz, but we were unable to recover the body of his double," Nambu said, pacing the space between his desk and the bank of viewscreens behind it. "That portion of the temple remained relatively intact, but our search teams found no remains." / "·í§Ú¦b®È¦æ®a¤W§i¶D§Aªº®É­Ô,§Ú­Ì¦³¦ã¤O§J Getz ªº¨­Åé¡A¦ý¬O§Ú­Ì¤£¯à°÷§ä¦^¥Lªº¥[­¿¨­Åé",Nambu »¡,¿â¨B¦b¥¦«á­±ªº¦b¥L®Ñ®à©M viewscreens ªº»È¦æ¤§¶¡ªºªÅ¶¡¡C "¦x¼qªº¨º³¡¤À«O«ù¬Û¹ï¦a©|¥¼³Q¤H¸I¹L¡A¦ý¬O§Ú­Ìªº·j´M¤p²Õ¨Sµo²{¿òÀe" ¡C
"I'm sorry, Hakase." Jun sat in a single chair before the desk, looking small and out of place in the oversized office. In her new civilian clothes, the ends of her hair still damp from a recent shower, she kept her hands folded in her lap and her knees tightly together. "We should have thought to take him back to the New Godphoenix, but in light of what we saw... we were distracted." She let her head drop. "Now Galactor may have his Birdstyle." / "¹ï¤£°_,Hakase". ¤»¤ë¦b®Ñ®à«eªº¤@±i³æ¤@´È¤l¤¤§¤, ¬Ý°_¨Ó«Ü¤p©MÂ÷¶}¦a¤è¦b³Q¯S¤j¸¹ªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¡C ¦b¦oªº·s¥­¥Áªº¦çªA , ¨Ó¦Û¤@¦¸³Ìªñªº°}«B¦oÀY¾vµM¦Ó·Ã®ðªºµ²§ô¤¤¡A¦oºòºò¦a¤@°_«O«ù¤F¦b¦oªº½¥»\©M¦oªº½¥¤¤³QºPÅ|ªº¦o¤â¡C "§Ú­ÌÀ³¸Ó­n·Qªº§â¥L±a¦^·sªº Godphoenix, ¦ý¬O¦b¥ú¤¤§Ú­Ì©Ò¬Ý¨£ªº¡C¡C¡C §Ú­Ì³Q¤À¤ß¡C"¦oÅý¦oªºÀY¤U­°¡C "²{¦b Galactor ¥i¯à¦³¥Lªº Birdstyle" ¡C
"No matter." Nambu waved that away. "I refitted one of Joe's old uniforms. Even if they do have and analyze it, they won't have any more information then they did when they found your shoe." Jun winced at that. "Nevertheless, I have all of you scheduled for a refitting in two weeks, and I've reset the Birdstyle transformation signal." / ¨S¦³¨Æ¥ó. Nambu ´§»R¨ºÂ÷¶}¡C "§Ú§ï¸Ë¤F³ìªºÂ¨îªA¤§¤@¡C §Y¨Ï¥L­Ì½T¹ê¦³¨Ã¥B¤ÀªR¥¦, ¥L­ÌµM«á±N¨S¦³¥ô¦óªº¸ê®Æ·í¥L­Ìµo²{§Aªº¾c®É­Ô¡A¥L­Ì°µ¡C"¤»¤ë¦b¨º¬ÈÁY¡C "µM¦Ó¡A§Ú¦b¤G­Ó¬P´Á¤¤¬°¤@­Ó§ï¸Ë¹w©w§A¥þ³¡³£¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¤w¸g­«·s³]©w Birdstyle Âà§Î«H¸¹" ¡C
"Why did you give him the old uniform? Did you suspect him?" / "§A¬°¤°»òµ¹¥Lªº¨îªA? §AÃhºÃ¥L¶Ü?"
Nambu waved again. "A time constraint," he said absently, and she frowned. "Now. Ken's report said that Gant was killed by a feather shuriken." / Nambu ¦A¤@¦¸´§»R¡C "¤@­Ó¦¸­­¨î",¥L¤ß¤£¦b²j¦a»¡¡A¦Ó¥B¦o½K¬ÜÀY¡C "²{¦b¡C ªÖ®¦ªº³ø§i»¡¤F Gant ³Q¦Ð¤ò shuriken ±þ¤F¡C"
"Yes." / "¬Oªº".
"None of you threw feather shuriken on this mission?" / "§A¨S¦³¤@­Ó¥á¦b³o¤@­Ó¥ô°È¤Wªº¦Ð¤ò shuriken"?
"No, Hakase. We rarely use them anyway, and they became so much Joe's trademark that it no longer seems right. Especially now. We didn't think to take the evidence with us, things happened so fast. I'm certain the feather was one of his." / "¤£,Hakase¡C §Ú­Ì«Ü¤Ö¦aµL½×¦p¦ó¨Ï¥Î¥L­Ì¡A¦Ó¥B¥L­ÌÅܦ¨¦p¦¹ªº«Ü¦h³ì°Ó¼Ð¥H­P©ó¥¦¤£¦A¦ü¥G¥¿½T¡C ¤×¨ä²{¦b¡C §Ú­Ì¨S¦³·Q©M§Ú­Ì±Ä¨úÃÒ¾Ú,¨Æª«µo¥Í¦p¦¹ªº§Ö³t¡C §Ú¬O¯S©wªº¥L¦Ð¤ò¬O¤@¡C"
Nambu shook his head. "That doesn't mean much in itself. There is a collector's market for your spent weapons. People scavenge them once the fighting ends." / Nambu ·nÀY¡C "¨º¤£§ó¥[¥»¨Ó·N¿×¡C ¬°§Aªºªá¶OªZ¾¹¦³»`¶°®aªº¥«³õ¡C ¤@¥¹¾Ô°«µ²§ô¡A¤H­Ì¥´±½¥L­Ì¡C"
"Whoever threw it knew how," Jun countered quietly. "The shuriken wouldn't have killed Getz--Gant--so quickly unless the poison gas charge had deployed, so the gas charge had either been unused or hadn't fired the first time the feather had been thrown. Also, the point of the shuriken had been imbedded deep in his throat, which is a difficult target to hit with any degree of force." In her mind's eye, she saw the weapon sunk straight to the feathering; by her assessment, the tip of the blade had probably struck bone. / " ¥ô¦ó¤H¥á¥¦ª¾¹D¦p¦ó",¤»¤ë¦wÀR¦a¨î¤î¡C "shuriken ¤£·|±þ Getz--Gant-- ¦p¦¹ªº§Ö°£«D¬rÃĥ˴µ¶O¥Î¤w¸g®i¶}¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥Ë´µ¶O¥Î¤w¸g¤£¬O¤£¥Îªº´N¬O¨S¦³ÂI¿U²Ä¤@©w®É¦Ð¤ò¤w¸g³Q¥á¡C ¦P®É, shuriken ªºÂI¤w¸g³Q¨Ï´¡¤J¥Lªº«|³ï²`³B,¬O¥H¥ô¦óªº¤O¶qµ{«×¸I¼²ªº¤@­Ó§xÃøªº¥Ø¼Ð¡C"¦b¦oªº·Q¹³¤O¤¤¡A¦o¬Ý¨£³Q¨I¸¨¹ï¨º­Ó¦Ð¤òªºª½½uªZ¾¹; Âǵۦoªºµû¦ô¡A¤M¾Wªº³»ºÝ¥i¯à¤w¸g¥´°©ÀY¡C
"You reported that later Dr. Rafael had demonstrated he could throw the shuriken with proficiency. He mentioned that he had several." / "§A³ø§i¤F¸û¿ðªº Rafael ³Õ¤h¤w¸g¥Ü½d¥L¥i¥H¥Îºë³q¥á shuriken ¡C ¥L´£¨ì¤F¥L¦³¤@¨Ç¡C"
"Yes. He knew how to handle the shuriken, but he didn't throw it with any force. The feather barely stuck where it hit." Jun shook her head. "I suspect he has people working for him; people we didn't see. He was a big man--tall, with broad shoulders--but I don't think he could have done it all. He certainly couldn't have rescued Ken from the burning Eagle Sharp like he claimed." / "¬Oªº¡C ¥Lª¾¹D¤F¸Ó¦p¦ó³B²z shuriken ¡A¦ý¬O¥L¨S¦³¥Î¥ô¦óªº¤O¶q¥á¥¦¡C ¦Ð¤ò´X¥GªþµÛ¥¦¸I¼²ªº¦a¤è¡C"¤»¤ë·nÀY¡C "§ÚÃhºÃ¥L¬°¥LÅý¤H¤u§@; ¤H­Ì§Ú­Ì¨S¦³¬Ý¨£¡C ¥L¬O¤jªº¨k¤H--°ªªº,ÂǥѤj½d³òªºªÓ--¦ý¬O§Ú¤£»{¬°¥LÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H³Q¥þ³¡°µ¥¦¡C ¥L½T©w¦a´N¤£·|±Ï¥X¨Ó¦Û¿NÆNªºªÖ®¦¾U§Qªº¦PÃþ¤F¥L«ÅºÙ¡C"
Nambu stopped pacing and sat. Propping his elbows on his desk, folding his hands and leaning toward her, he regarded Jun with a calculating stare. "I've heard the others' accounts," he said. "Tell me. Do you believe it was Joe?" / Nambu °±¤î¿â¨B¦Ó¥B§¤µÛ¡C ¹ï©ó¦o¤ä¼µ¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à¡A§éÅ|ªº¥L¤â¦Ó¥B¶É±×¤Wªº¥L¤â¨y,¥L¥Î¤@­Ó­pºâª`µøµø¬°¤»¤ë¡C " §Ú¤w¸gÅ¥¨ì¥t¤@­Ó¸ÑÄÀ",¥L»¡¡C "§i¶D§Ú¡C §A¬Û«H¥¦¬O³ì¶Ü?"
Jun's eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly and she nearly recoiled as if his words had been an accusation rather than an honest question. "I--I want to believe it," she said softly, looking down at her folded hands. "I really want to believe he's alive, but it doesn't make sense. Why wouldn't he have contacted us directly, if only to warn us away?" / ¤»¤ëªº²´·úÂX¤j, ¦oªº¼L¨Ç·L¦a¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B¦o´X¥G°h«o¡A¦n¹³¥L©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü¤w¸g¬O¤@­Ó«ü±±¨Ã«D¤@­Ó¸Û¹êªº°ÝÃD¡C "§Ú-- §Ú·Q­n¬Û«H¥¦",¦o¬X©M¦a»¡,©¹¤U¬Ý³QºPÅ|¤âªº¦o¡C "§Ú¯uªº·Q­n¬Û«H¡A¥L¬¡µÛ¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¤@ÂI¹D²z¤]¨S¦³¡C ¥L¬°¤°»ò¤£¤w¸gª½±µ¦a³sµ¸§Ú­Ì, ¦pªG¤£®Æ³º·|ĵ§i§Ú­ÌÂ÷¶}?"
The interview ended, and with her shoulders sagging, Jun walked out of the office to find Jinpei leaning against the opposite wall, waiting. When he saw her, he pushed away from the wall and walked beside her until they reached the elevator. / ­±½Íµ²§ô¡A¦Ó¥B¥Ñ©ó¦oªºªÓ¤U««¡A¤»¤ë¨«¥X¿ì¤½«Çµo²{­Ê¾a¬Û¤ÏªºÀð¾À¡Aµ¥­Ô ªº Jinpei ¡C ·í¥L¬Ý¨£¤F¦oªº®É­Ô,¥L»·Â÷Àð¾À±À°Ê¦Ó¥B¦b¦o®ÇÃ䨫¸ôª½¨ì¥L­Ì¨ì¹F¹q±è¡C
"Are you okay, Oneechan?" / " §A¬O¦n,Oneechan"?
She nodded slowly. / ¦oÂIÀY±oºCºC¡C
"He asked you about Joe too, didn't he?" / " ¥L°Ý§AÃö©ó³ìªº¨Æ¤]¡A¥L¤£¨S¦³¶Ü"?
"I don't want to talk about it." She jabbed at the button for their floor, then startled as she felt his small arms wrap around her middle. Silently she returned his hug and held him tightly, watching the numbers on the panel as the elevator descended. / "§Ú¤£·Q­n½Í½×¥¦" ¡C ¦o¹ï©ó¥L­Ìªº¦aªO¦b¶s¦©ÂW, µM«á¾_Åå·í¦o¦b¦oªº¤¤¥¡©P³ò·Pı¥Lªº¤p¤âÁu¥~®M¡C ÀqÀq¦a¦oºòºò¦aÂkÁÙ¤F¥Lªº¾Ö©ê¦Ó¥B®»¦í¤F¥L, ¬Ý¦b»ö¿öªO¤Wªº¼Æ¦r·í¹q±è­°¡C
--16--
Waves crashed against jagged rocks beneath a cloudless sky. A small yellow plane puttered overhead while a park guide, droning through her script, led a group of tourists off a small ferry and past the gates of the Alamo Prison. / ªi®ö¦b´¸®Ôªº¤ÑªÅ¤§¤U¼Y·´¹ï§Ü¿÷¾¦§Îªº©¥¥Û¡C ¤@­Ó¤pªº¶À¦â­¸¾÷µLºë¥´¨¼¦a¤u§@¤FÃB¥~¶}¾P·í¤@­Ó¤½¶é«ü¤Þªº®É­Ô, droning ¬ï¶V¦oªº¤â¼gÅé,¦b¤@¿´¤pªº´ç½ü¥~©M¶V¹L¥Õ·¨ºÊº»ªºªù¤Þ¾É¤@¸sÆ[¥ú«È¡C
Joe watched the tourists file past, then taking care not to be seen by the guide, slipped in behind them and darted in the opposite direction, across the prison yard. As he moved along concrete walls sprinkled with grafitti, he could already feel the resonance of power beneath his feet, vibrations from some sort of activity. / ³ì¬ÝÆ[¥ú«ÈÀÉ®×¹L¥h, µM«á¤p¤ß¤£³Q«ü¤Þ¬Ý¨ì, ·Æ­Ë¦b¥L­Ì«á­±¦Ó¥B¦b¬Û¤Ïªº¤è¦V¤¤§ë®g,¶V¹LºÊº»½X¡C ·í¥L²¾°Ê¤F»P¶î¾~¤@°_Åxªº¦V«e¨ãÅ骺Àð¾À®É­Ô,¥L¥i¥H¤w¸g¦b¥Lªº¸}¤§¤U·Pı¤O¶qªº¦@»ï,¨Ó¦Û¬¡°Êªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬ªº¾_°Ê¡C
Unlike Easton Island, this time he had a map which included maintenance accessways not shown on the tour. Surely the Syndicate had engineered one or two of those accessways into passages from their installation to the surface. Joe began his search on the west side, listening and feeling carefully along the doors and corridors, hoping for some sign that he was getting closer to the activity downstairs. He found it on the north side, in what had once been the prison kitchen. The door was heavily armored, but the lock yielded quickly enough, and soon Joe was on his way below ground level. / ¤£¹³ Easton ®q¡A³o¦¸¥L¦³¤F¤@±i¥]¬A¤F¤£³Q¦b®È¹C¤WÅã¥ÜªººûÅ@ accessways ªº¦a¹Ï¡C ·íµM¥ø·~Áp¦X¤w¸g³]­p¨º¨Ç accessways ¤¤ªº¤@©Î¤G¶i±q¥L­Ìªº¦w¸Ë¨ìªí­±ªº³q¹D¡C ³ì¤p¤ß¦aªuµÛªù©M¨«´Y¶}©l¤F¦b¦è¤èÃä¡AÅ¥¦Ó¥B·Pı¤Wªº¥L·j´M,§Æ±æ¥L¥¿¦bÅܤñ¸û¾aªñ¨ì¬¡°Ê¼Ó¤Uªº¤@¨Ç²Å¸¹¡C ¥L¦bÃä¥_³¡¤Wµo²{¥¦,¦b´¿¸g¤w¸g¬OºÊº»¼p©ÐªºªF¦è¡C ªù«Ü­«ªZ¸Ë¡A¦ý¬OÂê«Ü§Ö¦a¨¬°÷²£¥Í¡A¦Ó¥B«Ü§Ö³ì¦b³~¤¤¬O¦b¤g¦aªº¤ô·Ç¤U­±¡C
The walls changed from musty stone and cinderblock to brushed steel, lit by spotlights that dimmed regularly as some sort of manufacturing cycle drained the power. His enhanced hearing picked up a distant grinding noise and he felt the vibration of heavy machinery. As he followed these signs he found the number of soldiers in the area increased as he neared the source. / Àð¾À§ïÅܱqµo¾`ªº¥ÛÀY©M·Ñ´í¿j¨ì²¨¨ê¿û, ³Q¦p³Q±Æ¥X·¾¥~¤O¶qªº¤@¨ÇºØ»s³y·~ªº©P´Á¸g±`¦a·t²HªºµJÂIµo«G¡C ¥Lªº¥i´£°ªªºÅ¥ÃÒ·|¬B°_»·ªº¬ã¿i¾¸­µ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L·Pı¤F­«ªº¾÷¾¹¾_°Ê¡C ·í·í¥Lªñªº¤F¨Ó·½ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¸òÀH¤F¥L¦b³Q¼W¥[ªº°Ï°ì¤¤µo²{­x¤Hªº¼Æ¦r³o¨Ç²Å¸¹¡C
At last, a double door with tiny glass portholes revealed the work site he'd been looking for. An enormous drill, like one used to dig subway tunnels, pointed straight down and kicked up dirt in its wake. / ³Ì«á¡A©M³QÅã¥Ü¤u§@ªº·¥¤p¬Á¼þ²ìµ¡ªº¤@­Ó¨âÃä¶}ªºªù¦ì©ó¥L¤w¸g§ä´M¡C ¤@­Ó¥¨¤jªºÆp¤Õ¾÷, ¹³¤@¹L¥h¤@ª½«õ¦a¤UÅKÀG¹D,µ§ª½¦a«ü¤U¨Ó¦Ó¥B½ð°_¥¦ªº¦u©]¦Ã«¯¡C
Okay, so they're digging. Why? They could be expanding the base, building a tunnel for a missile like the Garender he'd just destroyed, tunneling down to the mantle again or operating on a new option. The conversations of the men shouting over the noise of the drill offered little, so Joe placed a small tracer behind a light panel, then left the work area, striking out to explore. / ¦n¡A¦]¦¹¥L­Ì¥¿¦b«õ¡C ¬°¤°»ò? ¥L­Ì¥i¯àÂX±i°ò¦,¬°¹³¥L¦³­è­è¯}Ãaªº Garender ¤@¼Ëªº¤@­Ó­¸¼u«Ø¿vÀG¹D, ³z¯Ç¦A¤@¦¸åP¸¨¨ì¦a²[©Î¦b·sªº¿ï¶µ¤W¾Þ§@¡C ¦bÆp¤Õ¾÷ªº¾¸­µ¤§¤W©I³Û ªº¨k¤H¥æ½Í¤Ö´£¨Ñ¡A¦]¦¹¡A³ì©ñ¸m¤F¦b»´ªº»ö¿öªO«á­±ªº¤@­Ó¤pªº°lÂܪÌ, µM«á¯d¤U¤F¤u§@°Ï°ì, ¥´À»¥X±´¨s¡C
As he moved toward what he perceived to be the core of the base, the corridors became more ornate, with rich carpet on the floors, ceilings studded with crystal chandeliers and the walls finished in burgundy and trimmed with gold. Something felt odd here. Now that he was away from the vibration of the drills, an eerie hissing resonated along his nerves--not quite a sound, not quite a feeling, but a combination of the two. His first instinct was to get away, but he paused and waited, leaning against the wall in the shadow of a curving stairwell. Two guards moved past him, jogging with their guns held at the ready. Had they detected him, or were they just changing shift? After several minutes of watching quietly, Joe went on. / ·í¥L¹ï©ó¥L·Pı¬O°ò¦ªº®Ö¤ß²¾°Êªº®É­Ô,¨«´YÅܱo§ó¸Ë¹¢ªº,ÂǥѦb¦aªO¤Wªº´I¦³¦a´à¡A¤ÑªáªO¥H¤ô´¹ªº¦Q¿O©M¦b¬õµµ¦â¤¤³Q§¹¦¨¨Ã¥B¥H¶Àª÷¾ã²zªºÀð¾À§Gº¡Áû²É¡C ¬Y¨Æ¦b³o¸Ìı±o©_¼Æ¡C ¬JµM¥L»·Â÷Æp¤Õ¾÷ªº¾_°Ê,©Ç½Ïªºµo¥X¼R¼RÁnªuµÛ¥Lªº¯«¸g¦@»ï-- ¤£¬Û·í¤@ºØÁn­µ, ¤£¬Û·í·Pı , ¦ý¬O¤@­Ó²Õ¦X¨º¤G¡C ¥Lªº²Ä¤@¥»¯à¬O°kÂ÷¡A¦ý¬O¥L¼È°±¦Ó¥Bµ¥­Ô,­Ê¾aÅs¦±ªº¼Ó±è¤«ªº¼v¹³Àð¾À¡C ¤G­Ó¦u½Ã²¾°Ê¤F¹L¥h¥L,©M¥L­ÌªººjºC¶]®³µÛ¦b²{ª÷¡C ¥L­Ìµo²{¥L¤F,©Î¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¶È¶È§ïÅÜÅܤƶܶÜ? ¦b¦wÀR¦a¬Ýªº¦n´X¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡A³ìÄ~Äò¡C
As he continued, the hissing grew louder and more uncomfortable. The brightly lit corridors here made it harder to move unseen, and his instincts warned him to back away, to get out of there. Surely he had enough information for Rafael. He had at least enough to confirm the doctor's suspicions and form a basis for a plan. Still a growing curiosity forced him on. / ·í¥LÄ~Äòªº®É­Ô,¨º­Óµo¥X¼R¼RÁnÅܱo§ó¤jÁn©M§ó¤£µÎªA¡C ©ú«G¦aµo«Gªº¨«´Y¦b³o¸Ì¨Ï²¾°Ê¬O§xÃø¥¼¨£¹L¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¥»¯àĵ§i¤F¥L°hÁY , ¦b¨º¸ÌÂ÷¶}¡C ·íµM¥L¬° Rafael ¦³¤F¥R¨¬ªº¸ê®Æ¡C ¥L¦Ü¤Ö¨¬°÷¦³¬°¤@­Ó­p¹º½T©wÂå¥Íªº²qºÃ¦Ó¥B§Î¦¨¤@ºØ°ò¦¡C µM¦Ó¤@ºØ¼W¥[ªº¦n©_¤ß±j­¢¤F¥L¦b¤§¤W¡C
He found an ornate, carved double door where the hissing came louder and stronger than anywhere else. Nearly unbearable at this point, it grated against his nerves like tinfoil scraping teeth, and he shuddered. The hallway offered nowhere for him to conceal himself, so he turned to the ceiling: a small chandelier glittered in the center of a gilt-lined dome right before the doors. Better than nothing. He jumped straight up, bracing his arms and legs against the insides of the dome, contorting his body to get around the light fixture. Glass tinkled as his side brushed the tiny prisms of the chandelier, and he could feel the heat of the bulbs through his clothing. Breathing shallowly, he listened. / ¥Lµo²{¸Ë¹¢¡A¤ñ¥ô¦ó¦a¤è¤jÁn©M±j§§ªº¨º­Óµo¥X¼R¼RÁn¨Óªº¦³ÀJ¨èªº¨âÃä¶}ªºªù¡C ´X¥GµLªk§Ô¨ü¦¹®É¡A¥¦¹³¥µ±ó¤ú¾¦ ªº¿ü¯ÈÄl¿{¹ï§Ü¥Lªº¯«¸g¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¾Ô·X¡C ¨«´YµL³B´£¨ÑÅý¥LÁôÂÃ¥L¦Û¤v, ¦]¦¹¥LÂà¦V¤ÑªáªO: ¤@­Ó¤pªº¦Q¿O¦bªù¤§«e¥¿½T¦a¦bÁáª÷±Æ¦¨¤@¦æªº¶ê³»¤¤¤ß¤¤ÀéÄê¡C ¤ñ¸û¦nªº¶W¹L¨S¨Æ¡C ¥Lµ§ª½¦a¦V¤W¸õÅD,¤ä¼µ¹ï§Ü¶ê³»ªº¤º³¡¥L¤â©M»L, §á¥Lªº¨­Åé¶Ç¶}»´ªº©T©wª«¡C ·í¥Lªº¨­Ã䲨¨ê¤F¦Q¿Oªº·¥¤p¸WÃè¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥i¥H¸g¹L¥Lªº¦çªA²y²ô·Pı¨ì­«¤jÀ£¤Oªº®É­Ô¡A¬Á¼þµo¥X tinkle ªºÁnÅT¡C ²L¦a©I§l,¥LÅ¥¡C
GelSadora's voice came to him faintly, and his breath caught. "Yes, of course I realize the Kagaku Ninjatai are not to be underestimated. That's another difference between me and that idiot Katse." / GelSadora's ªºÁn­µ·L®z¦a¨«ªñ¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº©I§l®·®»¡C " ¬Oªº¡A·íµM§Ú¤F¸Ñ¡A Kagaku Ninjatai ¬O¤£³Q§C¦ô¡C ¨º¬O¦b§Ú©M¨º¥Õè Katse ¤§¶¡ªº¥t¤@ºØ¤£¦P¡C"
"That remains to be seen." That deeper, resonant voice startled Joe, and he nearly lost his purchase on the ceiling. That's X. He's here? He began to shiver steadily as the hissing came louder and louder, roaring through his body. Rafael said he'd keyed some system in me to detect him. X is really here! / "¨º«O«ù³Q¬Ý¨ì" ¡C ¨º§ó²`¤J¦a¡A¦@»ïªºÁn­µ¾_Åå¤F³ì¡A¦Ó¥B¥L´X¥G¥¢¥h¤F¦b¤ÑªáªO¤Wªº¥LÁʶR¡C ¨º¬O X ¥L¦b³o¸Ì?¡C ·í¨º­Óµo¥X¼R¼RÁn¨Ó±o¶V¨Ó¶V°ªÁnªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¶}©lí©w¦a¥´Å¸,¸g¹L¥Lªº¨­Åé§qÁn¡C Rafael »¡¤F¥L¦³¦b§Ú¸Ì­±Áä¤J¤@¨Ç¨t²Îµo²{¥L¡C X ¦b³o¸Ì¬O¯uªº!
"What is the basis of our next operation?" / "§Ú­Ìªº¤U­Ó¤â³Nªº°ò¦¬O¤°»ò"?
"Look at the screen, GelSadora. Our next project-- Wait!" The hissing stopped. Joe tensed. / "¬Ý¿Ã¹õ¡A GelSadora ¡C §Ú­Ìªº¤U­Ó­pµe-- µ¥­Ô!"¨º­Óµo¥X¼R¼RÁn°±¤î¡C ³ì©Ôºò¡C
Suddenly a supersonic squeal rang through the corridor, sending a white-hot spike of pain through Joe's skull. His vision clouded and both hands went numb. Joe cried out, both hands going to his head, and he fell. / ¬ðµM¤@Án¶W­µªiªº¦y¥s»ïÅT¹L¨«´Y,¸g¹L³ìªºÀY»\°©°eµh­Wªº¤@¤ä¥Õ¼öªºªø°v¡C ³±¶³±K§Gªº¥Lµø³¥©M¨â°¦¤âÅܳ¤ì¡C ³ì¤j¥s,¨R©ü¥LªºÀY ¨âªÌªº¤â,¦Ó¥B¥L¶^¸¨¡C
Right on top of the guard standing below. / ¦b¤U­±ªº¦b¯¸¥ß ªº¦u½Ã³»ºÝ¤WªºÅv§Q¡C
"There's an intruder!" X roared. "Call the guards!" / "¦³¤@­Ó«I¤JªÌ"! X §q¡C "¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¦u½Ã"!
Both men went sprawling. The soldier yelped and tried to simultaneously regain his feet and bring his gun to bear. Joe kicked out blindly and his foot met flesh. The Galactor hit the wall, dropped and lay unmoving. Inside the control room, GelSadora shouted, "Intruder on the grounds! Outside the command center! Deal with him!" / ¨â¦ì¨k¤H¥hÂX®i¡C ³Q¥s¦Ó¥B¹Á¸Õ¦P®É¦a¨ú¦^¥Lªº¸}¦Ó¥B±aµÛ¥Lªººj¨ì­x¤H§Ô¨ü¡C ³ìª¼¥Ø¦a½ð¥X¥h¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¸}¹J¨£¤F¦×¡C Galactor À»¤¤¤FÀð¾À, ­°§C¦Ó¥B©ñ¸m¤£²¾°Ê¡C ¦b±±¨î©Ð¶¡¸Ì¡A GelSadora ©I³Û,"¦b²z¥Ñ¤Wªº«I¤JªÌ! ¦b«ü¥O¤¤¤ßªº¥~­±! ³B²z¥L!"
An alarm shrieked. With a curse, Joe staggered to his feet and ran. He heard the footsteps behind him and willed himself to run faster, but X's attack had left him weak and clumsy. He heard gunfire, and a wide stripe of pain lashed across his back from his hip to opposite shoulder. His armor tightened, making his flight more awkward, and more shots drew a burning line across the back of his leg. Snarling, he found a weapon on his belt and threw it at the guards that materialized around him, and was rewarded with a strangled cry of pain. Coming to a dead end, he glanced up in time to see the open, unfinished vent shaft above him. Gathering himself, he leaped straight up and climbed the seamed metal walls, hearing the shouts dwindling behind him. / ¤@Ánĵ³ø¦y¥s¡C ÂǥѶA©G¡A³ìÂÚ¶\¨ì¥Lªº¸}¦Ó¥B¶]¡C ¥LÅ¥¨ì¦b¥L«á­±ªº¸}¨B¦Ó¥B³Q¨M·N¥L¦Û¤v¶]§ó§Ö³t¦a¡A¦ý¬O X's ªº³Q¦³§ðÀ»Åý¥L®zªº©M²Â©å¡C ¥LÅ¥¨ì¤FºjÀ»¡A¦Ó¥Bµh­Wªº¤@±ø¼eªº´³¯¾¶V¹L±q¥LªºÁv³¡¨ì¬Û¤ÏªºªÓ¥L­I³¡Ã@¥´¡C ¥Lªº²¯¥Ò°Çºò,¨Ï¥Lªº­¸¦æ§ó²Â©å,¦Ó¥B§ó¦hªºª`®g©Ô¾î¹L¥Lªº»L­I­±ªº¤@±ø¿U¿Nªº½u¡C §q¥s,¥L¥H¦b¥L©P³ò½á»P¹ê½è, ¦Ó¥B»Pµh­Wªº³Q°Ç¦ºªº­úÁn¤@°_¼ú½àªº¦u½Ãµo²{¦b¥Lªº±a¤l¤Wªº¤@­ÓªZ¾¹¦Ó¥B¥á¥¦¡C ¨ì¹F¤@­ÓºÉÀY, ¥L¿h°{¦b¤Î®É¤W­±¬Ý¨£¦b¥L¤W­±ªº¶}©ñ, ¥¼§¹¦¨ªº±Æ®ð¤f¶b¡C ¶°·|¥L¦Û¤v, ¥Lµ§ª½¦a¦V¤W¸õÅD¦Ó¥BÃkµn¨ºÁ_¦Xª÷ÄÝ»sªºÀð¾À,Å¥¦b¥L«á­±´î¤Ö ªº©I³Û¡C
Another squeal hit him and he grimaced, but the signal was much fainter now, the pain bearable. As he wound his way back to the surface, he heard screams above, meaning the guards must have materialized on the prison grounds, looking for him. He found a door and shoved it open into the startled faces of five green-suits waiting outside, but before they could react, he leaped over their heads, landing on the high stone wall that surrounded the compound. As they shouted and pointed, he glanced over his shoulder at the sharp rocks and crashing waves below. Then he turned and dove off the wall, wishing for the gliding power of his birdstyle, hoping he would make it past the rocks. / ¥t¤@Án¦y¥s¸I¼²¥L©M¥L§ê°­Áy¡A¦ý¬O«H¸¹²{¦b¬O«D±`·L®zªº, ¥i§Ô¨üªºµh­W¡C ·í¥L§â¥Lªº¤èªk¨ü¶Ë¦^ªí­±ªº®É­Ô,¥LÅ¥¨ì¦y¥sÁn¤W¤è,·N¿×¦u½Ã¤@©w´¿¸g¦bºÊº»²z¥Ñ¤W½á»P¹ê½è¹L¡A§ä´M¥L¡C ¥L¶i¤J¤­ªº³Q¾_Å媺Áy¤§¤ºµo²{¤F¤@®°ªù¦Ó¥B±ÀÀ½¤F¥¦°_¨Ó¶}©ñªº°_¨Óºñ¦âªº-¾A¦Xµ¥­Ô¥~­±,¦ý¬O¥L­Ì¥i¥H¤ÏÀ³¤§«e¡A¥L³Q¸õ¹L¥L­ÌªºÀY,¦b¥]³ò¤F²V¦Xª«ªº°ª¥ÛÀYÀð¾À¤Wµn³°¡C ·í¥L­Ì©I³Û©M¦yªº,¥L¦b¤U­±ªº¾U§Q©¥¥Û©Mµ´¹ïªºªi®öÂsÄý¥LªºªÓ¡C µM«á¥LÂà¦V©M¦bÀð¾À¥~ÂF¤l,´Á±æ¥Lªº birdstyle ªº·Æ°Ê¹q·½, §Æ±æ¥L±N·|¨Ï¥¦¹L¥h©¥¥Û¡C
His body crashed into the water, sinking several feet before he bobbed to the surface, then turned back to the mainland, swimming with powerful strokes. The waves battered and pounded him, slapping his face when he tried to surface for air, but at the same time, concealing him in the churning foam. The current tried to drag him back. But at last he fought his way to a rock on the opposite shore and pulled himself onto it, chest heaving. He stayed there and watched the sun set over the base before he climbed up the rocks to safety. / ¥Lªº³QåP¸¨¤ôªº¨­Åé,¨I¨S¦b¥L«eªº¤@¨Ç¸}¹ïªí­±®¶°Ê, µM«á§é¦^¨ì¤j³°,¥H¦³¤Oªºµ§¹º´åªa¡C ªi®öºV¥´¦Ó¥B±j¯P¥´À»¤F¥L, ¥X©_¦a§Ö¥LªºÁy·í¥L¸ÕµÛ¬°ªÅ®ð¤É¦Ü¤ô­±ªº®É­Ô, ¦ý¬O¦P®É,¦bÅͨŪwªjÁôÂÃ¥L¡C ´é¬y¸ÕµÛ§â¥L©ì©Ô¦^¨Ó¡C ¦ý¬O³Ì«á¥L¦b¥¦¤§¤W¥´¥M¤F¦b¬Û¤Ïªº®ü©¤¤Wªº¨ì¤@¶ô©¥¥Ûªº¥L¸ô¦Ó¥B©Ô¤F¥L¦Û¤v,¯Ý¥Î¤OÁ|°_¡C ¥L¦b¨º¸Ì°±¯d¨Ã¥B¬Ý¤Ó¶§³]©w¦b°ò¦¤§¤W¥H«e¥L³Qª¦¤W¹ï¦w¥þªº©¥¥Û¡C
A bearded man pushing an ancient shopping cart full of garbage bags eyed him warily as Joe stood at a public phone booth, waiting to be relayed through to Rafael. He'd traded his tattered combat suit for a sweatshirt, jeans and a jacket, all overpriced from local tourist shops--at this point he was beginning to appreciate the indestructible qualities of his old ISO uniforms. / ²´ªº¤@­Ó±À°Ê¤@­Ó»·¥jªº¥Rº¡©U§£ªºÁʪ«¨®³U¤l ªº¦³Å½¨k¤H¥L¯d¤ß¦a·í³ì¦b¤@­Ó¤½²³ªº¹q¸Ü«F¯¸¥ß, µ¥­Ô³Q±µ´À¸g¹L¨ì Rafael¡C ¥L¦³¬°¤@­Ó¹B°Ê­m¡A¤û¥J¿Ç©M¤@¥ó§¨§J¥æ©ö¤F¥Lªº¯}Äê¾Ô°«¶D³^,¥þ³¡±q¦a¤è¹C«Èªº°Ó©±©w»ù¹L°ª--¦¹®É¥L¥¿¦b¶}©l·P¿E¥LªºÂ°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¨îªAªº¤£¯à¯}Ãaªº«~½è¡C
After a final series of clicks, he heard a familiar voice: "Rafael here." / ¦b¤@³Ì«áªº¨t¦CÂIÀ»¤§«á¡A¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F¤@ºØ¼ô±xªºÁn­µ: "¦b³o¸Ìªº Rafael".
"I'm in the city," Joe said. "The beacon's planted. And X is here, Doctor. He knew I was close." / " §Ú¦b«°¥«¤¤",³ì»¡¡C "³QºØ´Óªº«H¸¹¡C ¦Ó¥B X ¦b³o¸Ì,Âå¥Í¡C ¥L»{ÃѤF§Ú¬O±µªñªº¡C"
"How did he react?" / "¥L¦p¦ó¤ÏÀ³"?
"He hit me with some kind of sonic attack. I can't get near him." / "¥L¥Î­µªiªº§ðÀ»¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬¸I¼²§Ú¡C §Ú¤£¯à¨ì¹F¦b¥Lªºªþªñ¡C"
"Don't even try," Rafael said quickly. "Just stay put for now. I want you back here, but they might be watching for you. Lie low, look around and play tourist until I contact you again." / "¤£­n¬Æ¦Ü¸Õ",Rafael »¡±o«Ü§Ö¡C "¥¿ª½ªº°±¯d¬°²{¦b©ñ¡C §Ú·Q­n§A«á­±ªº³o¸Ì¡A¦ý¬O¥L­Ì¥i¯à¯d·N§A¡C ª½¨ì§Ú¦A¤@¦¸³sµ¸§A¡A½öµÛ§C, ¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¦Ó¥Bª±Æ[¥ú«È¡C"
"I'll phone you. My radio's broken." / "§Ú±N¥´¹q¸Üµ¹§A¡C ¥´¯}ªº§Ú¦¬­µ¾÷¡C"
"Wait until Sunday at least. Be careful." / "¦Ü¤Öµ¥­Ô¨ì¬P´Á¤é¡C ­n¤p¤ß¡C"
The phone clicked, leaving a dial tone. After all this work, he was left waiting again, hiding. With a growl, Joe slammed the receiver back onto its hook and stalked back down the dark street. / ¹q¸Ü«ö, ¯d¤U¤@­Óµo°T¡C ¦b©Ò¦³ªº³o¤@­Ó¤u§@¤§«á¡A¥L³Q¯d¤U¦A¤@¦¸µ¥­Ô¡AÂáC ÂǥѤ@­Ó§pÁn¡A¦b¥¦ªº¹_¤§¤W§â±µ¦¬¾¹²rµMÃö¤W¦^¨Ó¦Ó¥B®¨®¨¾aªñªº³ìªu¶Â·tªºµó¹D¦V¤U¦^¡C
Julia stretched in her chair, wincing at the pain in her side. She'd received three days off to rest after her encounter with the Syndicate spy within ISO headquarters, a meeting that had given her a hematoma and two cracked ribs. Taken off active duty for a month, she was restricted to desk work, but she couldn't complain. Thankfully she'd been absent when they brought in Getz's body, so she hadn't been forced to look at his dead face, at the accusation only she could see. After all, he had paid the ultimate price for unearthing that mole, not Julia, and now his corpse lay in a refrigerated drawer at the city morgue, pending notification of next of kin. / ¯ü²ú¨È¦b¦oªº´È¤l¤¤¦ù®i,¦b¦oªº¨­Ã䤤ªºµh­W¬ÈÁY¡C ¦b»P¥ø·~Áp¦Xªº¦o¬Û·|¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´Á`³¡¸Ì­±°»¹î¤§«á¡A¦o¤w¸g¦¬¨ì¤T¤Ñ°²¥ð®§, ¤@­Ó·|ij¤w¸gµ¹¦o¤@®Ú hematoma ©M¤G®Ú¯}¸Hªº¦Ø°©¡C ¬°¤@­Ó¤ë®³¨«¶}¿n·¥ªº³d¥ô,¦o³Q­­¨î¨ì®Ñ®à¤u§@¡A¦ý¬O¦o¤£¥i¥H©ê«è¡C ·í¥L­Ì¤Þ¶i Getz's ªº¨­Åé®É­Ô¡A¼y©¯¦a¦o¤w¸g¯Ê®u¡A¦]¦¹¡A¦o¨S¦³¤£±o¤£¬Ý¥Lªº¦ºÁy,¦b«ü±±¤£¹L¦o¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¡C ²¦³º¡A¥L¤w¸g¬°µo±¸¨º¤@­Óµi¦Ó¤£¬O¯ü²ú¨È¥I¥X¥N»ù¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥Lªº«ÍÅé¦b«°¥«³¯«Í©Ò¦b©ó¤@­Ó³Q©â±P§N«oªº,·í¿Ë±­ªº¤U¤@­Óªº³qª¾®É­Ô¡C
As she straightened to look back at her computer screen, the phone rang. Without looking at it, she snagged the receiver and put it to her ear. "Evers." / ·í¦o§Ëª½¦^¬Ý¦oªº¹q¸£¿Ã¹õªº®É­Ô,¹q¸Ü»ïÅT¡C ¤£¬Ý¥¦¡A¦o²Ê¿i¤F±µ¦¬¾¹¦Ó¥B©ñ¤F¥¦¨ì¦oªº¦Õ¦·¡C "´¿¸g".
"Julia, it's Mike. How're you doing?" / "¯ü²ú¨È,¥¦¬O³Á¥i¡C How're §A°µ?"
"Oh, I'm all right, though there has to be an easier way to get paid time off in this outfit." She smiled. / "®@,§Ú¬O¨SÃö«Y , ÁöµM¦b¨º¸Ì¥²¶·¬O¤@­Ó¸û®e©öªº¤èªk¦b³o¤@­Ó¥Î¨ã¤¤±o¨ìÁÙ²M®É¶¡". ¦o·L¯º¡C
The voice on the other end chuckled. "Yeah, there should be, but that's the price you pay for being indispensable." / ¦b³Q¦Y¦Yªº¯º¥t¤@ºÝ¤WªºÁn­µ¡C "¬Oªº,À³¸Ó¦³, ¦ý¬O§A¤ä¥I¤£¥i¯Ê¤Öªº¶O¥Î»ù®æ".
"I'll remember that. What can I do for you?" "I need you to come to my office as soon as you can break away--I want some input on an item I received today. Get up here, and we'll discuss it in more detail." / " §Ú±N°O±o¨º¡C §Ú¯à¬°§A°µ¤°»ò?"" §Ú»Ý­n§A¨ì¹F§Úªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤@¥¹§A¯à²æÂ÷ --§Ú·Q­n¦b§Ú¤µ¤Ñ¦¬¨ìªº¤@­Ó¶µ¥Ø¤Wªº¤@¨Ç¿é¤J¡C Äw³Æ³o¸Ì¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú­Ì±N§ó¸Ô²Ó¦a°Q½×¥¦¡C"
"I'll be right there." / " §Ú±N´N¦b¨º¸Ì" ¡C
Julia took an elevator to the 105th floor and walked past five guards and two administrative assistants to find Mike Oliva, chief administrator at the ISO building, pacing behind his desk, a panoramic view of the city behind him. When she closed the door behind her, he stopped and smiled wearily. / ¯ü²ú¨È±N¤@­Ó¹q±è±a¨ì 105 ¼Ó¨Ã¥B¨«¸ô¹L¥hªº¤­­Ó¦u½Ã©M¤G­ÓºÞ²zªº§U²zµo²{³Á¥i Oliva, ¥D­nªººÞ²z¤H¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´«Ø¿vª«,¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à«á­±¿â¨B,¦b¥L«á­±ªº«°¥«¥þ´ºªºµø³¥¡C ·í¦oÃö³¬¤F¦b¦o«á­±ªºªù®É­Ô,¥L¯h­Â¦a°±¤î¦Ó¥B·L¯º¡C
"By the way, thanks for the flowers," Julia said. "Irises are my favorite." / "¶¶«K¤@´£,¬°ªáÁÂÁÂ",¯ü²ú¨È»¡¡C "­i½¤¬O§Úªº³ßÅw¨Æª«" ¡C
He shook his head. "I thought they'd send you back to G-Town right away," he said, "But I'm glad they haven't." A small tape player sat on his desk. He pressed a button, popped the lid and took out a tiny cassette, holding it between thumb and middle finger. "This arrived in our mailroom an hour ago via Federal Express, addressed to Dr. Nambu. The return address is bogus, and there were no fingerprints on the package or the cassette. Listen to this and please tell me I'm not crazy." He pushed the tape back into the machine and pressed Play. / ¥L·nÀY¡C "§Ú·Q¡A¥L­Ì±N·|§â§A°e¦^ G- «°Âí¥ß¨è ",¥L»¡ ", ¦ý¬O§Ú«Ü°ª¿³¥L­Ì¤£¤w¸g". ¤@­Ó¤pªº¿ý­µ±a¹B°Ê­û§¤¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à¤W¡C ¥L«ö¤F¤@­Ó«ö¶s,¨ú¥X»\¤l¦Ó¥B¨ú¥X¤@­Ó·¥¤pªº¥d±a, ´¤¦í¦b©æ«ü©M¤¤«ü¤§¶¡ªº¥¦¡C "³o¸g¥ÑÁp¨¹ªº§Ö»¼¦b¤@­Ó¤p®É¥H«e©è¹F§Ú­Ìªº mailroom,¹ï Nambu ³Õ¤hºt»¡¡C ¦^¦æªº¦í§}¬O°²ªº, ¦Ó¥B¨S¦³¦b¥]»q©Î¥d±a¤Wªº«ü¯¾¡C Å¥¨ì³o¦Ó¥B½Ð§i¶D§Ú§Ú¤£¬Oµo¨gªº¡C"¥L¶i¤J¾÷¾¹©M¯Ê¤Öªº¹CÀ¸¤§¤º§â¿ý­µ±a±À°Ê¦^¨Ó¡C
Fifteen seconds of silence passed, then Julia's eyes went wide as a deep male voice began to speak, describing the base the Syndicate had planned for somewhere in San Frangelis. No static blocked the voice here, and the familiarity brought rows of goose bumps standing at attention along her arms. / ¤Q¤­¬íªº³Q³q¹Lªº¨HÀq,·í¤@ºØ²`ªº¨k©ÊÁn­µ¶}©l»¡ªº®É­Ô¡AµM«á¯ü²ú¨Èªº²´·ú¼sÁï¦a¥h, ´y­z¥ø·~Áp¦X¤w¸g­pµeªº°ò¦¬°¬Y³B¦b®áªe Frangelis ¤¤¡C ¨S¦³ÀR¹qªý¶ë¤FÁn­µ³o¸Ì¡A¦Ó¥B³Q±a±ÆªºÃZ¿Ë±KªuµÛ¦oªº¤âÁu¸I¼²¦bª`·N¯¸¥ß¡C
The recording stopped. The button popped up on its own. / ¿ý­µ°±¤î¡C ¶s¦©¾a¥¦¦Û¤v¥X²{¡C
"You're not crazy," Julia said. "Or we both are." / "§A¤£¬Oµo¨gªº",¯ü²ú¨È»¡¡C "©Î§Ú­Ì­Ç³£¬O" ¡C
Mike sighed, straightening his sharp grey suit. "I will never forget that voice, or the day G2 pulled us out of that hostage situation in our Chicago satellite office. Nasty customer." He shook his head. "But this can't be him. I'd toss this as a prank, but I don't want to risk throwing away this information as well." "I agree with you. It sounds just like him, Julia said. "This isn't the first time. We have some other recordings we can compare this to. Recent ones," she added as he opened his mouth. "We have some theories." / ³Á¥i¼Û®§, ÁBª½¥Lªº¾U§Q¦Ç¦âªº¶D³^¡C "§Ú±NµLªk§Ñ°O¨º¤@ºØÁn­µ,©Î¤Ñ G2 ¦b§Ú­ÌªºªÛ¥[­ô¤H³y½Ã¬P¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤§â§Ú­Ì±q¨º¤@ºØ¤H½è±¡§Î©Ô¥X¨Ó¡C ¦Ã©ªº®ø¶OªÌ¡C"¥L·nÀY¡C "¦ý¬O³o¤£¯à¬O¥L¡C §Ú±N·|§ëÂY³o¦p¤@³õ´c§@¼@¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¤£·Q­n«_µÛ¤]¥á±ó³o¸ê®Æªº¦MÀI¡C""§Ú¦P·N§A¡C ¥¦Å¥°_¨Ó´N¹³¥L¤@¼Ë,¯ü²ú¨È»¡¡C "³o¤£¬O²Ä¤@¦¸¡C §Ú­Ì¦³§Ú­Ì¯à¤ñ¸û³o©Mªº¤@¨Ç¨ä¥Lªº¿ý­µ¡C ³Ìªñªº¤@¨Ç,"·í¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº¼L®É­Ô¡A¦o¼W¥[¡C "§Ú­Ì¦³¤@¨Ç²z½×" ¡C
"What theories?" / " ¤°»ò²z½×"?
"That Joe has an admirer or group of admirers trying to carry on in his stead. That it might be a prank leading us on. I think this tape should reach Dr. Nambu, and with your permission, I'll deliver it myself." / "¨º³ì¦³´Ü¨ØªÌ©Î¸sÅ骺´Ü¨ØªÌ¹Á¸Õ¦b¥Lªº¥N´À¤¤Ä~Äò¡C ­þ¤@¥¦¥i¯à¬O¤@³õ»â¥ý§Ú­Ì ªº´c§@¼@¦b¤§¤W¡C §Ú»{¬°¡A³o¤@±²¿ý­µ±aÀ³¸ÓÁpµ¸ Nambu ³Õ¤h¡A¦Ó¥B¥Ñ©ó§Aªº³\¥i¡A§Ú±N»¼°e¥¦§Ú¦Û¤v¡C"
Two hours later, Julia stood beside the door and watched Dr. Nambu pace. Behind his desk, a large screen showed the frowning face of Chief Anderson. On the table sat the tape player with the mysterious microtape inside. / ¤G¤p®É¤§«á, ¦bªù®ÇÃ䪺¯¸¥ß¯ü²ú¨È¦Ó¥B¬Ý Nambu ³Õ¤h¿â¨B¡C ¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à«á­±¡A¤@­Ó¤jªº¿Ã¹õÅã¥Ü¤F¥D­nªº¦w¼w»¹ªº½K¬ÜÀYÁy¡C ¦b®à¤l¤W§¤µÛ¤F¦³¯«¯µªº microtape ¦b¤ºªº¿ý­µ±a¹B°Ê­û¡C
"You have to admit," Nambu said, "That this isn't much information to go on, and it could be a trap or a prank. Whoever sent it wanted to get our attention, badly." / "§A¥²¶·©Ó»{",Nambu »¡ ",³o¤£¬O«Ü¦hªº¸ê®ÆÄ~Äò¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¥i¯à¬O¤@­Ó°é®M©Î¤@³õ´c§@¼@¡C ¥ô¦ó¤H°e¥¦·Q­n±o¨ì§Ú­Ìªºª`·N,ÄY­«¦a¡C"
Anderson spoke. "True, but consider this. The research institutions in northern San Frangelis are too valuable to lose. You know how much of the ISO's funding is centered there. If there's even one percent of truth to this claim, I think it's worth sending some of your operatives down to investigate. What is the Kagaku Ninjatai doing these days?" / ¦w¼w»¹»¡¡C "¯u¹êªº, ¦ý¬O¦Ò¼{³o¡C ¥_¤èªº®áªe Frangelis ªº¬ã¨s¾÷ºc¬O¤Ó¦³»ù­È¦ÓµLªk¥¢¥h¡C §Aª¾¹D¦h¤Ö°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªº¸êª÷Äw³Æ¦b¨º¸Ì³Q¶°¤¤¡C ¦pªG¨º¸Ì¬Æ¦Ü¦Ê¤À¤§¤@ªº¹ï³o¤@­Ó­n¨Dªº¨Æ¹ê,§Ú»{¬°¥¦¬O¤@¨Ç§AªºÂ¾­ûåP¸¨½Õ¬dªº­È±o°e¡C ³o¨Ç¼Æ¤Ñ°µ ªº Kagaku Ninjatai ¬O¤°»ò?"
Recovering from the last trap they were dumped into, and helping us reassess our security, Nambu thought, but let none of it show. "They've unearthed a base on Easton Island." / «ì´_¨º³Ì«á§x¦í¥L­Ì³Q¶É¨ø¶i¤J,¤§¤º¦Ó¥B¨Ï§Ú­Ì¦Aµû»ù§Ú­Ìªº¦w¥þ,Nambu ·Q, ¦ý¬OÅý¥¦¨S¦³¤@­ÓÅã¥Ü¡C "¥L­Ì¤w¸gµo±¸¦b Easton ®q¤Wªº¤@­Ó°ò¦" ¡C
"Send them to the city. See what they can find." / "°e¥L­Ì¨ì«°¥«¡C ¬Ý¨£¥L­Ì¯àµo²{ªº¡C"
"Chokan, they're highly visible, and they could be vulnerable. What if this message is merely a lure?" / "Chokan,¥L­Ì°ª«×¬Ý±o¨£¡A¦Ó¥B¥L­Ì¥i¯à¬O©ö¨ü¶Ë®`ªº¡C ¤°»ò¦pªG³o¤@­Ó°T®§¥u¬O¤@­Ó»ç?"
"It's something we can't afford to ignore." Something beeped offscreen, and Anderson glanced down at his wrist. "Speaking of which, I have a meeting with the council. Send your team to the city." The screen fuzzed then switched off. / "¥¦¬O¬Y¨Æ§Ú­Ì¤£¯à­t¾á¤£²z¸B" ¡C ¬Y¨Æ¹Í¹ÍÁn¤F offscreen ¡A¦Ó¥B¦w¼w»¹¦b¥Lªº¤âµÃ¿h°{¤U¨Ó¡C " »¡¨ì ,§Ú¦³¦³·|ijªº¤@­Ó·|ij¡C °e§Aªº¤p²Õ¨ì«°¥«¡C"¿Ã¹õµM«á§@µ³¤òª¬­¸´²¤ÁÂ_¡C
Nambu might have cursed, Julia thought. He bowed his head and his lips moved, but she heard nothing. Then he looked at her. "I'm sending another research team to Easton Island to see if they can find any other clues in the ruins," he said. "I want you to return to city headquarters and take charge of that investigation fom there. I want to know more about our mysterious benefactors. We will crack this." / Nambu À³¸Ó¥i¥H¶A©G,¯ü²ú¨È·Q¡C ¥LÅs¸y¤F¥LªºÀY¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº®B²¾°Ê¡A¦ý¬O¦o¤°»ò¤]¤£Å¥¨ì¡C µM«á¥L¬Ý¦o¡C "¦pªG¥L­Ì¯àµo²{·´·Àªº¥ô¦ó¨ä¥Lªº½u¯Á¡A§Ú¥¿¦b°e¥t¥~¬ã¨s¤p²Õ¨ì Easton ®q¬Ý¨£",¥L»¡¡C "§Ú·Q­n§A¦^¨ì«°¥«Á`³¡¦Ó¥B¦b¨º¸Ì´xºÞ¨º½Õ¬d fom ¡C §Ú·Q­nª¾¹D§ó¦h¦³Ãö§Ú­Ìªº¯«¯µ®¦¤H¡C §Ú­Ì±N§Ë¸H³o¡C"
"Yes sir." / " ¬Oªº¥ý¥Í".
As she turned to leave, Dr. Nambu opened a panel on his desk and pressed a button, activating the bracelets of the Kagaku Ninjatai. / ·í¦o·Ç³ÆÂ÷¶}ªº®É­Ô,Nambu ³Õ¤h¥´¶}¤F¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à¤Wªº»ö¿öªO¦Ó¥B«ö¤F¤@­Ó«ö¶s,±Ò°Ê Kagaku Ninjatai ªº¤âÅN¡C


Mere moments after the team's briefing, the New Godphoenix flew toward the West coast of Ameris, cruising at Mach 3 while Jun formulated a search method. The recording of Joe's voice hadn't been terribly specific. San Frangelis had once been two cities on opposite ends of the coastline, but over the years, a booming economy and high demand for space had linked a gap of over four hundred miles. The team would not have an easy time finding any Syndicate installation there until the destruction started. / ¤p²ÕªºÂ²³ø«á¤p´ò¤ù¨è¡A·sªº Godphoenix ¹ï©ó Ameris ªº¦è¤è®ü©¤­¸, ¦b Mach 3 ¨µ¯è·í¤»¤ë¨î©w¤F¤@­Ó·j´M¤èªkªº®É­Ô¡C ³ìªºÁn­µ¿ý­µ¤£¤w¸g¥i©È¯S©w¡C ®áªe Frangelis ´¿¸g¤w¸g¬O¦b®ü©¤½uªº¬Û¤Ïµ²§ô¤Wªº¤G®y«°¥«¡A¦ý¬O¦b¼Æ¦~¥H¨Ó¡A«æ³tµo®i¸gÀÙ©M¹ïªÅ¶¡ªº°ª­n¨D¤w¸g³s±µ¶W¹L¥|¦Ê­ùªº¤@­ÓÁ_»Ø¡C ª½¨ì¯}Ãa¶}©l¡A¤p²Õ±N·|¨S¦³®e©öªº®É¶¡¦b¨º¸Ìµo²{¥ô¦óªº¥ø·~Áp¦X¦w¸Ë¡C
A warning chimed on the forward console, signaling an incoming call. Ken hit the release button to find a dispatch scrolled on four of the forward screens onboard: "A train carrying nuclear materials has been hijacked in the Cascades area, ninety kilometers south of the town of Stillwater. Attackers are using sophisticated weaponry and what was described as a flying tank...." / ¤@­Óĵ§i¦b¦V«eªº±±¨îÂi¤W»ï,¶H¼x¤@­Ó¦¬¤J©I¥s¡C ªÖ®¦À»¤¤ÄÀ©ñ¶s¦©µo²{¦bªO¤l¤Wªº¦V«e¿Ã¹õ¤¤ªº¥|­Ó¤W³Q±²°Êªº¯S¬£: "Stillwater ªº«°Âí¦V«n¤è¤E¤Q¤½¨½³B¤@¦C·f¸ü®Ö¤lªº§÷®Æ ªº¤õ¨®¤w¸g¦b¤pÂr¥¬°Ï°ì¤¤³Q§T«ù¡C §ðÀ»ªÌ¥¿¦b¨Ï¥Î½ÆÂøªºªZ¾¹©M¤°»ò³Q´y­z¬°¤@­Ó­¸ªº¼Ñ...."
"There," Jinpei said. "That's where Galactor is." / "¨º¸Ì" ¡A Jinpei »¡¡C " ¨º¬O¦b­þ¸Ì Galactor ¬O".
"We're better off going there than chasing phantoms on the west coast," Ryu said. / "§Ú­Ì¶W¹L°l¦b¦è¤è®ü©¤¤Wªº¤Û¼v¦b¨º¸Ì¬O¸û¦nªº»·¥h",Ryu »¡¡C
Ken frowned. "Ryu, plot a course for Stillwater, full power. We're closer to them. We'll deal with them first." / ªÖ®¦½K¬ÜÀY¡C "Ryu,¬° Stillwater ­pµe½Ķ½Òµ{,§¹¥þªº¤O¶q¡C §Ú­Ì¤ñ¸û¾aªñ¥L­Ì¡C §Ú­Ì±N­º¥ý³B²z¥L­Ì¡C"
"Wait." The main screen flickered, and the forward view was replaced by an image of Dr. Nambu. "The Syndicate has surfaced in San Frangelis. Just two minutes ago, they commenced several attacks in the northwest bay area, wiping out a military outpost and a nuclear research facility. There were no survivors in either installation." The screen flashed a thankfully blurry image of crumbled buildings and strewn bodies. "We think they're continuing through the area." / "µ¥­Ô". ¥D­nªº¿Ã¹õ°{°Ê¡A¦Ó¥B¦V«eªºµø³¥³Q Nambu ³Õ¤hªº¤@­Ó¼v¹³´À´«¤F¡C "¥ø·~Áp¦X¤w¸g¦b®áªe Frangelis ¤É¦Ü¤ô­±¡C ¦b¤G¤ÀÄÁ¥H«e¶È¶È¡A¥L­Ì¦b®üÆW°Ï°ì¦è¥_³¡¤¤¶}©l¤@¨Ç§ðÀ»,À¿«ø¥X¤@­Ó­x¨Æ«e­ï©M®Ö¤lªº¬ã¨s³]³Æ¡C ¨S¦³¥ô¤@¦w¸Ëªº¥ÍÁ٪̡C" ¿Ã¹õ°{²{¤F±Y¼ìªº«Ø¿vª«ªº¤@­Ó¼y©¯¼Ò½kªº¼v¹³¦Ó¥B¼»º¡¨­Åé¡C "§Ú­Ì»{¬°¥L­Ì¥¿¦bÄ~Äò¹L°Ï°ì" ¡C
"Any ultimatum delivered? Reason for the attacks?" Ken said. / "¥ô¦óªº³Ì«á³q·Þ»¼°e? §ðÀ»ªº²z¥Ñ?"ªÖ®¦»¡¡C
"None given, but the pattern could give away their position." / "¨S¦³¤H³Qµ¹¡A¦ý¬O¨å«¬¥i¥H¤À°e¥L­Ìªº¦ì¸m" ¡C
"Roger," Ken said, but when the screen blinked back to the forward view. "Ryu, stay on course for Stillwater." / "ù³Ç", ªÖ®¦»¡, ¦ý¬O·í¿Ã¹õ¦V«á¦a¯w²´¨ì¦V«eªºµø³¥®É­Ô¡C "Ryu,¬° Stillwater °±¯d¦b½Òµ{¤W" ¡C
"But, we have orders--" / "¦ý¬O,§Ú­Ì¦³©R¥O--"
"We can handle both," Ken said. "Once we pass the site, we split up. I'll handle the train myself. The rest of you continue to San Frangelis and see what you can find." / "§Ú­Ì¯à³B²z¨âªÌ",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C " ¤@¥¹§Ú­Ì³q¹L¦ì¸m, §Ú­Ì¤ÀÂ÷¦b¤W­±¡C §Ú±N³B²z¤õ¨®§Ú¦Û¤v¡C §Aªº¨ä¾lªÌÄ~Äò¨ì®áªe Frangelis ¦Ó¥B½Õ¬d§A¯àµo²{ªº¡C"


"GelSadora," rumbled the alien, "Where is the intruder?" / "GelSadora",µo¶©¶©Án¤F¥~¹´ ",«I¤JªÌ¦b­þ¸Ì"?
"My men are pursuing him now, Sosai." GelSadora swallowed hard at the half-truth. The incompetent fools had lost him after a few minutes. The captain would pay for that. On the screen, X glowered at her but said nothing. "We did, ah, find something unusual on one of the casualties." From the folds of her purple robe, she produced a silver feather and held it up before the screen. "We found a similar one on our operative on Easton Island, but--" / "§Úªº¨k¤H¥¿¦b²{¦b°l¨D¥L,Sosai". GelSadora ¦b¤@³¡¬°¨Æ¹êªº»y§V¤O¦a§]¡C µL¯à¤Oªº·M¤H¦b¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¤w¸g¥¢¥h¥L¡C ²îªø±N·|¤ä¥I¨ºªº¶O¥Î¡C ¦b¿Ã¹õ¤W¡A X ¦b¦oÀü²´¦ý¬O¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¡C "§Ú­Ì°µ,°Ú,µo²{¦b·N¥~¨Æ¥ó¤§¤@¤Wªº¤£´M±`ªºªF¦è". ±q¦oªºµµ¦â¼eÃPªø³TªººP¼h¡A¦o¥Í²£¤F¤@®Ú»Èªº¦Ð¤ò¦Ó¥B®³µÛ¥¦¦b¿Ã¹õ¤§«e´£°ª¡C "§Ú­Ìµo²{¦b Easton ®q¤Wªº¦b§Ú­ÌªºÂ¾­û¤Wªº¤@­Ó¬Û¦üªº,¦ý¬O--"
X's image brightened, then shuddered violently. "Why wasn't I told this earlier?" / ÅÜ«Gªº X's ªº¼v¹³, µM«á¾Ô·X²r¯Pªº¡C " ¬°¤°»ò¤£¬O§Ú§i¶D³o¦­¨Ç®É­Ô"?
"Is something wrong, Sosai-sama?" / " ¦³¤ò¯f¬O,Sosai-sama"?
"Do you--do you realize what you are holding?" She had never heard her leader sputter before. "That weapon belongs to one of the Kagaku Ninjatai. Specifically, one who is supposed to be dead!" / "°µ§A--§A¤F¸Ñ§A¥¿¦b´¤¦íªº¶Ü"? ¦o¥H«e±q¥¼Å¥¨ì¦oªº»â³S©B¾º¡C "¨º¤@­ÓªZ¾¹ÄÝ©ó Kagaku Ninjatai ¤§¤@¡C ©ú½T¦a, ¤HÀ³¸Ó¦º!"
"But--" / "¦ý¬O--"
The alien's voice rose to a roar. "Find him immediately! Search the area around this base. I don't care if you have to tear down the entire city to do it, but find him and kill him!" / ¥~¹´ªºÁn­µ¤W¤É¨ì¤@Án§q¡C "¥ß¨èµo²{¥L! ¦b³o¤@­Ó°ò¦ªº©P³ò·j´M°Ï°ì¡C ¦pªG§A¥²¶·ªu¾ã­Óªº«°¥«¦V¤U¬y²\°µ¥¦, ¦ý¬Oµo²{¥L¦Ó¥B±þ¥L¡A§Ú¤£Ãö¤ß!"
Hastily, GelSadora bowed and fled the chamber. Behind her, the apparition of Sosai X flickered in agitation. "Impossible... impossible! There is only one man who can raise the dead, but he should be long dead himself!" / ¥^¦£¦a¡A GelSadora Ås¸y¨Ã¥B°k¥X·|ij«Ç¡C ¦b¦o«á­±¡A Sosai X ªº°­¦b¿E°Ê¤¤°{°Ê¡C "¤£¥i¯àªº¡C¡C¡C ¤£¥i¯àªº! ¥u¦³¤@­Ó¯à¤É°_¦º¥hªº¤H¨k¤H¡A¦ý¬O¥LÀ³¸Ó¬Oªøªº¦º¥L¦Û¤v!"


"Another coffee for you?" / "§Aªº¥t¥~©@°Ø"?
"Yeah." Joe didn't look up from the computer screen in the cybercafe. At his elbow, a fifteen year old waitress with spiky black hair, black lipstick and a right ear encrusted with silver loops snatched up his bill to see what he'd ordered. She scowled at the scrawl there. "So what did you have? Caffe Latte? Espresso, cappucino or mocha?" / "¬Oªº". ³ì¨S¦³¬Ý¦b±q¹q¸£ºôµ¸©@°ØÆUªº¿Ã¹õ¤W­±¡C ¦b¥Lªº¤â¨y¡A¦³¹ï»ÈªºÀô·P¨ì»\¦íªº¹D°v¤@¯ëªº¶Â¦âÀY¾v¡A¶Â¦âªº¤f¬õ©M¤@°¦¥k¦Õ¦·ªº¤@­Ó¤Q¤­·³¤kªA°È¥Í¦b¥Lªº±b³æ¤W­±¹Ü¨ú¬Ý¨£¥L¦³©R¥Oªº¡C ¦o½K¬ÜÀY¦b¨º¦b¨º¸Ì¼ã¯ó¦a¼g¡C "¦p¦¹§A¦³¤°»ò? Caffe ®³ÅK? ¿@ÁY©@°Ø¡A cappucino ©Î mocha?"
"Coffee," Joe growled, leaning toward the monitor. "Black." / "©@°Ø",³ì«ã§p,°¾¦VºÊµø¾¹¡C "¶Â¦âªº".
"Colombian, Moroccan or Kona Blend?" / "­ô­Û¤ñ¨È¤H¡A¼¯¬¥­ô¤H©Î Kona ²V¦X"?
"Whatever the house coffee is." / "¥ô¦óªº©Ð¤l©@°Ø¬O" ¡C
"We have three different kinds--" / "§Ú­Ì¦³¤T­Ó¤£¦PªºÃþ«¬--"
He glanced sharply back at her and the girl backed away. "Okay, I'll see what I can do." Heaving a dramatic sigh, she stalked back toward the barrista, who shrugged and refilled the cup from a pot in the corner. "Not even a biscotti to go with it," she grumbled. "Tourists!" / ¥L¾U§Q¦a¦V«á¦a¦b¦o©M¤k«Ä¿h°{°hÁY¡C "¦n¡A§Ú±N¬Ý¨£§Ú¯à°µªº" ¡C ¥Î¤OÁ|°_¤@ÁnÀ¸¼@©Êªº¼Û®§,¦o¦V«á¦a¹ï©ó barrista ®¨®¨¾aªñ,ÁqªÓ¨Ã¥B¦A±N¨¤¸¨ªº¨Ó¦Û¤@­Ó³ýªºªM¤lª`º¡¡C " ¤£¬Æ¦Ü biscotti »P¥¦·f°t ",¦o©D§u¡C "Æ[¥ú«È"!
Joe rolled his eyes, but ignored her as she set his coffee on the table. Returning his attention to the computer screen, he phrased another inquiry. San Frangelis had incorporated the scientific research center of the nation with the entertainment center, providing a rich raiding ground for Galactor as well as the perfect way for them to blend in. Geeks and freaks, Joe thought with a grimace. As long as he was in limbo, he might as well try to find out which research resources Galactor was most likely to take advantage of. Eight defense companies, a laser technology developer and a radical group who'd taken over the antique linear accelerator near the San Andreas Reservoir seemed the most likely candidates. The old accelerator might even be worth investigating, and at the very least would keep him busy. As long as he backed off if X seemed remotely-- / ³ì±²¤F¥Lªº²´·ú, ¦ý¬O·í¦o³]©w¦b®à¤l¤Wªº¥L©@°Øªº®É­Ô©¿²¤¤F¦o¡C ÂkÁÙ¥Lªºª`·Nµ¹¹q¸£¿Ã¹õ,¥L¤ù»y¤F¥t¤@­Ó½è¸ß¡C ®áªe Frangelis ¤w¸g¥H¥ð¶¢®T¼Ö¤¤¤ß¦X¨Ö°ê®aªº¬ì¾Ç¬ã¨s¤¤¤ß, ´£¨Ñ¬° Galactor ©M§¹¬üªº¤èªk³Q¿iªº´I¦³¬ðŧÅý¥L­Ì²V¦X¦b¡C ª±®a©M·î§Î¤H , ³ì¥H¤@­Ó­±³¡ªº¬n§á·Q¡C ¥u­n¥L¬O¦b¦aº»Ãä¤g¤¤,¥L³Ì¦n¸ÕµÛµo²{¨º¤@­Ó¬ã¨s¸ê·½ Galactor ³Ì¦³¥i¯à§Q¥Î¡C ¤K®a¨¾½Ã¤½¥q¡A¤@­Ó¹p®g§Þ³N¶}µoªÌ©M³Q±µºÞ¦b®áªe¦w¼w¨½¨È¤ô®wªþªñªºÂ¦¡ª½½u¥[³t¾¹ªº°ò¥»¹ÎÅé who'd ¦ü¥G³Ì¦³¥i¯àªº­Ô¿ï¤H¡C ªº¥[³tªÌ¥i¯à¬Æ¦Ü¬O­È±o½Õ¬d, ¦Ó¥B¦b«D±`³Ì¤ÖªÌ±N·|¨Ï¥L«O«ù¦£¸Lªº¡C ¥u­n¦pªG X «Ü»·¦a¦ü¥G¡A¥L°h¥X --
The abrupt roar of an explosion sent Joe leaping off his stool, and around him, the other patrons cried out in surprise. The floor shook beneath his feet,and as he turned toward the window, a crack flashed across one of the panes and it shattered. / Ãz¬µªº¬ðµM§q°e¤F¨«¶}¸õÅD¥Lªº¹¹¤l ªº³ì¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¥L©P³ò¡A¨ä¥LÃÙ§U¤H¦b·N¥~¤¤¤j¥s¡C ¦aªO·n°Ê¥Lªº¸}¤§¤U¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¹ï©óµ¡¤áÂà¦Vªº®É­Ô,¤@­Ó³Q°{²{¹Lµ¡¬Á¼þ©M¥¦¤§¤@ªºµõÁ_¥´¸H¡C
Patrons fled, screaming, to the back of the cafe. Shouldering his way through them, Joe rushed outside, trying to track the source of the noise. To the left of the cybercafe, a steep hill characteristic of this section of San Frangelis blocked his view, but the sounds seemed to be coming from that direction. Over the top of the hill a column of black smoke billowed. Joe ran up the hill toward it, stumbling as the ground shook from another explosion. At the top, Joe halted, staring down the other side. / ÃÙ§U¤H°k¥X,¦y¥s,¨ì©@°ØÀ]ªº­I­±¡C ¸g¹L¥L­ÌªÓ­t¥Lªº¤èªk,³ì¥~­±¶Ê«P, ¹Á¸Õ°lÂܾ¸­µªº¨Ó·½¡C ¨ì¥ªÃäºôµ¸©@°ØÆU,¹ï®áªe Frangelis ªº³o¤@­Ó³¡¤À¯S©Êªº¤@­ÓÀI®mªº¤p¤sªý¶ë¤F¥Lªºµø³¥¡A¦ý¬OÁn­µ¦ü¥G¨Ó¦Û¨º¤@­Ó¤è¦V¡C ¶W¹L­­«×¤p¤s¤@Áa¶¤ªº¶Â·Ï¬¤´é¡C ³ì¹ï©ó¥¦¦b¤p¤s¤W­±¶], ²Ì­Ë·í¦a­±±q¥t¤@­ÓÃz¬µ·n°Ê¡C ¦b³»ºÝ¡A³ì°±¤î,ª`µø¤U¨Ó¥t¤@Ãä¡C
In the tourist shops he'd seen a postcard with what had once been the view from this hill. A cluster of skyscrapers had once huddled against the morning fog in the valley below. Now all that remained was a blackened swatch of smoking, crumbled concrete and jagged metal skeletons. In the distance, a swarm of small craft scattered into the clouds. / ¦b¹C«Èªº°Ó©±¤¤¥L¤w¸g¥Ñ©ó´¿¸g¤w¸g¬O¨Ó¦Û³o¤@­Ó¤p¤sªºµø³¥ªF¦è¬Ý¨ì¤@±i©ú«H¤ù¡C ¼¯¤Ñ¼Óªº¸s´¿¸g¤w¸g¦b¤U­±ªº¤s¨¦¤¤±ÀÀ½¹ï§Ü¦­±áÃú¡C ²{¦b«O«ùªº¥þ³¡¬O©âµÒªº¤@­Ó³Q¤@¤p¤ùÅܶªº,±Y¼ì²V¾®¤g©M¿÷¾¦§Îªºª÷ÄÝ»sªº°©Àf¡C ¦b»»»·¤§³B¡A¤@¸s¤pªº­¸¾÷¶i¤J¶³¤§¤º´²§G¡C
What the hell? / ¤°»ò?
Joe half leaped, half ran down the side of that steep hill, and by the time he reached the edges of the destruction, he could hear the groans of wounded and the voices calling for help. Joe passed a man who lay dead in the street, his torso crushed beneath an automobile, his eyes glazing over. Fifty feet away, two other men, covered in dust and splashed with blood, were performing CPR on a small child while the mother stood dazed, clutching an infant to her chest. / ³ì¤@¥b¸õÅD, ¤@¥b¨º­ÓÀI®mªº¤p¤sªuÃä¦V¤U¶]¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¨ì¹F¤F¯}ÃaªºÃä½t®É­Ô, ¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì©D§u³Q¶Ë©M­n¨DÀ°¦£ ªºÁn­µ¡C ³ìµ²§ô³q¹L¤F¤@­Ó¦bµó¹D¡A¥Lªº¦b¤@½ø¨T¨®¤§¤U³QÀ£¯}ªºÂß·F¤¤§¹¥þ¦a©ñ¸mªº¨k¤H , ¥Lªº²´·ú°_¹V¡C ¤­¤Q§`¤§»·¡A¨ä¥L¤G¨k¤H,¥H¦å²[»\¦b¦Ç¹Ð¦Ó¥BÂqÀã, ¥¿¦bªíºt¦b¤@­Ó¤pªº«Ä¤l¤Wªº CPR ·í³Q¯¸µÛªº¥À¿Ë¯íµM,§ì¨c¤@­ÓÀ¦¨à¨ì¦oªº¯Ý®É­Ô¡C
Joe moved through the wreckage, seeking the epicenter of the attack, some clue to the cause. Along his way he came across wounded and dying people, and he helped who he could and steeled himself against the worst. At the center of the devastation, he expected some sort of clue. A bank, a research center, an administrative office... He found nothing. The ISO had a branch office in the area, but it was far to the south. So what had prompted this attack? That Galactor was responsible Joe knew beyond a doubt. At this particularly rare point in history, Ameria had no political enemies. / ³ì²¾°Ê¹L´Ý¾l,´M¨D§ðÀ»ªº¾_¥¡¡A¦]¯Àªº¤@¨Ç½u¯Á¡C ªuµÛ¥Lªº¤èªk¥L°¸µM¹J¨£¨ü¶Ëªº©M««¦ºªº¤H¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÀ°§U½Ö¥L¥i¥H¦Ó¥B¤Ï¹ï³ÌÃa¨Ï¥L¦Û¤v°í¦p¿û¤F¡C ¦b¯î¼oªº¤¤¤ß¡A¥L´Á±æ¤F½u¯Áªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬¡C ¤@­Ó»È¦æ¡A¬ã¨s¤¤¤ß,¤@­ÓºÞ²zªº¿ì¤½«Ç¡C¡C¡C ¥L¤°»ò¤]¤£µo²{¡C °ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¦³¤@­Ó¤À¤½¥q¦b°Ï°ì¤¤¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¹ï«n¤è¬O»·ªº¡C ¦p¦¹¤°»ò¤w¸g¿EÀy³o¤@­Ó§ðÀ»? ¨º Galactor ¬O¦³³d¥ôªº³ìª¾¹D¶W¹LÃhºÃ¡C ¦b¾ú¥vªº¯S§Oµ}¨uªºÂI¡A Ameria ¨S¦³¬Fªvªº¼Ä¤H¡C
The wail of sirens and the pounding of helicopter rotors grew louder as the city's rescue forces closed in on the flattened section of town. Moving more slowly now, Joe walked a small spiral out from the center, searching for answers. When the rescue crews arrived, he helped them with the wounded and the dead, working tirelessly as the sun climbed higher in the sky. / ·í«°¥«ªº´©±Ï­x¶¤Ãö³¬ªº®É­Ô¡A¤k®ü§¯ªº´d¹Ä©Mª½ª@¾÷Âà¤lªººVÅܱo¤ñ¸û¤jÁn¦b«°Âíªº³Q³¡¤ÀÅÜ¥­ªº¤W¡C ²{¦b§óºCºC²¾°Ê,³ì±q¤¤¤ß¦b¥~¨«¸ô¤@­Ó¤pªºÁ³±Û§Î¤§ª«,´M§äµª®×¡C ·í´©±Ï²Õ­û¨ì¹Fªº®É­Ô, ¥LÀ°§U¥L­Ì¨º¨ü¶Ëªº©M¦º¥hªº¤H, ¤£¯h­Â¦a¤u§@·í¤Ó¶§¦b¤ÑªÅ¤¤§ó°ª¦aÃkµn¡C

"Did we get a callback about whatever hit the roof?" / " §Ú­Ì±o¨ì¤@­Ó¦^©I¶ÜÃö©ó¥ô¦óªº¥´«Î³»"?
The green-suit in the copilot's chair turned to the pilot of the tank mecha and shook his head. "No call yet. We ought to disembark. GelSadora-sama wanted our payload yesterday." / ºñ¦â-¶D³^¦b°Æ¾r¾p­ûªº´È¤l¤¤¨D§U©ó¼Ñ mecha ªº­¸¦æ­û¦Ó¥B·nÀY¡C "¤´µMªº¨S¦³©I¥s¡C §Ú­ÌÀ³¸Ó°_©¤¡C GelSadora-sama ¬Q¤Ñ·Q­n§Ú­Ìªº­t¸ü¶q¡C"
The pilot shook his head and began flipping switches, warming up the engines. As he added power and the tank mecha slowly pulled away from the ground, he said to the copilot, "Retract the gear." / ­¸¦æ­û·nÀY¦Ó¥B¶}©l¥Î«üÀY¼u¶}Ãö,¥[·Å¤ÞÀº¡C ·í¥Lªþ±a»¡©ú¡A¤O¶q©M¼Ñ mecha ºCºC¦a±q¦a­±¶}¨«ªº®É­Ô,¥L¹ï°Æ¾r¾p­û»¡,"ÁY¦^¤u¨ã".
A sickening thud sounded beside him, and the pilot whirled to see the other man slumped over the console. The last thing he saw was something white flash from the corner of his eye. / ¤@­Ó¥O¤H§@¹Ãªº¯yÀ»Án¦b¥L®ÇÃäÅ¥¡A¦Ó¥B­¸¦æ­û¨Ï¦b±±¨îÂi¤§¤W¬Ý¨£¥t¤@­Ó¬°²rµM±¼¸¨°t³Æ¤H¤â³Q±ÛÂà¡C ¥L¬Ý¨£ªº³Ì«á¤@¥ó¨Æª«¬O¥Õ¦âªºªF¦è¨Ó¦Û¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨ªº°{¥ú¡C
The cockpit tilted hard to the left. Ken shoved the pilot's body from its chair and yanked the throttles back, and the huge machine dropped back to the ground with a grinding crunch. With the mech stationary, he slipped back out of the cockpit, past the sprawling bodies of the guards, and raced toward the main hold. / ¾r¾p­û®y¿µ§V¤O¦a¶É±×¨ì¥ªÃä¡C ªÖ®¦±ÀÀ½¤F¨Ó¦Û¥¦ªº´È¤l­¸¦æ­ûªº¨­Åé¦Ó¥B§â¸`¬y»Ö±j©Ô¦^¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B·¥¤jªº¾÷¾¹¦V«á¦a¹ï©M¿iªº«r¸H¦a­±­°§C¡C ÂÇ¥Ñ mech ©T©w¤§ª«Åé¡A¥L¦V«á¦a±q¾r¾p­û®y¿µ¡A¹L¥hªº¦u½ÃÂX®i¨­Åé·Æ­Ë, ¦Ó¥B¹ï©ó¤j¿µ¤ñÁÉ¡C
Less experienced than the troops of two years ago, these Galactors didn't have the sense to turn tail when they noticed their efforts to stop this white suited fury weren't working, and Ken snarled in frustration as he brawled his way down the corridor. At the end he saw a glass window and the frightened commander gesturing wildly to two of his men. / ¤ñ¸û¤£´I¦³¸gÅç¶W¹L­x¶¤·í¥L§â¥Lªº¤èªkª§§n¤U¨Ó¨«´Yªº®É­Ô¡A¦b¤G¦~¥H«e¡A·í¥L­Ìª`·N­nªý¤î³o¤@­Ó¥Õ¦âªº¾A¦X¼««ãªº¥L­Ì§V¤O¤£¬O¤u§@ªº®É­Ô³o¨Ç Galactors ¨S¦³·PıÅܦb«á­±ªº¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¦b®À§é¤¤§q¥s¡C ¦b³Ì«á¥L¬Ý¨£¤@®°¬Á¼þµ¡¤á©M¹ï¥Lªº¨k¤H¤¤ªº¤G¦ì³¥©Ê¦a§@¤â¶Õ ªº³QÅåÀ~ªº«ü´§©x¡C
Suddenly, the green-suits scattered. Loud, heavy footfalls sounded against the metal deck, and Ken found troops in gleaming black armor pouring in through every accessway he could see. / ¬ðµM,ºñ¦â-¶D³^´²§G¡C ¤jÁnªº, ­«ªº¸}ÁnÅ¥¹ï§Üª÷ÄÝ»sªº¥ÒªO¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¦b°{Ã{¤è­±µo²{­x¶¤ª`¤J¥L¥i¥H¬Ý¨£ªº§¹¦¨¨C accesswayªº¶Â¦â²¯¥Ò¡C
Great. / ¤j®v¡C
Nothing short of explosives could get through that armor. They converged on Ken, guns ready, but before they could fire, Ken threaded his way through them as if they were standing still. Turning he hurled his cutting saucer through the glass. Over the crash, he heard the commander scream, "Keep him away from the control center!" / ¯Ê¤Ö¬µÃĪº¨S¨Æ¥i¥H³q¹L¨º²¯¥Ò¡C ¥L­Ì¦bªÖ®¦¨­¤W»E¶°,ºj¹w³Æ¡A¦ý¬O¥L­Ì¥i¥HÂI¿U¤§«e¡AªÖ®¦¸g¹L¥L­Ì¬ï½u©ó¤F¥Lªº¤èªk¦n¹³¥L­Ì¯¸µÛ¼@·Ó¡C Âà¥L¸g¹L¬Á¼þ¥Î¤O§ëÂY¤F¥Lªº¾U§Q¯ùºÐ¡C ¦b¼Y·´¤§¤W¡A¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F«ü´§©x¦y¥sÁn¡A "¨Ï¥L»·Â÷±±¨î¶°¤¤"!
Ken grinned wickedly. He popped open one of his belt packs and the spring-loaded dispenser spat several mini-bombs into his hand. These followed the saucer into the control room. The entire ship shook with the detonation, and when Ken came up from his crouch, he found he was the only one conscious. The men in the control room were dead. The men in the armor thrashed on the floor, then one by one stilled. / ªÖ®¦Ãa¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C ¥L¨ú¥X¶}©ñªº¥L±a¤l¤§¤@¥]»q©M¬K¤Ñ¸Ë¸üªºÃľ¯®v¨©§Z¤@¨Ç°g§A-¶i¤J¥Lªº¤â¤§¤ºªº¬µ¼u¡C ³o¨Ç¸òÀH¯ùºÐ¶i±±¨î©Ð¶¡¡C ¾ã­Óªº²î¥HÃz¬µ·n°Ê¡A¦Ó¥B·íªÖ®¦±q¥LªºÃÛ¥ñµo¥Íªº®É­Ô,¥Lµo²{¥L¬O°ß¤@ªº¤@­Ó¦³·NÃѪº¡C ¨k¤H¦b±±¨î©Ð¶¡¤¤¦º¡C ²¯¥Òªº¨k¤H¦b¦aªO¤W¥´¼³, µM«á¤@¤@ÂI¤§«e¦wÀR¡C
Scowling, Ken approached the nearest one. After kicking his gun out of reach, the Gatchaman reached down and pulled the black helmet free. His eyes widened as he took in the close-cropped hair and the scars... and the numbers marked on one cheek. / ½K¬ÜÀY,ªÖ®¦±µªñ¤F¤@­Ó³Ìªñªº¡C ¦b§â¥Lªººj½ð¥X½d³ò¤§«á¡A Gatchaman ¦Û¥Ñ¦ù¤â®³¤U¦Ó¥B©Ô¤F¶Â¦âªº¿û²¯¡C ·í¥L±µ¨üµ²§ô¦¬³ÎªºÀY¾v©M¬Í²ªªº®É­Ô¡A¥Lªº²´·úÂX¤j¡C¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B¼Æ¦r¦b¤@­ÓÀU¤W¼Ð¥Ü¡C
Condemned prisoner, marked for Death Row. The man was alive and breathing, his eyes open, but completely blank. Ken unmasked another and another, and found more scars, more numbers, more blank stares. Galactor had often used convicts to fill their ranks, but not men as dangerous and uncontrollable as these. / Äþ³d¤F¥}¥Ç, ¬°¦Û±þ¶¤¼Ð¥Ü¡C ¨k¤H¬¡µÛ©M©I§l,¥Lªº²´·ú¥´¶}, ¦ý¬O§¹¥þ¦a¯dªÅ¥Õ¡C ªÖ®¦²æ¥h°²­±¨ã¤F¥t¥~¤@©M¥t¥~¤@, ¦Ó¥Bµo²{¤F§ó¦hªº¬Í²ª¡A§ó¦hªº¼Æ¦r¡A§ó¦hªºªÅ¥Õª`µø¡C Galactor ®É±`¤w¸g¨Ï¥Î¥}¥Ç¸Ëº¡¥L­Ìªº±Æ¦W, ¦ý¬O¤£¬O¹³³o¨Ç¤@¼Ëªº¦MÀI©MµLªk±±¨îªº¨k¤H¡C
Moments later, he was back in his new Eagle Sharp (painted, unfortunately, to match the old one) and climbing, heading due west toward San Frangelis. The sounds from the New Godphoenix piped into his cockpit. / ¼Æ¤ù¨è¤§«á¡A¥L¦^¨Ó¦b¥Lªº·sÆN¤¤°ª½Õ (´yµeªº,¤£©¯¦a, »P¤@­Ó¦Ñªº¬Û°t) ©MÃkµn,´Â¦VÀ³±oªºªF¦è¹ï©ó®áªe Frangelis ªº¦è¤è¡C ¨Ó¦Û·sªº Godphoenix ªºÁn­µ¥ÎºÞ¤l¿é°eªº¶i¤J¥Lªº¾r¾p­û®y¿µ¤§¤º¡C
"We're still scanning the area--Jinpei and Ryu are out working independently," Jun said. "We found more of those men in black armor, the one's they're calling the Black Knights. Some of them fell in the last attack, but not many." / "§Ú­Ì¤´µM¥¿¦b±½´y°Ï°ì--Jinpei ©M Ryu ¥~¥X¿W¥ß¦a¤u§@",¤»¤ë»¡¡C "§Ú­Ìµo²{§ó¦hªº¶Â¦â²¯¥Òªº¨º¨Ç¨k¤H,¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¶Â¦âªºÃM¤h¨º¤@­Ó¡C ¥L­Ì¨ä¤¤ªº¤@¨Ç¦b¨º³Ì«á§ðÀ»¤¤¶^¸¨, ¦ý¬O¤£¦hªº¡C"
"They're condemned prisoners, and I think they're under some sort of mind control," Ken said. "When I took out the control center aboard their mecha, they just collapsed. There has to be some command center that's controlling them where you are." / "¥L­Ì³QÄþ³d¥}¥Ç¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú»{¬°¡A¥L­Ì¬O¦b¤ß±±¨îªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬¤§¤U",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C "·í§Ú¨ú¥X±±¨î¤¤¤ß¦b­¸¾÷¤W¥L­Ìªº mecha ªº®É­Ô,¥L­Ì­è­è­Ë¶ò¡C ¨º¸Ì¥²¶·¬O¥¿¦b±±¨î¥L­Ìªº¤@¨Ç«ü¥O¤¤¤ß§A¦b­þ¸Ì¡C"
"What did the mecha look like, Aniki?" Jinpei called from his craft. / " mecha ¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤°»ò,Aniki"? Jinpei ±q¥Lªº­¸¾÷©I¥s¡C
Ken frowned. "No animal design this time. It didn't look like anything in particular. Just a blocky, armored transport. Even the commander... he didn't ring any bells. Galactor used to work on some sort of theme, but not this time." / ªÖ®¦½K¬ÜÀY¡C "¨S¦³°Êª«³o¦¸³]­p¡C ¥¦¯S§O¦a¬Ý°_¨Ó¤£¹³¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C ¥u¬Oµu¦Óµ²¹êªº, ªZ¸Ëªº¶Ç°e¡C ¨Ï«ü´§©x¬Ûµ¥¡C¡C¡C ¥L¨S¦³»ïÅT¥ô¦óªº¹a¡C Galactor ¹L¥h¤@ª½³B²z¥DÃDªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬, ¦ý¬O¤£³o¦¸¡C"
"What about Easton Island?" Jun said. "We didn't see any kind of theme there." / "Easton ®q«ç»ò¼Ë"? ¤»¤ë»¡¡C "§Ú­Ì¦b¨º¸Ì¨S¦³¬Ý¨£¥ô¦óªºÃþ«¬¥DÃD" ¡C
"What about all those religious statues, Oneechan? That sounds like a theme to me. Hey Aniki, what about the prisoners? Could Galactor be operating from a prison somewhere--Hey!" The boy's voice cracked. / "©Ò¦³ªº¨º¨Ç©v±Ð©ÊªºÀJ¹³«ç»ò¼Ë,Oneechan? ¨º¹ï§ÚÅ¥°_¨Ó¹³¤@­Ó¥DÃD¤@¼Ë¡C ¶Ù Aniki,¥}¥Ç«ç»ò¼Ë? Galactor ¥i¥H¥¿¦b¬Y³B±q¤@©ÒºÊº»¾Þ§@¶Ü--¶Ù!"¨k«ÄªºÁn­µ§Ë¸H¡C
"What?" / "¤°»ò"?
"Isn't there a famous old prison around here? San Frangelis... yeah! The Alamo Prison! Wasn't there a news report about a group of tourists disappearing there?" / " ¨S¦³¤@©Ò¥X¦WªºÂºʺ»¦b³o¸Ì©P³ò? ®áªe Frangelis¡C¡C¡C ¬Oªº! ¥Õ·¨ºÊº»! ¨S¦³Ãö©ó¤@¸sÆ[¥ú«Èªº¤@¶µ·s»D³ø§i¦b¨º¸Ì®ø¥¢¶Ü?"
"Last night. I remember now," Jun said. "They said nobody could escape from it. It isn't far." / " ¬Q±ß¡C §Ú²{¦b°O±o,"¤»¤ë»¡¡C "¥L­Ì»¡¤F¨S¦³¤H¥i¥H±q¥¦°k²æ¡C ¥¦¤£¬O»·ªº¡C"
"Ryu," Ken said, "You with us?" / "Ryu",ªÖ®¦»¡ ", §A¥Ñ©ó§Ú­Ì"?
"Yeah, and I'm three miles east of Alamo Island. Heading there now." / "¬Oªº,¦Ó¥B§Ú¬O¤T­ù¥Õ·¨®qªºªF¤è¡C ²{¦b¦b¨º¸Ìªº¼ÐÃD¡C"
"Good. Keep us posted. I'll join you in twenty minutes." / "¦nªº¡C ¨Ï§Ú­Ì³Q±H¡C §Ú¦b¤G¤Q¤ÀÄÁ¤¤±N°Ñ¥[§A¡C"

Joe heard the familiar roar and discreetly stepped beneath a concrete overhang to watch the New Godphoenix pass overhead. It was going northeast, the wrong direction. Maybe they wanted to survey the destruction first. Did they know about the base? Joe envisioned a big red arrow painted over the rubble, pointing toward the Alamo Prison, then closed his eyes and shook his head. At this point, all he could do was wait. / ³ìÅ¥¨ì¤F¼ô±xªº§q¦Ó¥B¤p¤ß¦a¦b½ñ¤F¨ãÅ骺¬ð¥X³¡¥÷¬Ý·sªº Godphoenix ³~®|ÃB¥~¶}¾P¤§¤U¡C ¥¦¥¿¦b¦VªF¥_¥h,¿ù»~ªº¤è¦V¡C ¤]³\¥L­Ì·Q­n­º¥ý¼fµø¯}Ãa¡C ¥L­Ìª¾¹D°ò¦¶Ü? ³Q·Q¹³¤@¤ä¤jªº¬õ¦â½b³ì¦b²Ê¥Û¤§¤Wµe,¹ï©ó¥Õ·¨ºÊº»«ü¥X, µM«áÃö³¬¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥B·nÀY¡C ¦¹®É, ¥þ³¡¥L¥i¥H°µ¬Oµ¥­Ô¡C
Within the past hour, the rescue crews had spread across the ruins, setting up tents for triage of the injured. Men and women shouted to each other over the clatter of debris and the whining of the search dogs. Joe continued to help search for survivors, lifting away some of the heavier chunks of debris when he knew no one was looking. / ¦b¹L¥hªº¤@­Ó¤p®É¤º¡A³Q¦³ªº´©±Ï²Õ­û¥]¬A·´·À,¬°¨ü¶ËªÌªº´z¿ï«Ø¥ß±bÁO¡C ¨k¤H©M¤k¤H¹ï¦b¸H¤ùªº¥d·fÁn©M·j´Mª¯ªºµo¥X¶ã¶ãÁn¤Wªº©¼¦¹©I³Û¡C ³ìÄ~ÄòÀ°§U°w¹ï¥ÍÁ٪̪º·j´M, ¤É°ªÂ÷¶}¸H¤ùªº¤@¨Ç¸û¨H­«ªº¤j¶ô·í¥Lª¾¹D¤F¨S¦³¤H¥¿¦b¬Ýªº®É­Ô¡C
He still couldn't figure out why Galactor had chosen this particular section of city to attack. The district had housed real estate and finance companies, a theater, a couple of coffee houses and a hotel. Certainly nothing threatening or important. There had been a bank, but wouldn't the Galactors have stopped to take the money out? / ¥L¤´µM¤£¥i¥H²z¸Ñ Galactor ¬°¤°»ò¤w¸g¿ï¾Ü«°¥«ªº³o­Ó¯S§Oªº³¡¤À§ðÀ»¡C °Ï°ì¤w¸g¦¬®e¤£°Ê²£©M¿Ä¸ê¤½¥q¡A¤@®aÀ¸°|¡A¤@¨Ç©@°Ø©Ð¤l©M¤@¶¡®ÈÀ]¡C ½T©w¦a²@¤£®£À~©Î­«­nªº¡C ¤w¸g¦³¤@­Ó»È¦æ¡A¦ý¬O Galactors ¤£±N·|¤w¸g¶}©l¨ú¥X¿ú¶Ü?
Then he chilled. He hadn't been far from the site... What if the target was him? Sosai X had sensed him on the base. If X had been looking for him.... / µM«á¥L¤w§Nªº¡C ¥L¤£¤w¸gÂ÷¦ì¸m«Ü»·¡C¡C¡C ¤°»ò¦pªG¥Ø¼Ð¬O¥L? Sosai X ¤w¸g¦b°ò¦¤W·Pı¥L¡C °²¦p X ¬O§ä´M¥L....
Looking at the sky, Joe clenched his jaw and folded his arms tightly against his chest, feeling the muscles shaking. If that was the case, he was to blame for these deaths. Not that Galactor needed an excuse to destroy, but if not for him, they would have focused their attentions on less populated technical sites. / ¬Ý¤ÑªÅ,³ìºòºò¦a¤Ï¹ï¥Lªº¯Ýºò´¤¤F¥LªºÃE¦Ó¥BºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu,·Pı¦Ù¦×·n°Ê¡C ¦pªG¬O¨ººØ±¡§Î¡A¥LÀ³¸Ó¬°³o¨Ç¦º¤`¨ü³d¡C ¤£¨º Galactor »Ý­n¤FÂǤf¯}Ãa¡A¦ý¬O¦pªG¤£¬°¥L¡A¥L­Ì´N·|±N¥L­Ìªºª`·N¶°¤¤¦b³Q©~¦í¦b§Þ³N¤Wªº¦ì¸m¤ñ¸û¤Ö¶q¤F¡C
Oh damn it.... / ®@¶A©G¥¦....
The bird-ship vanished over the horizon. As Joe stepped back into the open, a hand tapped his arm and he turned to see a rescue worker holding an open canteen to him. "Here. Why don't you rest a minute? You don't look too good." / ³¾-²î¦b¦a¥­½u¤§¤W®ø¥¢¡C ·í³ì­«¦^¤½¶}ªº®É­Ô,¤@°¦¤â»´¥´¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¡A¦Ó¥B¥L·Ç³Æ¨£¤@­Ó¹ï¥L´¤¦í¤@­Ó¶}©ñªº­x¤¤ºÖ§QªÀ ªº´©±Ï¤u¤H¡C "¦b³o¸Ì¡C §A¦ó¤£¥ð®§¤ÀÄÁ? §A¨S¬Ý°_¨Ó¤Ó¦n¡C"
He wasn't thirsty, but he took a swallow of water anyway and handed back the canteen. "Thanks." / ¥L¤£¬O¤f´÷ªº¡A¦ý¬O¥LµL½×¦p¦ó±Ä¨ú¤F¤ôªº¤@­Ó«|³ï¦Ó¥B¦V«á¦a¶Ç»¼­x¤¤ºÖ§QªÀ¡C "ÁÂÁÂ".
"Appreciate the help, man. Especially now," the worker said. "If you're gonna stay with us, put this stuff on." He handed an orange hard hat emblazoned with a red cross to Joe. "It'll let us know who's doing the rescuing and who needs to be rescued." / "·P¿EÀ°¦£¡A¨k¤H¡C ¤×¨ä²{¦b,"¤u¤H»¡¡C " ¦pªG§A±N­n¦b§Ú­Ì®a³r¯d, ©ñ³o¤@ºØ¨Æ±¡¦b"¤§¤W. ¥L§â»P¤@­Ó¬õ¤Q¦r·|¤@°_¥Î¯¾³¹¸Ë¹¢ªº¤@³»¾ï¦âªº¦w¥þ´U¥æµ¹³ì¡C "¥¦±NÅý§Ú­Ìª¾¹D½Ö¥¿¦b°µ¨º­Ó±Ï¥X©M½Ö»Ý­n³Q±Ï¥X" ¡C
Joe took the hat and the accompanying orange vest and put them on, then continued on his way. / ³ì±a¤F´U¤l©M¨º³­¦ñ¾ï¦âªº­I¤ß¦Ó¥B©ñ¤F¥L­Ì¦b,¤§¤WµM«á¦b³~¤¤Ä~Äò¡C

"Ryu, what do you see?" / "Ryu, §A¬Ý¨£¤°»ò"?
"Oh hell, there's nothing here," Ryu growled over the radio. Jinpei could just see him ambling through the grounds, scowling at the empty towers. "This place is a ghost town." / " ®@¦aº»,¨S¦³ªF¦è³o¸Ì",Ryu ¦b¦¬­µ¾÷¤§¤W«ã§p¡C Jinpei ¥i¥H¶È¶È¬Ý¨£¥L½w¦æ¹L²z¥Ñ¡A¦bªÅªº¶ð½K¬ÜÀY¡C " ³o¤@­Ó¦a¤è¬O¤@­Ó¼o±ó¥«Âí" ¡C
"Well, watch your step," Ken said. / "¶â,¬Ý§Aªº¨BÆJ",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C
"Yeah, yeah." Jinpei grinned at the irritation in the Owl's voice. / "¬Oªº,¬O". Jinpei ¦b¿ßÀYÆNªºÁn­µ¨ë¿EÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
Ryu's vehicle sat just inside the compound, though Ryu couldn't be seen from the air. Jinpei pulled the stick back, and the little hovercraft rose. Through the tinted bubble of the Swallow Helico, Jinpei could see the bay surrounding the Alamo Prison as well as both San Frangelis city bridges, which had miraculously survived the recent attack. The ocean was tinged a weird ochre color, moving in lines away from the prison island, pushed by the currents. / Ryu's ªº¨®½ø¦b²V¦Xª«¸Ì¶È¶È§¤,ÁöµM Ryu ¤£¥i¥H³Q±qªÅ®ð¬Ý¨ì¡C Jinpei ©Ô¤F¾ðªK­I­±¡A¦Ó¥B¤p hovercraft ¤W¤É¡C ¸g¹L«|³ï Helico ªº¦³¦âªwªj¡A Jinpei ¤]¥i¥H¬Ý¨£,©_Âݦa¤w¸g¥­¦w´ç¹L³Ìªñªº§ðÀ»¡C ¤j®ü³Q·L¬V¤@ºØ©Ç²§ªº ochre ÃC¦â,·h¶i½u»·Â÷ºÊº»®q,ÂǥѴé¬y±À°Ê¡C
Wait a minute... / µ¥­Ô¤ÀÄÁ¡C¡C¡C
This area was a national preserve, with no industrial sites and no known volcanic activity. Jinpei hit a few buttons and fed by a link to the main computer aboard the New Godphoenix, his readouts confirmed that. The attack which had flattened several square blocks of downtown hadn't extended this far. So what was fouling up the water? / ³o¤@­Ó°Ï°ì¬O°ê®aªº«OÅ@°Ï,ÂǥѨS¦³¤u·~ªº¦ì¸m©M¨S¦³¤wª¾ªº¤õ¤s¬¡°Ê¡C Jinpei À»¤¤¤@¨Ç¶s¦©¦Ó¥B³Q¹ï¥D­nªº¹q¸£¤@­Ó³sµ²Áý·f­¼·sªº Godphoenix ¡A¥Lªº¸ê®Æ¸ÑªR½T»{¤F¨º¡C ¤w¸g±N¤@¨Ç¥¿ª½½d³òªº¥«¤¤¤ß°ÏÅÜ¥­ªº§ðÀ»¨S¦³»»»·¦a©µ¦ù³o¡C ¦p¦¹¤°»ò¥¿¦b¤ô¤W­±§Ëż?
"Aniki, I think I found something!" Jinpei called. "The bay's all cloudy, like something's being dumped from somewhere--maybe somebody's digging!" / "Aniki,§Ú»{¬°§Úµo²{¬Y¨Æ"! Jinpei ©I¥s¡C " ®üÆWªº©Ò¦³¦h¶³ªº,¹³¬Y¨Æ¦b±q¬Y³B³Q¶É¨ø-- ¤]³\¬Y¤H«õ"!
"Go take a closer look," Ken said. / " ¥h±a¸û¾aªñªº¯«±¡",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C
"This lead is mine--cool!" Grinning widely, Jinpei chopped the power and dropped the Swallow Helico into the ocean, switching from air to ocean modes. / " ³o¤@­Ó½u¯Á¬O§Úªº--²D²nªº"! ¼sªx¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,Jinpei ¨ï¸H¤F¤O¶q¦Ó¥B­°§C«|³ï Helico ¶i¤j®ü¤§¤º,±qªÅ®ð¨ì¤j®ü¼ÒºAÂàÅÜ¡C
Five seconds later, he realized that had been a mistake. The same dirt that had flagged him to this location now completely blocked his view. Outside visibility dropped to fifty feet, then ten, then two; and though the craft's radar told him nothing was around him but water, he began to feel claustrophobic and disoriented. / ¤­¬í¤§«á¡A¥L¤F¸Ñ¤F¨º¤w¸g¬O¤@­Ó¿ù»~¡C ¤w¸g²{¦b§¹¥þ¦aºX¤l¥L¨ì³o¤@­Ó¦aÂIªº¬Û¦P¦Ã«¯ªý¶ë¤F¥Lªºµø³¥¡C ¥~­±¯à¨£«×­°§C¨ì¤­¤Q§`, µM«á¤Q, µM«á¤G; ¦Ó¥BÁöµM­¸¾÷ªº¹p¹F§i¶D¤F¥L¡A¨S¨Æ¦bªþªñ¥L¦ý¬O¤ô,¥L¶}©l·Pı claustrophobic ¦Ó¥B¥¢¥h¤è¦V·P¡C
"Aniki, this is no good. I can't see anything. I'm coming back up." / "Aniki,³o¤£¦n¡C §Ú¤£¯à¬Ý¨£¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C §Ú¥¿¦b¦V¤W¦^¨Ó¡C"
The radio fuzzed. What sounded like a muffled voice came over the channel, but he couldn't make out the words--probably Ken telling him to pull back. Jinpei tried to fine-tune the frequency. / ¦¬­µ¾÷§@µ³¤òª¬­¸´²¡C Å¥°_¨Ó¹³¤@ºØ³Q³ò»qªºÁn­µ¤@¼Ëªº¹M¤ÎÀW¹D¨Ó,¦ý¬O¥L¤£¥i¥H¤F¸Ñ¦r-- ¥i¯à§i¶D¥L¦V«á¦a©Ô ªºªÖ®¦¡C Jinpei ¸ÕµÛ»@´Ú-½Õ¸`ÀW²v¡C
"What was that?" / "¨º¬O¤°»ò"?
"Stop, Jinpei, stay on course." The voice came a little clearer, but barely. / "°±¤î¡A Jinpei,°±¯d¦b½Òµ{¤W" ¡C Án­µ¨Óµy·L¤ñ¸û²M·¡, ¦ý¬O´X¥G¡C
"Huh?" / "­ó!"?
"I said, stay on course!" / "§Ú»¡,°±¯d¦b½Òµ{¤W"!
"But--" / "¦ý¬O--"
"Do what I tell you!" Jinpei startled. That came through clearly enough. / "°µ§Ú§i¶D§Aªº"! Jinpei ¾_Åå¡C ¨º²M·¡¦a¨¬°÷«×¹L¡C
"Roger...." / "ù³Ç...."
"Turn right five degrees." / "¦V¥kÂभ«×" ¡C
Huh? The boy scanned the console, but the instruments told him nothing. Maybe Ken had seen something from his vantage point. I hope he knows what he's doing. / ­ó!? ¨k«Ä±½´y¤F±±¨îÂi¡A¦ý¬O¤u¨ã§i¶D¤F¥L¨S¨Æ¡C ¤]³\ªÖ®¦¤w¸g±q¥LªºÆ[ÂI¬Ý¨ì¬Y¨Æ¡C §Ú§Æ±æ¥Lª¾¹D¥L¥¿¦b°µªº¡C
"Right five degrees," Jinpei said. / "¥¿½Tªº¤­«×",Jinpei »¡¡C
"Good. Good, you're on it. Now fire." / "¦nªº¡C ¦nªº,§A¦b¥¦¤W¡C ²{¦bÂI¿U¡C"
"What? Are you sure?" / "¤°»ò? §A½T©w¶Ü?"
"Do it now!" / "²{¦b°µ¥¦"!
The command rattled him. Ken hadn't spoken this way for so long.... Jinpei hastily armed the Swallow Attacker and squeezed the trigger. The little craft shuddered as the missile fired. Then, shoving the throttle to full, Jinpei pulled the Swallow Helico frantically toward the surface. / «ü¥O¨Ï¥L¹Ç¹ÇÅT¤F¡C ¦]¬°¦p¦¹´÷±æ¡AªÖ®¦¨S¦³³o¼ËÁ¿.... Jinpei ¥^¦£¦aªZ¸Ë¤F«|³ï§ðÀ»ªÌ¦Ó¥Bºò´¤¤FªO¾÷¡C ·í­¸¼uµo®gªº®É­Ô¡A¤pªº­¸¾÷¾Ô·X¡C µM«á, ±À¹ï¥þ³¡ªº¸`¬y»Ö,Jinpei ¹ï©óªí­±¨g¼É¦a©Ô¤F«|³ï Helico ¡C
Once out of the ocean, the static cleared from the radio. "Look at the prison now!" Jun said. "Something exploded there. It's causing a tremendous fire." / ¤@¥¹±q¤j®ü, ÀR¹q±q¦¬­µ¾÷³Q²M°£ªº¡C "²{¦b¬ÝºÊº»"! ¤»¤ë»¡¡C "¬Y¨Æ¦b¨º¸ÌÃz¬µ¡C ¥¦¥¿¦b¤Þ°_¥¨¤jªº¤õ¡C"
"Jinpei? Do you read?" Ken called. / "Jinpei? §AŪ¶Ü?"ªÖ®¦©I¥s¡C
"Yeah, I'm out of the water. I'm okay." / "¬Oªº,§Ú¶W¥X¤ô¡C §Ú¬O¦n¡C"
"Ryu! Report! Are you all right? What do you see?" / "Ryu! ³ø§i! §AÁÙ¦n§a? §A¬Ý¨£¤°»ò?"
"Aa, ow, dammit. Nothing at the moment. I just fell down a--hold on." His voice dropped to a whisper. Over the radio, Jinpei heard rustling, then the distant whine of an alarm. Ryu spoke again, voice tight. / "Aa,ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án,¸Ó¦º¡C ¦¹¨èªº¨S¨Æ¡C §Ú¶È¶È¶^­Ë¤@-- §â´¤¦b¤§¤W¡C"¥LªºÁn­µ­°§C¨ì¦Õ»y¡C ¦b¦¬­µ¾÷¤§¤W¡A Jinpei Å¥¨ìµo¥X¨F¨FÁn, µM«áĵ³øªº»·©ê«è¡C Ryu ¦A¤@¦¸»¡,ºòºò¦a«Å­z¡C
"Ken, we have our base." / "ªÖ®¦,§Ú­Ì¦³§Ú­Ìªº°ò¦".
"Good. Get out of there. We'll take care of it from above." / "¦nªº¡C ¦b¨º¸ÌÂ÷¶}¡C §Ú­Ì±q¦b¤W­±±N·ÓÅU¥¦¡C"
Ryu must have left the channel open, for the next thing they all heard was the rattle of crumbling bricks, the sound of Ryu hitting something, and then a very familiar sound: the clatter of many rifles being cocked. / Ryu ¤@©w´¿¸g¯d¤UÀW¹D¤½¶}¹L, ¦]¬°¥L­Ì¥þ³¡Å¥¨ìªº¤U¤@¥ó¨Æª«¬O¨º±Y¼ì¿j¶ô¡A¸I¼²¬Y¨Æ ªº Ryu ªºÁn­µÅå·W¥¢±¹, µM«á¤@ºØ«D±`¼ô±xªºÁn­µ: ³QÁq¥ß ªº³\¦h¨ÓºÖºjªº¥d·fÁn¡C
"Ryu!" / "Ryu"!
Ken's bracelet beeped, then began to flash steadily: Bird Scramble. "Good going," Ken muttered. "Jinpei, you take the south beach, Jun, take the east. Report the moment you see movement. We're going to follow him." / ªÖ®¦ªº³Q¹Í¹ÍÁnªº¤âÅN,µM«á¶}©lí©w¦a°{²{: ³¾Ãk½t¡C "¦n³B¥h",ªÖ®¦³ä³ä¦Û»y¡C "Jinpei,§A¦û¾Ú®üÅy«n³¡¡A¤»¤ë,±aªF³¡¡C ³ø§i§A¬Ý¨£¹B°Êªº¤ù¨è¡C §Ú­Ì±N­n¸òÀH¥L¡C"

Ryu had seen this scenario played before, but seldom had he been alone. Staring down the barrels of at least fifty rifles, he remained perfectly still. A now familiar hollow laugh sounded above him, and he looked up to see the new taicho standing on the level above, surrounded by troops. / Ryu ¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì³o¤@­Ó¦b¥H«e³Qª±ªº±¡¸`¡A¦ý¬O«Ü¤Ö°²¦p¥L¬O©t¿Wªº¡C ª`µø¤U¨Ó¦Ü¤Ö¤­¤Q§â¨ÓºÖºjªº±í,¥L«D±`«O«ùÀR¤î¡C ²{¦b¼ô±xªº¬}¯º¦b¥L¤W­±Å¥¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¬Ý¦b¤W­±¬Ý¨£¯¸¦b¤ô·Ç¤W¤W¤è ªº·s taicho, ³Q­x¶¤¥]³ò¡C
She began to speak, but another voice drowned her out. "Not so fast, Galactor. Do you really think we'd let you see this operation through?" / ¦o¶}©l»¡¡A¦ý¬O¥t¤@ºØÁn­µ²T¦º¥X¦o¡C "¤£¦p¦¹ÂN§Ù,Galactor¡C §A¯uªº»{¬°§Ú­Ì±N·|Åý§A¬ï¶V¬Ý¨£³o¤â³N¶Ü?"
The men froze, and three ominous shapes--two white, one blue--swooped down on them from above. The chamber erupted into chaos; guns firing, guards screaming over the whistling shriek of the Gatchaman's cutting saucer. With a whoop, Ryu leaped into the action, mowing down the guards around him / ¨k¤H­áµ², ©M¤T´c¥üªº§Îª¬--¤G¥Õ¦â , ÂŦâ--±q¦b¤W­±¦b¥L­Ì¨­¤W¤U¨Ó§ì¨ú¡C ·|ij«ÇÃzµo¤j²V¶Ã; ºj¯¥À»,¦b Gatchaman's ªº¾U§Q¯ùºÐªº§j¤f­ï¦y¾UªºÅTÁn¤§¤W«O½Ã¦y¥s¡C ÂǥѤ@Án¤j¥s¡A Ryu ¶i¤J¦æ°Ê¤§¤º¸õÅD, ¤Â¯óåP¸¨¦u½Ã¦b¥L©P³ò
As the enemy troops fell back, Ken moved back to Ryu so that their shoulders touched. "Good work, Ryu," he said. / ·í¼Ä¤H­x¶¤ºM°h , ªÖ®¦¦V«á¦a²¾°Ê¨ì Ryu ¡A¥H«K¥L­ÌªºªÓ±µÄ²¡C "¦n¤u§@,Ryu",¥L»¡¡C
The Owl shook his head. "No, Jinpei deserves the credit for this one. He's the one who found the weak spot on the installation." / ¿ßÀYÆN·nÀY¡C "¤£¡A Jinpei ¬°³o¤@­Ó¸Ó±o¨ì«H¥Î¡C ¥L¬Oµo²{¦b¦w¸Ë¤Wªº®zÂI¨º¤@­Ó¡C"
Jinpei moved up beside them. "No, it's thanks to Aniki that I found it." / Jinpei ²¾°Ê¦b¥L­Ì®ÇÃä¤W­±¡C "¤£¡A¥¦¹ï Aniki ¬OÁÂÁ¡A§Úµo²{¥¦" ¡C
Ken's brow furrowed beneath the visor. "What are you talking about?" / ªÖ®¦ªº¬Ü¤ò¦b­±ÀU¤§¤U²p¡C "§A¥¿¦b½Í½×¤°»ò"?
"You told me to fire the missile." / "§A§i¶D¤F§Úµo®g­¸¼u" ¡C
"No, I didn't." Ken and Jinpei exchanged puzzled looks. / "¤£, §Ú¨S¦³". ªÖ®¦©M Jinpei ¥æ´«§x´b®e»ª¡C
"Ken! This way!" Ahead of them, Jun motioned. The Galactors continued to pull back as the four moved quickly to what appeared to be the base's central power generator. "It's all here--the power source and the main broadcasting station!" / "ªÖ®¦! ³o¼Ë!"¦b¥L­Ì¤§«e¡A¤»¤ë¹B°Ê¡C Galactors Ä~Äò¦V«á¦a©Ô·í°µ¨º¥|«Ü§Ö¦a¨ì¦ü¥G¬O°ò¦ªº¤¤¥¡µo¹q¤½¥qªºªF¦è²¾°Ê¡C "¥¦¥þ³¡¦b³o¸Ì--¤O¶q¨Ó·½©M¥D­nªº¼s¼½¦w¸m"!
Ken produced a small but powerful detonator from a compartment in the heel of his boot; fixed it to the base of the generator, and set the timer for three minutes. Just as he signed for the rest of the team to clear out, the gates of the trap slammed into place. There were two low partitions forming a path from the generator to the exit, and suddenly they crackled with power. As the four members of the Kagaku Ninjatai stared, a glittering energy field formed around them, the crackling just audible above GelSadora's hollow laughter. / ªÖ®¦¥Í²£¤F¥Lªºªø¹u¸}«á¸òªº¨Ó¦Û¤@­Ó°Ï¹ºªº¤p¦ý¬O¦³¤Oªº detonator; ¹ïµo¹q¾÷ªº°ò¦­×²z¤F¥¦, ¦Ó¥B³]©w¤F©w®É¾¹¤T¤ÀÄÁ¡C ¥¿¦p¥Lñ¸pÅý¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À²M°£¥X,°é®Mªºªù²rµM¦a¼²¶i¦a¤è¡C ¦³¤G±qµo¹q¾÷¨ì¥X¤f§Î¦¨¤@±ø¸ô®| ªº§C¤À³Î¡A¦Ó¥B¬ðµM¥L­Ì¥H¤O¶qµo¥X°ÔÁn¡C ¨­¬°³Qª`µøªº Kagaku Ninjatai ªº¥|­Ó¦¨­û¡A¤@­ÓÀéÄê¯à·½»â°ì¦b¥L­Ì©P³ò§Î¦¨,Å¥±o¨£ªº¦b GelSadora's ªºªÅ¯º¤W­±ªº¥¿ª½¯Ü¥Ö¡C
Two panicked Galactors were trapped inside with them. One of them turned to flee and ran into the barrier. A harsh crackling followed, and Jun quickly turned her face away from the sight and stench of burning flesh. / ¥Ñ©ó¥L­Ì¤G³Q Galactors ®£·Wªº³Q§x¦í¶i¸Ì­±¡C ¥L­Ì¤§¤@·Ç³Æ°k¨«¦Ó¥B³´¤J»Ùê¡C ¤@­Ó²ÊÁWªº¯Ü¥Ö¸òÀH¡A¦Ó¥B¤»¤ë«Ü§Ö¦a±q¿U¿Nªº¦×µø¤O©M´c¯å©Úµ´¦oªºÁy¡C
From her vantage point above them, the new taicho laughed again. "I don't mind so much that you decimated our new little task force," she said. "They were high maintenance anyway. But it really is too bad you've found our base--do you have any idea what I went through to get it constructed? My only consolation is that you'll share its fate." / ±q¦b¥L­Ì¤W­±ªº¦oÆ[ÂI¡A·sªº taicho ¦A¤@¦¸¯º¡C " §Ú¤£¤¶·N¦p¦¹ªº¦h¥H­P©ó§A¤Q¤¤¿ï¤@¤F§Ú­Ìªº·s¤p¯S§O¤u§@¤p²Õ",¦o»¡¡C "µL½×¦p¦ó¥L­Ì¬O°ªºûÅ@¡C ¦ý¬O¥¦¯uªº¤ÓÃa§A¤w¸gµo²{§Ú­Ìªº°ò¦--§A¦³¥ô¦óªº·Qªk§Ú¬ï¹LÅý¥¦³Qºc³y¤°»ò¶Ü? §Úªº°ß¤@¦w¼¢¬O§A±N¤À¨É¥¦ªº©R¹B¡C"
Ken stared at the barrier around them, then glanced at the ticking detonator. This one hadn't been built with a shutoff. In such close quarters, their mantles wouldn't offer that much protection against the concussion or against that energy field should they hit it. The remaining Galactor huddled in a ball at the far end of the enclosure and whimpered. / ªÖ®¦¦b¥L­Ì©P³ò¨nµÛ»Ùê¬Ý,µM«áª`µø³Q®M®Æ detonator¡C ³o¤@­Ó¤£¤w¸g»P¤@­Ó¥Î¥H¾B³¬¤§ª«¤@°_«Ø³y¡C ¦b¦p¦¹±µªñªº¥|¤À¤§¤@¤¤¡A¥L­Ìªº¦a²[±N¤£´£¨Ñ¤Ï¹ï¿E°Ê©Î¨º¤@­Ó¯à·½»â°ìªº«Ü¦h«OÅ@¸U¤@¥L­ÌÀ»¤¤¥¦¡C ³Ñ¾lªº Galactor ¦bªþ¥óªº»·µ²§ôªº¤@­Ó²y¤¤±ÀÀ½¨Ã¥B¶ã«|¡C
Two minutes left. / ¤G¤ÀÄÁÂ÷¶}¡C
With one last laugh, GelSadora turned and disappeared down a corridor. / ¥Ñ©ó¤@³Ì«á¯º,GelSadora Âà¦Ó¥B®ø¥¢¤U¨Ó¤@­Ó¨«´Y¡C
"You know, I remember it now," Jinpei said suddenly. "That voice on the radio--if it wasn't Aniki's, then it was Joe's. Only you guys talk to me that way. It sounded like him, too." / " §Aª¾¹D, §Ú°O±o¥¦²{¦b",Jinpei ¬ðµM»¡¡C "¦b¦¬­µ¾÷¤Wªº¨º¤@ºØÁn­µ--¦pªG¥¦¤£¬O Aniki's,µM«á¥¦¬O³ìªº¡C ¥u¦³§A¹ï§Ú¨º¼Ë¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í½Í¸Ü¡C ¥¦¤]Å¥°_¨Ó¹³¥L¤@¼Ë¡C"
"That's impossible!" Ken snapped. "What can the dead do?" / " ¨º¬O¤£¥i¯àªº"! ªÖ®¦«rÂ_¡C "¦º¥hªº¤H¯à°µ¤°»ò"?
"I'd say that if we don't think of something, we're going to find out," Ryu said. Ken's mouth twisted sourly as he glanced back at the Owl. / " §Ú±N·|»¡¡A¦pªG§Ú­Ì¤£·Q¨ì¬Y¨Æ,§Ú­Ì±N­nµo²{",Ryu »¡¡C ·í¥L¦V«á¦a¦b¿ßÀYÆN¿h°{ªº®É­Ô¡AªÖ®¦ªº¼L»Ä»Ä¦aÀ¾¡C
One minute. / ¤ÀÄÁ¡C
They couldn't withstand the blast, but maybe they could circumvent it. Ken sifted through his memories of dealing with bombs in the past, but the only method he found needed more space than they had within the field. Unless.... / ¥L­Ì¤£¥i¥H©è§Ü¯e­·¡A¦ý¬O¤]³\¥L­Ì¥i¥H¶¦æ¥¦¡C ªÖ®¦¿z¼»¹L¥L¹L¥h³B²z¬µ¼uªº°O¾Ð¡A¦ý¬O¥Lµo²{»Ý­n¸û¥L­Ì¬°¦hªºªÅ¶¡°ß¤@ªº¤èªk¦³¦b»â°ì¸Ì­±¡C °£«D....
Ken straightened, lifted his head and spoke. / ªÖ®¦§Ëª½, Á|°_¤F¥LªºÀY¦Ó¥B»¡¡C
"Tatsumaki Fighter." / "Tatsumaki °«¤h".
Jun drew in her breath quickly. Ryu said, "The new one? But you know how unstable that is--" / ¤»¤ë«Ü§Ö¦aÅܵu¦oªº©I§l¡C Ryu »¡,"¤@­Ó·sªº? ¦ý¬O§Aª¾¹D¦p¦ó¤£Ã­©wªº¨º¬O--"
"It's all we've got--now move!" Ken herded the others into a tight circle, and quickly they fumbled with the tiny switches in their belts. / " ¥¦¥þ³£¬O§Ú­Ì¤w¸g±o¨ì--²{¦b²¾°Ê"! ªÖ®¦»E¶°¨ä¾lªÌ¶i¤@­Óºòªº¶ê°é¤§¤º¡A¦Ó¥B«Ü§Ö¦a¥L­Ì¥H¥L­Ìªº±a¤l·¥¤pªº¶}ÃöºN¯Á¡C
In the old days, the Tatsumaki Fighter was a difficult, but awesome maneuver. The five stood linked in a pyramid formation, and Joe and Ryu initiated the footwork and spiraling motion. As their speed increased, they switched places in a delicate and terrifying choreography as the winds from their passage blasted everything within range. Even without the full team present, they'd been able to do offshoot maneuvers: the Tatsumaki Fighter with two people; the Cross Fighter with three... But they needed space. The new technology Nambu had given them relied on generated fields, not movement, and while it took up little space, it offered little by way of control. / ¦bªº¼Æ¤Ñ¤¤¡A Tatsumaki °«¤h¬O§xÃø , ¦ý¬O¦³«ÂÄYªººt²ß¡C ¨º¤­¦bª÷¦r¶ð§Î¦¨¤è­±¯¸µÛ³s±µ, ©M³ì©M³Q¶}©l¸}ªº°Ê§@¦Ó¥B¦¨Á³±Ûª¬¤U­°¹B°Êªº Ryu¡C ·í¥L­Ìªº³t«×¼W¥[ªº®É­Ô, ¥L­ÌÂàÅܤF¦a¤è¦b¤@²Ó½oÀu¶®ªº¦Ó¥BÅåÀ~»RÁгN¦p¨Ó¦Û¦b½d³ò¸Ì­±³QºR´Ý¨C¥ó¨Æª«ªº¥L­Ì³q¹Dªº­·¡C ¬Æ¦Ü¨S¦³§¹¾ãªº¤p²Õ§ª«, ¥L­Ì¦³¯à°÷°µ¤ÀªKºt²ß: ¥Ñ©ó¤G­Ó¤Hªº Tatsumaki °«¤h; ¥æ¤eªº°«¤h¥Ñ©ó¤T¡C¡C¡C ¦ý¬O¥L­Ì»Ý­n¤FªÅ¶¡¡C ·sªº§Þ³N Nambu ¤w¸gµ¹¥L­Ì¥õ¿à²£¥Íªº»â°ì¦Ó¤£¬O¹B°Ê¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥¦µÛ¤â¶i¦æ¤pªºªÅ¶¡®É­Ô, ¥¦´£¨Ñ±±¨îªº¤è¦¡¤@ÂIÂI¡C
The four braced hands against shoulders and held tightly as the Tatsumaki Device came on line. The air stirred, gathered its strength, then snapped into its familiar spiral formation with a terrible roar. Closing their eyes and clenching their teeth, the four counted down the final seconds to detonation. / ¨º¥|·í Tatsumaki ¸Ë¸mµo¥Í½u¡Aºòºò¦a¤ä¼µ¤F¹ï§ÜªÓªº¤â¦Ó¥B®³µÛ¡C ¿E°_ªºªÅ®ð,»E¶°¤F¥¦ªº¤O¶q, µM«á¶i¤J©M¤@Án¥i©Èªº§q¥¦¼ô±xªºÁ³±Û§Îªº§Î¦¨¤§¤º«rÂ_¡C Ãö³¬¥L­Ìªº²´·ú¦Ó¥Bºò´¤¥L­Ìªº¤ú¾¦, ¨º¥|­pºâ¤U¨Óµ²§½¹ïÃz¬µªº¬í¡C

Gentle movement. Waves... / ·Å©Mªº¹B°Ê¡C ªi®ö¡C¡C¡C
Ken sensed the gentle sound of water lapping outside his helmet, the heat of the sun on his face; felt his body rocking rhythmically. Absently he knew that he had to wake or he would drown, but the motion dragged him deeper into the darkness, soothing him out of awareness. His arms and legs felt like lead weights. / ªÖ®¦¦b¥Lªº¿û²¯¤§¥~·Pı¤F¤ôªº·Å©MÁn­µ¬ã¿i,¦b¥LªºÁy¤W¤Ó¶§ªº¼ö; ¸`«µ¦a·Pı¥Lªº¨­Åé·nÂ\¡C ¤ß¤£¦b²j¦a¥Lª¾¹D¡A¥L¥²¶·¥s¿ô¡A§_«h¥L±N·|²T¦º¡A¦ý¬O¹B°Ê§ó²`¤J¦a¶i¤J¶Â·t¤§¤º©ì©Ô¤F¥L, ¼¾¼¢ªº¥L¥Ñ©óı¹î¡C ¥Lªº¤â©M»L·Pı¹³½u¯Á­«¶q¡C
Jun? Jinpei? Ryu? Where were they? Could they help him, or were they in the same danger? Ken strained to open his eyes, but the lids were heavy and swollen and refused to obey. / ¤»¤ë? Jinpei? Ryu? ¥L­Ì¦b­þ¸Ì? ¥i¥H¥L­ÌÀ°§U¥L, ©Î¥L­Ì¦b¬Û¦Pªº¦MÀI¤è­±¶Ü? ºò±i¥´¶}¥Lªº²´·úªÖ®¦,¦ý¬O»\¤l¬O­«ªº©M¿±µÈªº¨Ã¥B©Úµ´ªA±q¡C
Water lapped against his chin, running into his helmet. He was floating, stretched out, facing the sky. How long have I been here? He could breathe, though the air came in shallow gasps. The skin on his lower face and lips stung, and his mouth was full of salt. / ¤ô­«Å|¹ï§Ü¥Lªº¤U¤Ú,¶i¤J¥Lªº¿û²¯¤§¤º¶]¡C ¥L¬Oº}¯Bªº,¦ù®i¥X,­±¹ï¤ÑªÅ¡C §Ú¤w¸g¦b³o¸Ì¦h¤[? ¥L¥i¥H©I§l,ÁöµMªÅ®ð¶i¨Ó²Lªº³Ý®ð¡C ¦b¥Lªº¸û§CÁy©M®B¤Wªº¥Ö½§¨ë¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¼L¥Rº¡ÆQ¡C
Something droned in the distance; whether from an outside source or from the ringing in his ears, Ken couldn't tell. / ¬Y¨Æ¦b»»»·¤§³Bªº droned; ¬O§_±q¤@­Ó¥~­±ªº¨Ó·½©Î±q¥Lªº¦Õ¦·¨º­Ó»ïÅT¡AªÖ®¦¤£¥i¥H§i¶D¡C
"Here. Cut the engine here." / "¦b³o¸Ì¡C ¦b³o¸Ì´î¤Ö¤ÞÀº¡C"
The drone died, leaving the sounds of water striking metal, in countertime to the water against his helmet. Still too far away, too dreamlike to Ken, he was content to remain still and wait. A stray wave slapped him. Purplish light shone through his eyelids, then something blocked the sun. / ¶¯¸Á¦º,Â÷¶}¤ôªºÁn­µ¿ô¥Øªºª÷ÄÝ, ¦b countertime ¤¤¨ì¹ï§Ü¥Lªº¿û²¯¤ô¡C ¤´µM¦b¤Ó»·³B, ¤Ó¹Ú¤@¯ëªº¹ïªÖ®¦¡A¥Lº¡¨¬«O«ùÀR¤î¦Ó¥Bµ¥­Ô¡C ¤@­Ó°g³~ªºªi®ö©çÀ»¤F¥L¡C ±aµµ¦âªº¥ú·ÓÄ£¹L¥Lªº²´¥Ö,µM«á¬Y¨Æªý¶ë¤F¤Ó¶§¡C
A hand touched his face, felt along his neck, then grazed his nose and mouth. A man's voice sounded, low and muffled. "He's still breathing." / ±µÄ²¥LªºÁy¤@°¦¤â,¦V«e·Pı¥Lªº²ä¤l, µM«á¨Ï¦Y¯ó¥Lªº»ó¤l©M¼L¡C ¨k¤HªºÁn­µÅ¥, §CÂI¦Ó¥B³ò»q¡C "¥L¤´µM¥¿¦b©I§l" ¡C
That voice.... / ¨º¤@ºØÁn­µ....
Joe? / ³ì?
I'm dreaming again. / §Ú¥¿¦b¦A¤@¦¸°µ¹Ú¡C
Another voice, more distant, said, "I can't believe this--all four of them?" / ¥t¤@ºØÁn­µ,§ó»·ªº,»¡," §Ú¤£¯à¬Û«H³o--¥L­Ì¥|­Ó¥þ³¡³£"?
"They're all alive," growled the first voice. "Move in a little closer." / " ¥L­Ì¥þ³¡¬¡µÛ",«ã§p¤F²Ä¤@ºØÁn­µ¡C " ·h¶iµy·L¤ñ¸û¾aªñ".
Ken felt the litter being arranged beneath his body, and he struggled again to open his eyes. The lids spasmed, then parted, letting in blinding light. He gasped, then tried to turn his head toward the man leaning over him. He caught the brief glimps of a dark shape that moved quickly away from him, then suddenly he was pulled from the ocean with an abrupt lurch. A wave of sickness overwhelmed him before his awareness fell mercifully away. / ªÖ®¦·Pı¤F©U§£¦b³Q¦w±Æ¤§¤U¥Lªº¨­Åé¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦A¤@¦¸§V¤O¥´¶}¥Lªº²´·ú¡C ³Q©âµ¬ªº»\¤l,µM«á¤À¶},Åý¨Ï¤H¯t¥Øªº¥ú¶i¥h¡C ¥L³Ý®ð, µM«á¹Á¸ÕÂà¦b¥L¤Wªº¹ï©ó¨k¤Hªº¥LÀY¶É±×¡C ¥L®·®»¤F«Ü§Ö¦a²¾°Ê»·Â÷¥Lªº¶Â·t§Îª¬ªºÂ²µu glimps,µM«á¬ðµM¥L±q©M¤@­Ó¬ðµMªººG±Ñ¤j®ü³Q©Ô¡C ¦b¥LªºÄ±¹î¤¯·O¦a¶^¸¨Â÷¶}¤§«e , ¯e¯fªº®ö¼é²T¨S¤F¥L¡C

Once again he lay in the cockpit of the burning Eagle Sharp. The face of his friend glared down at him through the shattered canopy, outlined by the burning trees. "Ken! Give me your hand, dammit!" / ¦A¤@¦¸¥L¦b©ó¿NÆNªº¾r¾p­û®y¿µ°ª½Õ¡C ¥LªºªB¤ÍÁy¦b¥L¸g¹L³Q¥´¸Hªº¤ÑÁOµo¯t¥ú¤U¨Ó, ³Q¿U¿Nªº¾ð·§²¤»¡©ú¡C "ªÖ®¦! µ¹§Ú§Aªº¤â,¸Ó¦º!"
"Joe! You're behind all of this, aren't you?" he shouted. "You rescued me from the water! You made that tape, didn't you? Tell me!" / "³ì! ³o§A¦b¥þ³¡«á­±, §A¤£¬O?"¥L©I³Û¡C "§A±q¤ô¤¤±Ï°_§Ú! §A»s³y¤F¨º¤@±²¿ý­µ±a,¤£¬O¶Ü? §i¶D§Ú!"
The apparition glanced over one shoulder then back at Ken, his teeth bared in a grimace. "If I say yes, will you do what I tell you?" Ken moved his head. "Then yes, it was me! Give me your hand!" / °­µM«á¦bªÖ®¦¦V«á¦aÂsÄý¤@­ÓªÓ,¥Lªº¤ú¾¦¦b¤@­Ó­±³¡ªº¬n§á¤¤¨Ï¨ª»r¡C " ¦pªG§Ú»¡¬Oªº, §A±N°µ§Ú§i¶Dªº¶Ü§A"? ªÖ®¦²¾°Ê¤F¥LªºÀY¡C "µM«á¬Oªº¡A¥¦¬O§Ú! µ¹§Ú§Aªº¤â!"
Ken reached out. Joe grasped his forearm and pulled him free of the cockpit, throwing him to the ground outside the burning plane, then shielding him with deep blue wings. / ªÖ®¦¨ì¹F¥X¡C §K©ó¾r¾p­û®y¿µªº³Q§ì¦í¥Lªº«eÁu¨Ã¥B©Ô¤F¥Lªº³ì,¹ï¦a­±¦b¿U¿Nªº­¸¾÷¤§¥~¥á¥L, µM«á«Ì¹j¥L¥Ñ©ó²`ªºÂŦâ¯Í»H¡C
"How..." Ken half-whispered, his breath too shallow. "How is this possible?" / "¦p¦ó¡C¡C¡C" ªÖ®¦¤@¥b-¦Õ»y,¥Lªº©I§l¤Ó¨ÏÅܲL¡C "³o¦p¦ó¥i¯àªº"?
Joe glared down at him, his face shadowed in the orange light. "You tell me. You're the expert on what the dead can do." / ³ì¦b¥Lµo¯t¥ú¤U¨Ó,¥LªºÁy¦b¬a¾ï¥ú¤¤¾B½ª¡C "§A§i¶D§Ú¡C §A¬O±M®a¦º¥hªº¤H¯à°µ¡C"
"Why won't you come forward? Why are you doing this to us?" / "§A¬°¤°»ò¤£®¼¨­¦Ó¥X ? §A¬°¤°»ò°µ³oµ¹§Ú­Ì?"
"Ken..." The Condor's head bowed, his eyes half closed. "You have to stop taking these risks. The team can't last long this way." / "ªÖ®¦¡C¡C¡C"¨rÆNªºÀYÅs¸y,¥Lªº²´·ú¤@¥b¦aÃö³¬¡C "§A¥²¶·°±¤î±Ä¨ú³o¨Ç­·ÀI¡C ¤p²Õ¤£¯à³Ì«á¤[³o¼Ë¡C"
Then he vanished. The trees continued to burn high overhead. Ken stared as they swayed, awash in orange light. His eyes ached, and he felt the tears trickling from the corners of his eyes, running down into his hair. / µM«á¥L®ø¥¢¡C ¾ðÄ~Äò¿U¿N°ªªºÃB¥~¶}¾P¡C ·í¥L­Ì·n°Êªº®É­Ô¡AªÖ®¦ª`µø, »P¤ô­±»ô¥­ªº¦b¾ï¦âªº¥ú¤¤¡C ¥Lªº²´·úµh¡A¦Ó¥B¥L·Pı¤F±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨²¾°Ê¡A¶i¤J¥LªºÀY¾v¤§¤º¶]¤U¨Ó ªº²\ºw¡C
"Ken..." / "ªÖ®¦¡C¡C¡C"
The flames faded, brightening to the antiseptic fluorescent white of a hospital room. The face staring down at him was Dr. Nambu's. / ¤w¿Æ¦âªº¤õµK,¹ïÂå°|©Ð¶¡ªº±þµß¿Ã¥úªº¥Õ¦âÅÜ«G¡C ¦b¥Lª`µø¤U¨Ó ªºÁy¬O Nambu's ³Õ¤h¡C
"Hakase." / "Hakase".
"Ken, do you know where you are?" / "ªÖ®¦,§Aª¾¹D§A¦b­þ¸Ì¶Ü"?
"No, but I can hazard a guess. G-Town medical ward?" / "¤£¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¯à«_¤@­Ó²q´úªº¦MÀI¡C G- «°ÂíªºÂå¥Í¦u½Ã?"
"Aniki wins the prize!" Ken looked past Dr. Nambu to see the rest of the team. Their faces were blotchy with red marks and smears of salve, and Jun wore a brace on her right wrist. They surrounded the bed, moving stiffly. / "Aniki űo¼ú"! ªÖ®¦¬Ý¤F¹L¥hªº Nambu ³Õ¤h¬Ý¨£¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¡C ¥L­ÌªºÁy¹ï³n»Iªº¬õ¦â¼Ð»x©M¦Ã¸ñ·P¨ì¨ì³B¦³¦ÃÂI¡A¦Ó¥B¤»¤ë¬ïµÛ¤F¦b¦o¤Wªº¤@­Ó¤ä¬W¥¿½Tªº¤âµÃ¡C ¥L­Ì¥]³ò¤F§É,§bªO¦a²¾°Ê¡C
Ken strained to sit up. Reaching over, Dr. Nambu pressed a button and elevated the head of the bed. Ken gave him a halfhearted glare, but settled back against the pillow. "Everyone... is everyone all right?" / ºò±i¼õ©]ªºªÖ®¦¡C ¦ù¹L¤â¥h, Nambu ³Õ¤h«ö¤F¤@­Ó«ö¶s©M´£°ªªº§ÉÀY¡C ªÖ®¦µ¹¤©¤F¥L¤£»{¯uªº°{Ä£¥ú, ¦ý¬O©T©wªº¦V«á¦a¤Ï¹ïªEÀY¡C "¨C­Ó¤H¡C¡C¡C ¨C­Ó¤HÁÙ¦n§a?"
Ryu waved a hand, which also sported a bandage. "Ah, we're fine. We were worried about you--you took the longest to wake up." / Ryu ´§»R¤F¤@°¦¤â,¤]¹CÀ¸¤F¤@±øÁ^±a¡C "°Ú,§Ú­Ì«Ü¦n¡C §Ú­Ì¬°§A¾á¼~--§A±a¤F³Ìªøªº¿ô¨Ó¡C"
"What happened?" Ken said. "How were we rescued?" / " ¤°»òµo¥Í"? ªÖ®¦»¡¡C "§Ú­Ì¦p¦ó³Q±Ï¥X"?
"Do you remember anything at all?" Nambu asked. / " §A°O±o¶Ü¥ô¦ó¨Æ¥þµM"? Nambu °Ý¡C
Ken opened his mouth, then paused and shook his head. "No. Nothing. We initiated the Tatsumaki Fighter, the bomb detonated, and... that's all. None of you remember?" Jun, Jinpei and Ryu shook their heads. / ¥´¶}¥Lªº¼LªÖ®¦,µM«á¼È°±¦Ó¥B·nÀY¡C "²@¤£ªº¸¹½X¡C §Ú­Ì¶}©l¤F Tatsumaki °«¤h,¬µ¼u¤ÞÃz,©M¡C¡C¡C ¨º¬O©Ò¦³ªº¡C §A¨S¦³¤@­Ó°O±o?"¤»¤ë,Jinpei ©M Ryu ·nÀY¡C
"Nothing past the explosion," Jun said. / " ¨S¨Æ¹L¥hªºÃz¬µ",¤»¤ë»¡¡C
"You were pulled out of the ocean and taken to an aid station, and from there, a rescue worker called the ISO," Nambu said. "We have no details. We still don't know who found you. There were many rescue crews working in the area, and nobody has come forward." / "§A³Q²æÂ÷¤j®ü¦Ó¥B®³¨ì¤@­ÓÀ°§U¯¸¡A¦Ó¥B±q¨º¸Ì¡A¤@­Ó´©±Ï¤u¤H©I¥s¤F°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´",Nambu »¡¡C "§Ú­Ì¨S¦³²Ó¸`¡C §Ú­Ì¤´µM¤£ª¾¹D½Öµo²{§A¡C ¦³¦b°Ï°ì¤¤¤u§@ ªº³\¦h´©±Ï²Õ­û¡A¦Ó¥B¨S¦³¤H¤w¸g®¼¨­¦Ó¥X¡C"
"You'd think somebody would," Jinpei said. "That must be a real surprise, to have to go rescue the Kagaku Ninjatai." Ken winced, and the boy came up to the bed. "I didn't mean it like that, Aniki." / " §A±N·|»{¬°¬Y¤H±N·|",Jinpei »¡¡C "¨º¤@©w¬O¯u¥¿ªº·N¥~, ¥²¶·¥h´©±Ï Kagaku Ninjatai". ªÖ®¦¬ÈÁY¡A¦Ó¥B¨k«Ä¨ì§É¡C "§Ú¹³¨º¤@¼Ë¤£¬O¬G·Nªº,Aniki".
"I know," he said quietly, then reached out and patted the boy on the arm. "At least the base is gone." / "§Úª¾¹D",¥L¦wÀR¦a»¡,µM«á¨ì¹F¥X¨Ã¥B»´©ç¦b¤âÁu¤Wªº¨k«Ä¡C "¦Ü¤Ö°ò¦¤£¨£¤F" ¡C
"We've finished analysis on the tape," Nambu said, and four sets of eyes fastened on the doctor, frightening in their intensity. / "§Ú­Ì¤w¸g§¹¦¨°w¹ï¿ý­µ±aªº¤ÀªR",Nambu »¡¡A¦Ó¥B²´·úªº¥|²Õ¦bÂå¥Í¨­¤W¬Cºò,¦b¥L­Ìªº±j¯P¤¤ÅåÀ~¡C
"Well?" / "´é¥X"?
"Was it Joe?" Jun asked, trying to soften Ken's abruptness. / " ¥¦¬O³ì"? ¤»¤ë°Ý, ¹Á¸Õ¨ÏªÖ®¦ªº¬ðµMÅܬX³n¡C
"No." Nambu clasped his hands behind his back and regarded the floor. "It wasn't Joe. It was generated mechanically. A skillful reproduction... but it wasn't Joe. I'm sorry." / "¸¹½X" Nambu ¦©ºò¤F¦b¥Lªº­I³¡«á­±ªº¥L¤â¦Ó¥Bµø¬°¤F¦aªO¡C "¥¦¤£¬O³ì¡C ¥¦³Q¾÷±ñ¦a²£¥Í¡C ¼ô½mªº¦A²{¡C¡C¡C ¦ý¬O¥¦¤£¬O³ì¡C ¹ï¤£°_¡C"
Of course. Of course it wasn't Joe. Ken suddenly hated himself. What was he thinking? Joe was dead. / ·íµM¡C ·íµM¥¦¤£¬O³ì¡C ªÖ®¦¬ðµM¼¨«ë¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¥L¥¿¦b·Q¤°»ò? ³ì¦º¡C
Ken sat up, threw his legs over the side and slid out of bed. He was clothed in boxers and a t-shirt, and his right arm was back in its sling. Awkwardly he walked toward the nearest window and stared out at the ocean. / ¼õ©]ªºªÖ®¦,§É§â¦bÃä©M slid ¤Wªº¥L»L¥á¥X¥h¡C ¥L¦b®±À»®a©M¤@­Ó T«ò¤¤³Q¥¬®Æ¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¥k¤âÁu¬O¥¦ªº§ë¥Û¾¹ªº­I­±¡C ²Â©å¦a¥L¹ï©ó³Ìªñªºµ¡¤á¨«¸ô¦Ó¥B¦b¤j®üªº¥~ª`µø¡C
"Ken?" Jun's voice. / "ªÖ®¦"? ¤»¤ëªºÁn­µ¡C
"It's all right. I'm all right. Thank you, everyone. You need to rest." / "¥¦¬O¨SÃö«Y¡C §Ú¬O¨SÃö«Y¡C ÁÂÁ§A,¨C­Ó¤H¡C §A»Ý­n¥ð®§¡C"
Ken didn't turn away from the window until they had gone. / ª½¨ì¥L­Ì¤w¸g¥h¡AªÖ®¦¨S¦³»·Â÷µ¡¤áÂà¡C


Joe sat hunched in a seat by the window, duffel bag at his feet. Outside an airliner taxied by and line crews bustled around the jets, loading and unloading luggage. Other travelers shuffled through the waiting area, absorbed in their own affairs. Over the intercom, an attendant announced final boarding call for Flight 2457 at Gate 10A. Now six hundred miles from San Frangelis, he had one more connection before he took a private plane, then a boat back to Rafael. / ³ì¦bµ¡¤á®ÇÃ䪺¤@­Ó®y¦ì¤¤§¤µÛÅs¸y¾m­I,²Ê©O¤j¦ç¦b¥Lªº¸}¸Ë¤J³U¤¤¡C ¥~­±ªº¤@¬[³Q­¼­pµ{¨®ªº«È¾÷³Q¦Ó¥B½u²Õ­û¦b¼Q®g¾÷ªº©P³ò©b¦£,­t¸ü©M¨ø³f¦æ§õ¡C ¨ä¥Lªº®È«È©ì¦²¹Lµ¥­Ô°Ï°ì,¦b¥L­Ì¦Û¤vªº¨Æ¥ó¤¤§l¦¬¡C ¦b¹ïÁ¿¾¹¤§¤W¡A¤@¦ìÀH±q¦b²Ä 10 ªù¤@¬°¯Z¾÷ 2457 «Å§G¤F³Ì«áªºµn¾÷©I¥s¡C ²{¦b¦b¶ZÂ÷®áªe Frangelis ¤»¦Ê­ù³B¡A¦b¥L±a¤F¤@¬[¨p¤H­¸¾÷¤§«e , ¥L¦³¤F¥t¥~¤@­Ó³s±µ, µM«á¦V«á¦a¨ì Rafael ªº¤@¿´²î¡C
Another failure. Another near miss. / ¥t¤@­Ó¥¢±Ñ¡C ¥t¥~¦b¹L¿ùªºªþªñ¡C
As he worked with the rescuers, the explosion at the Alamo Prison had dropped the ground from beneath his feet, sending more debris tumbling over the attack site. Thinking it a renewed attack, Joe had gone toward the sound, racing toward the bay on foot. The previous attack had stopped traffic dead, jamming cars tightly in the streets, and Joe dodged both around and over vehicles, then finally took to the rooftops. From his new vantage point, he could see the huge plume of smoke rising from what had once been the Alamo Prison. Most of the island was gone, the smoke and flames seeming to rise directly from a hole in the ocean. On the highest point of nearby Angel Island, the New Godphoenix sat quietly, streaked with soot. Joe stopped, staring. That wasn't right. Where was the team? / ·í¥L»P±Ï§UªÌ¦X§@ªº®É­Ô,Ãz¬µ±q¦b¥Lªº¸}¤§¤U¦b¥Õ·¨ºÊº»¤w¸g©ñ±ó¦a­±,°e¹M¤Î§ðÀ»¦ì¸m¶^¸¨ ªº§ó¦h¸H¤ù¡C ·Q¥¦¤@­Ó³Q§ó·sªº§ðÀ», ³ì¤w¸g¹ï©óÁn­µ¥h, ¨«¸ô¹ï©ó®üÆWÁɶ]¡C ¥ý«eªº§ðÀ»¤w¸g°±¤î¥æ³q¦º,¦bµó¹D¤¤ºòºò¦aÀ½¨T¨®,¦Ó¥B³ì¦bªþªñ¦Ó¥B¦b¨®½ø¤§¤WÁ׶},µM«á³Ì«á³ß·R«Î³»¡C ±q¥Lªº·sÆ[ÂI¡A¥L¥i¥H¬Ý¨£±q´¿¸g¤w¸g¬O¥Õ·¨ºÊº»ªºªF¦è¤É°_ ªº·Ï·¥¤jªº¦Ð¤ò¡C ¤j³¡¥÷ªº®q¤£¨£¤F,·Ï©M¤õµK¦ü¥Gª½±µ¦a±q¤j®üªº¤@­Ó¬}¤W¤É¡C ¦bªþªñªº¤Ñ¨Ï®qªº³Ì°ªÂI¤W¡A·sªº Godphoenix ¦wÀR¦a§¤,¥H·Ñ·Ï¥[±ø¯¾¡C ³ì°±¤î,ª`µø¡C ¨º¤£¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C ¤p²Õ¦b­þ¸Ì?
He scanned the bay from left to right. The concussion had churned the ocean into chaotic white peaks, but there, near the prison ruins, Joe caught a flash of orange metal. Wishing for binoculars, he squinted. A sharp, angled wing bobbed in the ocean, and he focused on that as best he could. Slapped by a wave, the craft moved. Joe caught sight of a curved yellow canopy and the stylized beak painted on the nose, and he sucked in his breath. / ¥L±q¥ªÃä¨ì¥kÃä±½´y¤F®üÆW¡C ¿E°Ê¤w¸gÅÍ©Õ¤j®ü¶i²V¶Ãªº¥Õ¦â®pÅq¤§¤º¡A¦ý¬O¦b¨º¸Ì¡A¦bºÊº»·´·Àªºªþªñ¡A³ì¤Þ°_¤F¾ï¦âªºª÷ÄÝ°{¥ú¡C ´Á±æÂù²´±æ»·Ãè,¥L¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´¡C ¤@­Ó°ª½Õ,«ö¬Y¤@¨¤«×Âà°Ê¤F¦b¤j®ü¤¤³Q®¶°Êªº¯Í»H¡A¦Ó¥B¥L§â­«¤ß¶°¤¤¦b¨º¦p³Ì¦n¥L¥i¥H¡C Âǵۤ@­Óªi®ö©çÀ»,­¸¾÷²¾°Ê¡C ³ì¿h¨£¤@Ås¶À¦âªº¤ÑÁO¦Ó¥B³Q³¾¼L­Ó©Ê¤Æªº¦b»ó¤l¤Wµe¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦b¥Lªº©I§l¤è­±§l¡C
The memory blurred, the details unimportant. Somehow he'd gotten back to the rescue crews, grabbed two of the volunteers and commandeered a motorboat from the pier. The search, though it seemed to take forever, was brief. / °O¾Ð¼Ò½k, ¤£­«­nªº²Ó¸`¡C ¤£ª¾¦ó¬G¥L¤w¸g¦^¨ì´©±Ï²Õ­û, §ì¨ú§ÓÄ@ªÌ¤¤ªº¤G­Ó¦Ó¥B¼x¶Ò¨Ó¦Û½XÀYªº¤@¿´¨T²î¡C ·j´M,ÁöµM¥¦¦ü¥G¥Ã»·¦a®³,¬OºK­n¡C
Joe found Jun first, thanks to the pink and red of her uniform. She'd been floating face-up, unconscious. Jinpei and Ryu were in worse shape, floating face down, their mantles blending in with the sea. The boy had stopped breathing, but still had a pulse, and the two men in the boat began CPR on him as Joe dragged Ryu's awkward bulk aboard the boat by himself. Ryu had inhaled some ocean as well, but Joe was able to force the water from the Owl's lungs; after a moment, Ryu gasped and began breathing on his own. / µo²{¤»¤ëªº³ì²Ä¤@,¹ï¦oªº¨îªA¯»¬õ¦â©M¬õ¦âÁÂÁ¡C ¦o¤w¸g¬Oº}¯BªºÁy-´£°ª,µL·NÃѪº¡C Jinpei ©M Ryu ¬O¦b¸ûÁVªº§Îª¬¤¤, º}¯BªºÁy¤U¨Ó, ¥L­Ìªº²V¦X ªº¦a²[¦b¥Ñ©ó®ü¬v¡C ·í³ì¿W¦Û·f­¼²î©ì©Ô¤F Ryu's ªº²Â©å¤j¦h¼Æªº®É­Ô¡A¨k«Ä¤w¸g°±¤î©I§l, ¦ý¬O¤´µM¦³¤F¯ß»K¡A¦Ó¥B²îªº¤G¦ì¨k¤H¶}©l¤F¦b¥L¤Wªº CPR ¡C Ryu ¤]¤w¸g§l¤J¤@¨Ç¤j®ü¡A¦ý¬O³ì¯à°÷À£­¢¨Ó¦Û¿ßÀYÆNªºªÍ¤ô; ¦b¤ù¨è¤§«á¡A Ryu ³Ý®ð¦Ó¥B¶}©l¾a¥L¦Û¤v©I§l¡C
And then Ken, his face burned and battered, struggled to wake up as Joe secured the litter around him. As the Gatchaman's eyes opened, Joe pushed away from him, surprised at the suddenness of the move. I don't... I don't want.... / µM«áªÖ®¦ , ¥LªºÁy¿U¿N¦Ó¥BºV¥´,·í³ì¦b¥L©P³ò«OÅ@¤F©U§£¡A§V¤O¿ô¨Ó¡C ·í Gatchaman's ªº²´·ú¥´¶}ªº®É­Ô,³ì±À°Ê»·Â÷¥L,¦b²¾°Êªº¬ðµM¦YÅå¡C §Ú¤£¡C¡C¡C §Ú¤£·Q­n....
Either rejoin them or stay away from them. Don't hover between. / ©Î±q¥L­Ì¦A¥[¤J¥L­Ì©ÎÂ÷¶}¡C ¤£­n½L±Û¦b¤§¶¡¡C
It's not fair--I wasn't even involved! / ¥¦¤£¬O¤½¥­ªº--§Ú¤£¬O¬Æ¦Ü¦³Ãö!
He could just hear Ken's voice: "You weren't there. We needed a team of five. We needed you." / ¥L¥i¥H¶È¶ÈÅ¥¨ìªÖ®¦ªºÁn­µ: "§A¤£¦b¨º¸Ì¡C §Ú­Ì»Ý­n¤@¶¤¤­¡C §Ú­Ì»Ý­n¤F§A¡C"
The team of five. The fifth member should have been Getz. / ¤­ªº¤p²Õ¡C ²Ä¤­­Ó¦¨­ûÀ³¸Ó­n¬O Getz ªº¡C
"Getz is dead. You deserted us." / "Getz ¦º¡C §A¿ò±ó¤F§Ú­Ì¡C"
He would only hurt them by returning, but here... they were being hurt without him. Jun's face had been burned and bruised, pale in the cold ocean, her lips white. The kid had almost drowned again. If he had been with them, would he have been able to prevent this? Could he have tipped the scales in their favor? / ¥L¥u±N·|ÂÇ¥ÑÂkÁٶˮ`¥L­Ì, ¦ý¬O¦b³o¸Ì¡C¡C¡C ¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¨S¦³¥L³Q¶Ë®`¡C ¤»¤ëªºÁy¤w¸g³Q¿U¿N¦Ó¥B¥´¶Ë,¦b´H§Nªº¤j®ü¤¤ÅÜ»a¥Õ, ¥Õ¦âªº¦o®B¡C ¤p«Ä´X¥G¤w¸g¦A¤@¦¸²T¦º¡C °²¦p¥L¬O©M¥L­Ì¦b¤@°_¡A¤£¬O¶Ü¤w¸g¯à°÷ÁקK³o? ¥L¥i¥H¤w¸g´£¥Ü¥L­Ìªº¦n·N¨è«×¶Ü?
Joe leaned back in his seat, rubbing his eyes with one hand. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to look out the window and at the people around him. To see the everyday bustle of travelers instead of the wounded and dying. / ³ì¦b¥Lªº®y¦ì¤¤¦V«á¦a­Ê¾a,¥Î¤@°¦¤âÀ¿¥Lªº²´·ú¡C §@²`ªº©I§l, ¥L±j­¢¤F¥L¦Û¤v¤p¤ßµ¡¤á©M¦b¤H¦b¥L©P³ò¡C ¬Ý¨£®È«Èªº¨C¤ÑÂZÄW¥N´À¨º¨ü¶Ëªº©M««¦ºªº¡C


Nambu left the team with orders to rest and heal. Though he didn't restrict them to base, none of them had the energy to leave G-Town and instead stayed at their quarters on base. Now Ryu sprawled on a large recliner in the open lounge near their quarters and watched football on the wall-sized television. / Nambu ¥Î©R¥OÂ÷¶}¤p²Õ¥ð®§¦Ó¥Bªv¡¡C ÁöµM¥L¨S¦³­­¨î¥L­Ì§@°ò¦¡A¦ý¬O¥L­Ì¨S¦³¤@­Ó¦³¤F¯à·½¦b°ò¦¤W¯d¤U G- «°Âí©M§ï¬°³Q°±¯d¦b¥L­Ìªº¥|¤À¤§¤@¡C ²{¦b Ryu ¦b¥L­Ìªº¥|¤À¤§¤@ªþªñªº¶}©ñ¶¢³}ªº¤@­Ó¤jªºª×´È¤WÂX®i¨Ã¥B¬Ý¤F¦bÀð¾À³W¼Ò¹qµø¤Wªº¨¬²y¡C
At this hour of the night, that particular wing was deserted, so Ryu glanced over briefly at the sound of footsteps and saw Jinpei coming down the hall. / ¦b©]±ßªº³o¤p®É, ¨º¯S§Oªº¯Í»H³Q¿ò±ó¡A¦]¦¹¡A Ryu ²µu¦a¦b¸}¨B©M¿÷¤lªºÁn­µÂsÄý Jinpei ¤U¨ÓªùÆU¡C
"Hey, kid, what's up?" / "¶Ù¡A¤p«Ä, ¤°»ò¦V¤W"?
"Nothing, really. Oneechan is reading and I think Aniki's sleeping. I can't sleep" Ducking past the television, Jinpei took off his shoes and curled up on the far end of the couch by the window. His bruises were more vivid now, and Ryu looked him over for a long moment before they both turned to watch the game. / "¨S¨Æ,¯uªº¡C Oneechan ¥¿¦bŪ¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú·Q Aniki's ªººÎ¯v¡C §Ú¤£¯àºÎı" Æp¤J¤ô¤¤¶V¹L¹qµø¡A Jinpei ¦bµ¡¤áªºªø´È»·µ²§ô¤W²æ±¼¥Lªº¾c¤l¦Ó¥B»lÁY¦Óª×¡C ¥Lªº·ï¶Ë²{¦b¬O§ó¥Í°Êªº¡A¦Ó¥B Ryu ¬Ý¥Lµ²§ô¬°ªøªº¤ù¨è¥H«e¥L­Ì­Ç³£³Q·Ç³Æ¬Ý¤ñÁÉ¡C
"Neh, Ryu." / "Neh,Ryu".
"Hm?" / "Hm"?
"Do you believe in ghosts?" / "§A¬Û«H°­¶Ü"?
Ryu let the back up on the recliner and put the footrest down so that both feet rested flat on the floor. He regarded Jinpei with a frown. "What brought this on?" / Ryu ¦bª×´È¤W¦V¤WÅý­I­±¨Ã¥B©ñ¤U¸}¹¹¡A¥H«K¨â¸}¦b¦aªO¤W¥ð®§¥­©Z¡C ¥L¥Î½K¬Üµø¬° Jinpei ¡C " ¤°»ò¾É­P³o"?
The boy shrugged, not looking at him. "Do you?" / ¨k«ÄÁqªÓ, ¤£¬Ý¥L¡C "°µ§A"?
"I guess. My folks always did. Nobody in my village laughed at you if you said you saw one." Ryu spoke slowly, measuring the words as he watched the kid. "Why?" / "§Ú²q´ú¡C §Úªº¤H­ÌÁ`¬O°µ¡C ¦pªG§A»¡¤F§A¬Ý¨£¤@¡A¨S¦³¤H¦b§Úªº§ø²ø¤¤¯º§A¡C"Ryu »¡±oºCºC, ´ú¶q¦r·í¥L¬Ý¤F¤p«Ä¡C "¬°¤°»ò"?
"Yesterday... all the stuff that went on yesterday. I'm thinking that maybe it really was Joe." / "¬Q¤Ñ¡C¡C¡C ©Ò¦³ªºÄ~Äò¶i¦æ¬Q¤Ñªº¨Æ±¡¡C §Ú¬O«ä¦Òªº¨º¤]³\¥¦¯uªº¬O³ì¡C"
"Yeah?" The big man didn't even smile, and taking a deep breath, Jinpei plunged on. / "¬Oªº"? ¤jªº¨k¤H¤£¬Æ¦Ü·L¯º, ¦Ó¥B§@²`ªº©I§l, Jinpei ­Ë¤U¦b¤§¤W¡C
"Yeah. That was pretty weird. I thought that was Aniki calling me on the radio. Nobody else talks to me that way, so it had to be either Ken or Joe. But Aniki said he never called me. And Oneechan... she thought it was Joe at Easton Island." Jinpei turned his face toward the window, and hugged his knees to his chest. "I mean, right after he died, I found myself talking to him a lot. I'd tell him about the day I'd had. I'd imagine hearing him talking to me, joking or giving me a hard time like he always did." / "¬Oªº¡C ¨º¬O¬Û·í©Ç²§¡C §Ú·Q¤F¨º¬O¦b¦¬­µ¾÷¤W¥´¹q¸Üµ¹§Ú ªº Aniki ¡C ¨S¦³¤H§Oªº¨º¼Ë©M§Ú»¡¸Ü¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥¦¥²¶·¬OªÖ®¦©Î³ì¡C ¦ý¬O Aniki »¡¤F¥L±q¤£¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¤F§Ú¡C ¦Ó¥B Oneechan¡C¡C¡C ¦o·Q¤F¥¦¦b Easton ®q¬O³ì¡C"Jinpei Âà¤F¹ï©óµ¡¤áªº¥LÁy, ¦Ó¥B¾Ö©ê¤F¹ï¥Lªº¯Ý¥L½¥¡C "§Ú·N¿×,´N¦b¥L¤§«á¦º,§Úµo²{§Ú¦Û¤v©M¥L»¡¸Ü«Ü¦h¡C §Ú±N·|§i¶D¥LÃö©ó§Ú¦³¦³ªº¨º¤Ñ¡C §Ú±N·|·Q¹³Å¥¥L©M§Ú»¡¸Ü,Á`¬O¶}ª±¯º©Îµ¹§Ú¹³¥L¤@¼Ëªº¤@­Ó­WÀY°µ¡C"
"What reality were you in?" Ryu snorted. "Joe never joked around. He just drank his coffee, read the paper and glared at people." / "§A¬O¦b¤°»ò¨Æ¹ê"? Ryu ¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l¡C "³ì±q¤£¦bªþªñ¶}ª±¯º¡C ¥L­è­è¦b¤H³Ü¤F¥Lªº©@°Ø, Ū¤F³ø¯È¦Ó¥Bµo¯t¥ú¡C"
"That's because you were always being antisocial back in the booths. He used to rag me all the time about the All-Blacks in soccer and the Jaybees in baseball. I used to rag him about his racing record and the driver who looks like Tom Cruise--he hated that guy." The boy dropped his head. "Anyway, I wrote letters, too. Right after he died, then when I started going to school, and then just now. I thought maybe that the letters might be keeping him here, like I was holding him here by keeping him in my mind." / " ¨º¬O¦]¬°§AÁ`¬O¦b«F¤¤§@¬°«DªÀ¥æªº­I­±¡C ¥L¹L¥h¤@ª½©l²×Ãö©ó©Ò¦³ªÌÙ^Ùg§Ú-´Î²yªº¨¬²y©M Jaybees ªº¶Â¦â¡C §Ú¹L¥h¤@ª½Ù^Ùg¥LÃö©ó¥LªºÄvÁɨƬö¿ý©M¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³´ö©i¤@¼Ë¨µ¯èªº¾r¾p­û--¥L¼¨«ë¨º­Ó³Ã¥ë¡C"¨k«Ä­°§C¤F¥LªºÀY¡C "µL½×¦p¦ó¡A§Ú¤]¼g¤F«H¡C ´N¦b¥L¤§«á¦º, µM«á·í§Ú¶}©l¥h¤W¾Çªº®É­Ô, µM«á­è­è¡C §Ú¤]³\·Q¡A«H¥i¯à«O¦s¥L³o¸Ì, ¹³§Ú¥¿¦bÂǥѧâ¥L¯d¦b§Úªº¤ß¤¤®»¦í¥L³o¸Ì¡C"
"Hmm. I guess I did that too," Ryu said, and Jinpei turned away from the window to look at him. "Remember, right before we left him in the mountains, he tried to apologize to me for being a jerk, and I told him I wouldn't forgive him unless he was well again and he let me hit him in return." Ryu looked at the floor. "I'd been kidding, actually, though I kinda liked the thought of clocking him one." He smiled slightly. "I didn't think at the time that he didn't have a choice; that he couldn't do anything other than die. Well, maybe I knew, but I didn't want to admit it. I wish I could have stayed there with him--Ken and Jun didn't need me." / "Hmm¡C §Ú²q´ú§Ú°µ¨º¤],"Ryu »¡¡A¦Ó¥B Jinpei Âà»·Â÷µ¡¤á¬Ý¥L¡C "°O±o,¥¿½T¦a§Ú­Ì¦b¤s¤¤¯d¤U¥L¤§«e¡A¥L¸ÕµÛ¬°§@¬°¤@­Ó©Ê±¡¥j©Çªº¤H¦V§Ú¹Dºp¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú§i¶D¤F¥L¡A°£«D¥L¦A¤@¦¸«Ü¦n¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÅý§Ú¸I¼²¥L§@¬°¦^³ø¡A§_«h§Ú±N¤£­ì½Ì¥L" ¡C Ryu ¬Ý¦aªO¡C "§Ú¤w¸g¦b¶}ª±¯º,¹ê»Ú¤W, ÁöµM§Ú¦³¤@ÂI³ßÅw®ÉÄÁ¥L¤@ªº·Qªk". ¥L¨Ç·L¦a·L¯º¡C "§Ú¦b¨º®É¨S¦³·Q¥L¨S¦³¿ï¾Ü; ­þ¤@¥L°£¤F»ë¤l¤§¥~¤£¥i¥H°µ¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C ¦n§a¡A¤]³\§Úª¾¹D¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¨S¦³·Q­n©Ó»{¥¦¡C §ÚÄ@§ÚÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H¦b¨º¸Ì³Q¥L°±¯d--ªÖ®¦©M¤»¤ë¨S¦³»Ý­n§Ú¡C"
"But we didn't know that." / " ¦ý¬O§Ú­Ì¨S¦³ª¾¹D¨º".
"I should have fought for it. When I saw that shadow in the temple, I thought that maybe it was my fault that Joe could be haunting us, but then again, why the hell would he care whether I forgave him or not? He didn't like me all that much." / "§ÚÀ³¸Ó¬°¥¦¦³¥´¥M¡C ·í§Ú¬Ý¨£ªº®É­Ô¼v¹³¦b¦x¼q¤¤¡A§Ú·Q¡A¤]³\¥¦¬O§Úªº³ì¥i¯à¬O¤£©ö§ÑÃhªº§Ú­Ì¹L¥¢, ¦ý¬O¦A¤@¦¸µM«á, ¦aº»¬°¤°»ò±N·|¥LÃö¤ß§Ú¬O§_­ì½Ì¥L? ¥L¨S¦³³ßÅw§Ú©Ò¦³ªº¨º»ò¦h¡C"
"That's total bullshit, Ryu." / "¨º¬OÁ`­J»¡¡A Ryu" ¡C
"You think so?" Ryu raised his head and looked at him. / "§A³o»ò»{¬°"? Ryu ©ï°_¤F¥LªºÀY¦Ó¥B¬Ý¥L¡C
"Yeah! I know that he didn't act like he liked any of us all that much, but it was just an act. You guys used to go to the games all the time. And the races, right?" / "¬Oªº! §Úª¾¹D¡A¥L¨S¦³¥þ³¡ªí²{°_¨Ó¹³¥L¤@¼Ë°_¨Ó¹³§Ú­Ì¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@­Ó¤@¼Ë¨º¦h¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¥u¬O¤@­Ó¦æ¬°¡C §A¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í¹L¥h¤@ª½©l²×¥h¤ñÁÉ¡C ¦Ó¥B¤ñÁÉ,Åv§Q?"
"Yeah...." / "¬Oªº...."
"You remember the time that we lost Crescent Base?" / "§A°O±o§Ú­Ì¥¢¥h¤F·s¤ë°ò¦ªº®É¶¡"?
"I'd rather not," Ryu mumbled. / " §Ú±N·|¹ç¥i¤£",Ryu ³ä³ä¦Ó»y¡C
"It was the time you pulled the Godphoenix out of the airlock after it got flipped back over. Me and Joe started swimming through the base to meet Hakase, but it was farther than I could go, and I ran out of air." Jinpei stared into space. "After it was all over and I woke up, Joe waited until everyone had gone, and then he grabbed me by the front of the shirt and shook me. He said, 'I would rather take a bullet through the heart than watch anybody on this team die. Don't you ever pull something so stupid again.' I didn't find out til later that he nearly drowned trying to rescue me." / "¦b¥¦µ²§ô±o¨ì¥Î«üÀY¼u­I­±¤§«á¡A¥¦¬O§A§â Godphoenix ±q airlock ©Ô¥X¨Óªº®É­Ô¡C §Ú©M³ì¶}©l´åªa¹L°ò¦¹J¨£ Hakase ¡A¦ý¬O¥¦§ó»·³Ó©ó§Ú¥i¥H¥h¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¥ÎºÉªÅ®ð¡C"Jinpei ¶i¤JªÅ¶¡¤§¤ºª`µø¡C "¦b¥¦¨ì³B¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¿ô¨Ó¤§«á¡A³ìµ¥­Ôª½¨ì¨C­Ó¤H¤w¸g¥h,µM«á¥LÂǵÛŨ­mªº«e­±§ì¨ú¤F§Ú¦Ó¥B·n°Ê¤F§Ú¡C ¥L»¡,' §Ú¹çÄ@¸g¹L¤ß®³¤@­Ó¤l¼u³Ó©ó¤â¿ö¥ô¦ó¤H¦b³o¤@­Ó¤p²Õ¨­¤W¦º¡C ¤£¦A§A´¿¸g©Ô¦p¦¹·MÄøªF¦è¡C'§Ú¨S¦³µo²{­J³Â¸û¿ðªº¥L´X¥G²T¦º¹Á¸Õ±Ï¥X§Ú¡C"
"He did? Nobody ever mentioned it." / "¥L°µ? ¨S¦³¤H´¿¸g´£¨ì¤F¥¦¡C"
Jinpei nodded. / Jinpei ÂIÀY¡C
"All those years, I never could figure him out." Ryu rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. "Damn, I should have stayed with him." / "¾ã¨º¨Ç¼Æ¦~¡A§Ú±q¤£¥i¥H²z¸Ñ¥L" ¡C Ryu À¿¤F¥Lªº«eÃB¦Ó¥BÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C "¶A©G,§ÚÀ³¸Ó­n¦b¥L®a³r¯dªº" ¡C
"If he really is a ghost, I think he's watching out for us. It's not fair to him to be stuck here, though. I think it would drive me crazy if I were him, but I'd probably do all the same things." / "¦pªG¥L¯uªº¬O¤@­Ó°­,§Ú»{¬°¥L¥¿¦b¯d·N§Ú­Ì¡C ¥¦¹ï¥L¤£¬O¤½¥­ªº¦b³o¸Ì³Q´ÛÄF,ÁöµM¡C §Ú»{¬°¡A¥¦±N·|§â§Ú¹GºÆ¡A¦pªG§Ú¬O¥L¡A¦ý¬O§Ú±N·|¥i¯à¤´µM°µ¨Æª«¡C"
Ryu's voice softened. "Do you still talk to him?" / Ryu's ªºÁn­µÅܬX³n¡C "§A¤´µM©M¥L»¡¸Ü¶Ü"?
Jinpei looked away. "Yeah, but I don't get any answer. Right before the fighting started again, it got to where I couldn't feel him around any longer. Like he was trying to fade away and move on. And then the war began again and we went to Easton Island and started seeing shadows and hearing voices." / Jinpei ¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C "¬Oªº,¦ý¬O§Ú¤£±o¨ì¥ô¦óªºµª®×¡C ¥¿½T¦a¾Ô°«¦A¤@¦¸¶}©l¤§«e¡A¥¦¨ì¹F§Ú¤£¥i¥H·Pı¥L­þ¸Ì¦b¦A©P³ò¡C ¬Û¦üªº¥L¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¿Æ¦âÂ÷¶}¦Ó¥BÄ~Äò¡C µM«á¾Ôª§­«°µ¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú­Ì¥h Easton ®q¦Ó¥B¶}©l¬Ý¨£¼v¹³©MÅ¥ÃÒ·|Án­µ¡C"
Ryu twisted around in his chair, looking around the corner and down the corridor where Jinpei had come in. "Did you hear something?" he asked, voice low. / Ryu ¦b¥Lªº´È¤l¤¤ªºªþªñÀ¾, ¬Ý°_¨Ó§Y±N¨ÓÁ{©M¤U¨Ó Jinpei ¤w¸g¶i¨Óªº¨«´Y¡C "§AÅ¥¨ì¬Y¨Æ¶Ü"? ¥L°Ý,§C¤U¦a«Å­z¡C
"No," Jinpei whispered back. "What was it?" / "¤£" ¡A Jinpei ¦V«á¦a¦Õ»y¡C "¥¦¬O¤°»ò"?
"Footsteps. I thought. There's nobody back there now." / "¸}¨B¡C §Ú·Q¡C ²{¦b¦b¨º¸Ì¨S¦³¤H­I­±¡C"
The boy glared at him. "You're messing with me, aren't you?" / ¨k«Ä¦b¥Lµo¯t¥ú¡C "§A¥¿¦b©M§Ú§ËÁV, §A¤£¬O"?
"No, I swear I heard something!" / "¤£¡A§Úµo»}§ÚÅ¥¨ì¤F¬Y¨Æ"!
"You're gonna tell me it's Joe, I bet." Jinpei raised his voice. "Hey, Joe n'aniki! Come on in here and watch the game!" / "§A±N­n§i¶D§Ú¡A¥¦¬O³ì,§Ú¥´½ä" ¡C Jinpei ¤É°_¤F¥LªºÁn­µ¡C "¶Ù¡A³ì n'aniki! ¦b³o¸Ì¤¤µo¥Í¨Ã¥B¬Ý¤ñÁÉ!"
"Jinpei!" Ryu grinned uneasily. "It's not smart to make fun of the dead." / "Jinpei"! Ryu ¤£¦w¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C "¼J§Ë¦º¥hªº¤H¬O¤£Áo©úªº".
"I'm not making fun. Besides, if he didn't show at Easton Island, why would he show now? C'mon, Joe, put up or shut up!" / "§Ú¨S¦³¦b§@¼Ö½ì¡C ¦¹¥~¡A¦pªG¥L¦b Easton ®q¨S¦³Åã¥Ü,²{¦b¥L¬°¤°»ò±N·|Åã¥Ü? C'mon ¡A³ì, §ë±J©ÎÃö³¬ªº¼W¥[!"
They waited for a moment, but heard only silence. / ¥L­Ìµ¥­Ô¤@·|¨à, ¦ý¬O¥uÅ¥¨ì¤F¨HÀq¡C
"It'd be wild if he really could," Ryu said. "Seems like he's saying more now than he did when he was breathing." / " ¥¦±N·|¬O¯î³¥¦pªG¥L¯uªº¥i¥H",Ryu »¡¡C " ¹³¥L¥¿¦b»¡¤ñ¥L§ó²{¦b·í¥L¥¿¦b©I§lªº®É­Ô°µ".
"Ooh, that's cold." But Jinpei giggled. "Maybe being dead makes you more talkative." / "Ooh, ¨º«Ü´H§N". ¦ý¬O Jinpei ¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C "¤]³\¦º¨Ï§A§ó³ßÅw»¡¸Ü".
"Yeah, and heaven help us all when you pass away, loudmouth." / "¬Oªº,¦Ó¥B·í§A¹L¥@ªº®É­Ô¡A¤Ñ°óÀ°§U§Ú­Ì©Ò¦³,loudmouth".
Jinpei grabbed a pillow from the couch and lobbed it at him, and Ryu fended it off with a laugh. "Who's loud?" / Jinpei ¦b¥L§ì¨ú¤F¨Ó¦Ûªø´Èªº¤@­ÓªEÀY¦Ó¥B¥´°ª¦ÓºCªº²y¤F¥¦¡A¦Ó¥B Ryu ¥H¤@Án¯ºÁ׶}¥¦¡C " ½Ö¬O¤jÁnªº"?
"Shh!" / "Shh"!
"Shhhh!" / "Shhhh"!
Jinpei threw a pillow at him, which he threw back. They lobbed cushions back and forth until Jinpei ran out of extras. Their giggles subsided, and the two turned back to the television. / Jinpei ¥á¦b¥Lªº¤@­ÓªEÀY, ¥L¦V«á¦a¥á¡C ª½¨ì Jinpei ¥ÎºÉÃB¥~¤§ª«¡A¥L­Ì¨Ó¦^¦a¥´°ª¦ÓºCªº²y¤F¹Ô¤l¡C ¥L­Ìªº¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¥­®§, ©M¨º¤G§é¦^¨ì¹qµø¡C
Ken leaned against the wall beside the entrance to his room, his head bowed. He'd heard the low voices and laughter and was about to ask why, but when Jinpei called Joe's name, it stopped him in his tracks. Before anyone could notice, he moved silently out of the corridor and back to the elevator. / ªÖ®¦­Ê¾a¦b³q©¹¥Lªº©Ð¶¡¤J¤f®ÇÃ䪺Àð¾À,¥LªºÀYÅs¸y¡C ¥L¦³Å¥¨ì¤F§CªºÁn­µ©M¯º¦Ó¥B¥¿­n°Ý¬°¤°»ò,¦ý¬O·í Jinpei ¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¤F³ìªº¦W¦r®É­Ô,¥¦¦b¥Lªº­y¹D¤¤ªý¤î¥L¡C ¥ô¦ó¤H¥i¥Hª`·N¤§«e¡A¥LÀqÀq¦a²¾°ÊÂ÷¨«´Y©M¦V«á¦a¨ì¹q±è¡C
The air was warmer now, but the brisk sea breeze still assaulted Ken as he walked among the markers. He hadn't been here since Joe's funeral, not even to visit his father's monument. Instead of the sickening sweetness of incense and flowers, the smell of the ocean and of freshly cut grass filled his nostrils, but otherwise, not much had changed here. Someone, probably Jun, had put a small bouquet of flowers at the base of each of the four stones. From the wilted look of the blooms, they'd been left a few days ago. / ·í¥L¦b§@°O¸¹ªº¤H¤§¤¤¨«¸ôªº®É­Ô¡AªÅ®ð²{¦b¬O¤ñ¸û¼öªº¡A¦ý¬O²n§Öªº®ü¬v·L­·¤´µMŧÀ»¤FªÖ®¦¡C ¥L¦Û±q³ìªº¸®Â§¥H«á¨S¦³¦b³o¸Ì, ¤£¬Æ¦Ü«ô³X¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë¬ö©À¸O¡C ¥N´À­»©Mªáªº¥O¤H§@¹Ãªº²¢­¹, ¤j®üªº¨ý¹D¦Ó¥B·s´î§Cªº¯ó¸Ëº¡¤F¥Lªº»ó¤Õ, ¦ý¬O§_«h,¤£¤w¸g¦h¦b³o¸Ì§ïÅÜ¡C ¬Y¤H,¥i¯à¤»¤ë,¤w¸g¦ô­pªáªº¤@§â¤pªºªá§ô¦³¨C¤@¶ô¥|¶ô¥ÛÀYªº°ò¦¡C ±qªáªº³Q¬\µäªº¯«±¡¡A¥L­Ì¤w¸g¦b¤Ñ¥H«e³Q¯d¤U¡C
His father's stone seemed to loom a little taller than the others, dark and reproachful. Ken approached it and touched the front, tracing the carvings with his fingers the way he always did. Father, I'm sorry I haven't been by, he thought. But then, it doesn't really matter, does it? I couldn't handle the memories of last time I was here. I know you can't help me. You're not here anyway. Just carved marble and flowers and pretty words. What's left of you is probably up circling the earth with the Van Allen Belt. I wonder if you've been watching me from there? Wondering at what a fool your son has become? / ¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë¥ÛÀY¦ü¥GÁô¬ù¥i¨£¤ñ¨ä¾lªÌµy·L°ª¡M¶Â·tªº©M¥Ó¥¸ªº¡C ªÖ®¦±µªñ¤F¥¦¦Ó¥B¸IIJ¤F«e­±,¥Î¥Lªº¤â«ü¥LÁ`¬O°µªº¤è¦¡°lÂÜÀJ¨è«~¡C ¤÷¿Ë, ¹ï¤£°_§Ú¤w¸g¨S¦³¬O³Q,¥L·Q¡C ¦ý¬OµM«á¡A¥¦¨S¯uªº¦³­«¤jÃö«Y¶Ü,¬O¶Ü? §Ú¤£¥i¥H³B²z§Ú¦b³o¸Ìªº¤W¦¸°O¾Ð¡C §Úª¾¹D§A¤£¯àÀ°§U§Ú¡C §AµL½×¦p¦ó¤£¦b³o¸Ì¡C ¥¿ª½ªº¦³ÀJ¨èªº¤j²z¥Û©Mªá©Mº}«Gªº¦r¡C §A³Q¯d¤Uªº¥¿¦b¥i¯à¦V¤W¥Î³f¨®¦ã­Û±a¤l¥]³ò¦a²y¡C ¬O§_§A¤w¸g±q¦b¨º¸Ì¬Ý§Ú¡A§ÚÃhºÃ? ı±o©_©Ç¦b§Aªº¨à¤l¤w¸gÅܱo¤°»ò¤@­Ó·M¤H?
With a sigh, he turned away and walked past the monuments to Oniishi and Masaki to the last stone, the one that stood closest to the sea. With eyes narrowed and blinking, he glared at the name inscribed in the marble, the dates. / ÂǥѤ@Án¼Û®§¡A¥LÂà¦VÂ÷¶}¦Ó¥B¨«¸ô¹L¥h¹ï³Ì«á¤@¶ô¥ÛÀYªº¹ï Oniishi ©M Masaki ªº¬ö©À¸O, ¨º¤@­Ó¯¸µÛ³Ì¾aªñ¨ì®ü¬v¡C ÂǥѳQÁY¤p¦Ó¥B¯w²´ªº²´·ú¡A¥L¦b¤j²z¥Û³Qµn°Oªº¦W¦r¡A¤é´Áµo¯t¥ú¡C
Pulling the microtape player out of the pocket of his jacket, Ken shook it at the stone. "Talk to me, damn you," he growled. "Tell me what the hell this means. These shadows, these voices, these rescues. Stop the games. If you can do anything, then prove me wrong and talk to me!" / §â microtape ¹B°Ê­û±q¥Lªº§¨§J¤f³U©Ô¥X¨Ó,ªÖ®¦¦b¥ÛÀY·n°Ê¥¦¡C "©M§Ú»¡¸Ü,¶A©G§A",¥L«ã§p¡C " §i¶D§Ú³o·N¿×¤°»ò¡C ³o¨Ç¼v¹³¡A³o¨ÇÁn­µ¡A³o¨Ç´©±Ï¡C °±¤î¤ñÁÉ¡C ¦pªG§A¯à°µ¥ô¦ó¨Æ,µM«á¿ù»~ÃÒ©ú§Ú©M¹ï§Ú½Í¸Ü!"
Nothing changed. The wind continued to eddy around the stones and pull at Ken's hair and clothing. The waves crashed against the rocks below. The dying flowers fluttered and swayed in their cut stone vase. And Ken stood alone. / ¨S¨Æ§ïÅÜ¡C ­·Ä~Äò¦b¥ÛÀYªº©P³ò°_ºx´õ¦Ó¥B¦bªÖ®¦ªºÀY¾v©M¦çªA©Ô¡C ªi®ö¦b¤U­±¼Y·´¹ï§Ü©¥¥Û¡C ««¦ºªºªáÂ\°Ê¦Ó¥B·n°Ê¦b¥L­Ìªº¤Á¤¤¥ÛÀYªá²~¡C ¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¿W¦Û¦a¯¸¥ß¡C
He'd listened to the tape in his hospital bed all through the night, even after Dr. Nambu had dashed all of their hopes. The voice on the recording still gave him chills. Yet the analysts had said that a machine had generated this recording. It didn't sound mechanical to Ken. He could almost see the expression on Joe's face as he spoke into the microphone: solemn, tense. The expression Ken had most hated to see in his second because it meant they were in a great deal of trouble. / ¥L¾ã­Ó©]±ß¤w¸gÅ¥¨ì¥LªºÂå°|§Éªº¿ý­µ±a, ¬Æ¦Ü¦b Nambu ³Õ¤h¤w¸g²rÂY¥L­Ìªº¥þ³¡§Æ±æ¤§«á¡C ¦b¿ý­µ¤WªºÁn­µ¤´µMµ¹¤©¤F¥L´H§N¡C ¤´µM¤ÀªR®a¤w¸g»¡¤@³¡¾÷¾¹¤w¸g²£¥Í³o¿ý­µ¡C ¥¦¨S¦³Å¥°_¨Ó¹ïªÖ®¦¬O¾÷±ñªº¡C ·í¥L¶i¤J³Á§J­·¤§¤º»¡ªº®É­Ô¡A¥L¥i¥H´X¥G¬Ý¨£¦b³ìªºÁy¤Wªí¹F: ÄYµÂªº,®ÉºA¡C ¦]¬°¥¦·N¿×¡A©Ò¥Hªí¹FªÖ®¦¦³³Ì¼¨«ë¦b¥Lªº¬í¤¤¬Ý¨£ , ¥L­Ì¦³«Ü¦hªº³Â·Ð¡C
Ken left the stone and sat on the edge of the grounds, staring out at the ocean. He pulled a tiny set of earphones from his pocket, plugged them in, and turned on the tape. / ªÖ®¦¯d¤U¤F¥ÛÀY¦Ó¥B§¤¦b²z¥ÑªºÃä½t¤W,¦b¤j®üªºª`µø¡C ¥L©Ô¤F¨Ó¦Û¥Lªº¤f³U¤@·¥¤p²Õªº¦Õ¾÷, ´¡¤J¤F¥L­Ì¦b, ¦Ó¥B¥´¶}¿ý­µ±a¡C
"Hakase: The Syndicate's next operation will target San Frangelis. They're in the process of constructing a huge base within city limits, and if allowed to continue...." / "Hakase: ¥ø·~Áp¦Xªº¤U­Ó¤â³N±NºË·Ç®áªe Frangelis ¡C ¥L­Ì¬O¦b«°¥«­­¨î¸Ì­±ºc³y¤@­Ó·¥¤jªº°ò¦µ{§Ç¤¤, ¦Ó¥B¦pªG¤¹³\Ä~Äò...."
Tell me--what can the dead do? / §i¶D§Ú--¦º¥hªº¤H¯à°µ¤°»ò?
Ken returned to Nambu's summer house at sunset. Before he departed the graveyard, he sprung the microtape cassette from its player and left it at the base of Joe's stone, beside the flowers. / ªÖ®¦¦b¤é¸¨¦^¨ì Nambu's ®L¤Ñ©Ð¤l¡C ¥H«e¥L¹L¥hªº¹Ó¦a, ¥L¸õ¨Ó¦Û¥¦ªº¹B°Ê­ûªº microtape ¥d±a¦Ó¥B¦b³ìªº¥ÛÀY°ò¦¯d¤U¥¦,¦bªá®ÇÃä¡C

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