OUT OF THE SHADOWS / ±q¼v¹³
PART 7 / ²Ä 7 ³¡¥÷
--12--
Dr. Rafael watched the attendants bustling about the room, inspecting consoles, pulling printouts. Data spooled over the central screen. Rafael moved closer to look at it, stretching the phone receiver to the end of its tether. A cordless phone would have been so much more convenient, but too high a security risk. / Rafael ³Õ¤hÃö©ó©Ð¶¡¬ÝÀH±qº³º³ÄcÄcªº,Àˬd±±¨îÂi¡A©Ô¦L¥X¡C ¸ê®Æ¦b¤¤¥¡ªº¿Ã¹õ¤§¤WÄñ¶¦b½u¶b¤W¡C Rafael ²¾°Ê¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¬Ý¥¦,¬°¥Øªº¥¦ªºÃ´Ã·¦ù®i¹q¸Ü±µ¦¬¾¹¡C ¤@¨ãµL½uªº¹q¸Ü·|¬O¦p¦¹§ó¥[¤è«K, ¦ý¬O¤Ó°ª«×¦a¦w¥þ­·ÀI¡C
"I see what you mean. Ten more engineers missing. That brings the count to twenty six. What else has your surveillance told you?" / "§Ú²z¸Ñ§A©Ò·N¿×ªº¡C ¤£¨£ªº¥t¥~¤Q­Ó¤uµ{®v¡C ¨º±aµÛ­p¼Æ¨ì¤G¤Q¤»¡C §Oªº¦³§AºÊµøªº§i¶D§A?"
"Not much else. The Syndicate is operating from no known landform. That's all I can say for certain." / "¤£¬O¦h§Oªº¡C ¥ø·~Áp¦X¥¿¦b±q¨S¦³¤wª¾ªº¦a§Î¾Þ§@¡C ¨º¬O¥þ³¡§Ú¯à½T¹ê»¡¡C"
"No way to narrow down a location?" / " ¨S¦³¤èªkªu¦aÂI¦V¤UÁY¤p"?
"None so far. Whoever is currently in charge is very shrewd. There is little we can do until this commander slips." / " ¨S¦³¤H¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î¡C ¥ô¦ó¤H²{¦b¬O´xºÞ«D±`ºë©ú¡C ¨º¸Ì«Ü¤p§Ú­Ì¯à°µ¨ì³o¤@­Ó«ü´§©x·Æ¡C"
"Or the Syndicate chooses to expose itself." / "©Î¥ø·~Áp¦X¿ï¾Ü¼ÉÅS¥¦¥»¨­" ¡C
"I suspect that will be soon enough," the caller said. "What has become of your project?" / " §ÚÃhºÃ¡A¨º±N«Ü§Ö¥R¨¬",¨Ó¹qªÌ»¡¡C §Aªº­pµe«ç»ò¤F?
Dr. Rafael sighed. "He's suffered a minor setback. That is all." Joe had disappeared early that morning with no explanation; not an encouraging sign. / Rafael ³Õ¤h¼Û®§¡C "¥L³Q¾D¨ü¤@­Ó¸û¤pªº®À§é¡C ¨º¬O©Ò¦³ªº¡C" ³ì¤w¸g¨º¤Ñ¦­±áªì´Á³Q¨S¦³¸ÑÄÀ®ø¥¢; ¤£¬O¤@­Ó¹ªÀy²Å¸¹¡C
"Minor? He lost control and his confidence. That's something beyond your ability to correct. Do you still think this was a good idea?" / "»²­×? ¥L¥¢¥h¤F±±¨î©M¥Lªº«H¤ß¡C ¨º¬O¬Y¨Æ¶W¹L§Aªº§ï¥¿¯à¤O¡C §A¤´µM»{¬°³o¬O¤@­Ó¦n·Qªk¶Ü?"
"Why do you seem so determined to prove that I made the wrong decision?" The words slipped out before the old scientist could stop them. "We both stand to lose by this." / " §A¬°¤°»ò¦ü¥G¦p¦¹ªº°í¨MÃÒ©ú¥H­P©ó§Ú§@¥X¤F¿ù»~ªº¨M©w"? ¦b¦Ñ¬ì¾Ç®a¥i¥Hªý¤î¥L­Ì¤§«e , ¦r·Æ­Ë¥X¡C "§Ú­Ì­Ç³£¯¸³Q³o¥¢¥h" ¡C
"That's why I'm so concerned. We can't afford to lose." "I trust him." Dr. Rafael hung up the phone, scowling. / "¨º¬O§Ú¬°¤°»ò¬O¦p¦¹Ãö¤ß¡C §Ú­Ì¤£¯à­t¾á¥¢¥h¡C""§Ú«H¿à¥L¡C"Rafael ³Õ¤h±¾Â_¹q¸Ü,½K¬ÜÀY¡C
Why was he being so defensive of Joe? Was it pride? Concern? True, he was professionally concerned about the well-being of his project--he had to be if he wanted to carry the mission through to its conclusion. But was it something more? A life dedicated to his career and several ironic twists of fate precluded Dr. Rafael's having a family of his own. He should know better than to get emotionally involved at this point. / ¬°¤°»ò¬O¥L³ì¦p¦¹¨¾¿m? ¥¦¬O¦Û¶Æ¶Ü¡H Ãö¤ß? ¯u¹êªº,¥L±M·~¦aÃö¤ß¥Lªº­pµe¦w¹çªÌ--¦pªG¥L·Q­n¹ï¥¦ªºµ²½×¬ï¶VÄâ±a¥ô°È¡A¥L¥²¶·¬O¡C ¦ý¬O¥¦§ó¦hªºªF¦è? ¥Í¬¡§e²{¨ì¥Lªº¨Æ·~¡A¦Ó¥B¤@¨Ç©R¹Bªº§N¼J¤@§á¹w¥ý±Æ°£¤F¦³¥L¦Û¤vªº¤@­Ó®a®x ªº Rafael's ³Õ¤h¡C ¥LÀ³¸Ó¤£·|¶Ì¨ì¦¹®É¦b±¡ºü¤W¦³Ãö¡C
Flashbacks: Complex microcircuitry, new cerametal compounds; the dilemma of how to place panels of heatproof polymer endodermal layers on a human form so that the seams were least vulnerable. Wide eyes staring up at him from the operation table, full of wonder and surprise. Joe perched on a high counter, watching silently as he pored through sheafs of diagrams. His hand on a taut shoulder as they stood amidst the ruins of yet another lab room; coaching the young man out of another bout with frustration. An expression of despair reflected in shards of shattered mirror; a boxing bag bleeding sand and stuffing onto the floor: I didn't kill those people, I demolished them. Because I can't control this body! / ­Ë±Ô: ½ÆÂøªº·LÀô¸ô,·sªº cerametal ²V¦X; §x¹Ò¸Ó¦p¦ó©ñ heatproof »E¦XÅé endodermal ªº»ö¿öªO¼h¦b¤@ºØ¤HÃþªº§Î¦¡¥H«KÁ_¦X½u¤W¬O³Ì¤Ö©ö¨ü¶Ë®`ªº¡C ª`µø ªº¼e²´·ú¦b¥L±q¤â³N®à¤l¤W­±, ¥Rº¡ªº©_ÂÝ©M·N¥~¡C ³ì¦b¤@­Ó°ªªºÂd¥x¤W´Ï®§, ÀqÀq¦a¬Ý·í¥L¼ôŪ¹L¹Ïªíªº§ô¡C ¦b¤@­Ó©ÔºòªºªÓ¤W¥L¤â·í°µ¥L­Ì¦b·´·À·í¤¤¯¸¥ßµM¦Ó¥t¤@­Ó¹êÅç«Ç©Ð¶¡; ¥Ñ©ó©M®À§éªº¥t¦¸°V½m¦~»´ªº¨k¤H¡C µ´±æªºªí¹F¦b¥´¸HªºÃè¤l¸H¤ù¤¤¤Ï¬M; ¦b¦aªO¤§¤Wªº¤@­Ó®±À»³U¤l¥X¦å¨F¤l©M¶ñ¶ëª«: §Ú¨S¦³±þ¨º¨Ç¤H,§Ú·´¤F¥L­Ì¡C ¦]¬°§Ú¤£¯à±±¨î³o¤@­Ó¨­Åé!
How old was Joe now? Close to twenty? / ²{¦b³ì´X·³? µ²§ô¨ì¤G¤Q?
The air stirred, and Rafael braced himself as the hawk's weight impacted with his shoulder. Absently, he stroked the bird's sleek feathers with the back of his finger and forced his attention back to the video screens. / ·íÆNªº­«¶q¥H¥LªºªÓ¼vÅTªº®É­Ô¡AªÅ®ð¿E°_¡A¦Ó¥B Rafael ¤ä¼µ¤F¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¤ß¤£¦b²j¦a¡A¥L¥Î¥Lªº¤â«ü­I­±¦E§À¼Õ³¾ªº¥ú·Æ¦Ð¤ò¦Ó¥B§â¥Lªºª`·NÀ£­¢¦^¼v¹³¿Ã¹õ¡C


Back in London, Getz rented a car at the airport, not wanting to trust a taxi. His passport, ID and credit cards all bore the name of Jack Sutherland, an American tourist, but he knew it to be a token gesture. / ¦b­Û´°¦^,Getz ¦b¾÷³õ¯²¥Î¤@½ø¨T¨®, ¤£·Q­n«H¿à¤@½ø­pµ{¨®¡C ¥LªºÅ@·Ó¡A¨­¥÷ÃÒ©M«H¥Î¥d¤ù¥þ³¡·ÐÂZ³Ç§JÂÄ·æÄõªº¦W¦r¡A¤@­Ó¬ü°êÆ[¥ú«È¡A¦ý¬O¥Lª¾¹D¤F¥¦¬O¤@­Óªí¼x¤â¶Õ¡C
Is this how it's going to be from now on? he thought. / ³o¬O¥¦¦p¦ó¥¿¦b¥h±q²{¦b¶}©l¶Ü? ¥L·Q¡C
Could he convince Mako to come with him into this self-imposed prison of secrecy? How long would it take before she got bored? Mako preferred high adventure to the staid, studious atmosphere of a laboratory, but she was far from agent material. And even if he could convince her to stay with him, could he convince Dr. Nambu to shelter her? The professor frowned on family involvement. It seemed hopeless, and now he almost dreaded meeting her. / ¥L¥i¥H»¡ªA Mako ¶i¤J¯µ±Kªº³o©Ò¦Û§Ú¥[±jªººÊº»¤§¤º©M¥L¨Ó¶Ü? ¦b¦oµL½ì¤F¤§«e , ¥¦±N·|ªá¦h¤[ªº®É¶¡? Mako ³ßÅw°ª«×«_ÀI³Ó¹L¹êÅç«ÇªºÃ­­«, ·R¦n¾Ç°Ýªº¤j®ð¡A¦ý¬O¦oÂ÷¥N²z¤H§÷®Æ«Ü»·¡C ¦Ó¥B§Y¨Ï¥L¥i¥H¨Ï¦o¬Û«H¦b¥L®a³r¯d,¥L¥i¥H¨Ï Nambu ³Õ¤h¬Û«H§ÈÅ@¦o¶Ü? ±Ð±Â¦b®a®x²o¯A¤W½K¬ÜÀY¡C ¥¦¦ü¥GµL§Æ±æ¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥L´X¥G®£Äß¹J¨£¦o¡C
He tried not to make it appear as if he was constantly looking over his shoulder. When the car pulled up, he made what looked to be a cursory inspection for dents and scratches, but in reality searching for bombs. Once he was left to his own devices, he pulled his tracer out and used it before starting the engine. / ¥L¹Á¸Õ¤£­n¨Ï¥¦¥X²{¦n¹³¥L¥¿¦b¤£ÅܦaÂsÄý¥LªºªÓ¡C ·í¨T¨®©Þ¥Xªº®É­Ô,¥L»s³y¤F´Á«Ý¬O¥W²ª©MÀ¿¶Ëªº¤@¦¸¥^¥^¦£¦£ªºÀËÅçªF¦è , ¦ý¬O¦b¨Æ¹ê°w¹ï¬µ¼uªº·j´M¤¤¡C ¤@¥¹¥L¯dµ¹¥L¦Û¤vªº¸Ë¸m,¥L¦b¥~©Ô¥Lªº°lÂܪ̦ӥB¦b¶}©l¤ÞÀº¤§«e¨Ï¥Î¤F¥¦¡C
Getz drove, eyes darting, scanning for threats. No sign of a pursuing car; no one appeared interested in him. So far so good. He made it to his hotel intact and checked in. All he had to do now was stay alive for the two days until Mako arrived. / Getz ¶}¨®,§ë®g¡A¬°«Â¯Ù±½´y ªº²´·ú¡C ¨S¦³¤@½ø°l¨D¨T¨®ªº¸ñ¶H; ¨S¦³¤H¦b¥L¸Ì­±¦ü¥G³Q·P¿³½ì¡C ¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î¦p¦¹¦n¡C ¥L°µ¨ì¨ì¥Lªº®ÈÀ]©|¥¼³Q¤H¸I¹L¦Ó¥B¿ìµn°O¤âÄò¡C ¥þ³¡¥L²{¦b¥²¶·°µ¬O°±¯d¬¡µÛªº¤G¤Ñª½¨ì Mako ¨ì¹F¡C


--13--
Breakfast at G-Town: the four members of the Kagaku Ninjatai shared a table in the corner of the central mess area for a silent meal. Their apartments were equipped with full kitchens, but no one had thought to stock them, and they didn't care to do their own cooking. / ¦b G ªº¦­À\-«°Âí: Kagaku Ninjatai ªº¥|­Ó¦¨­û¹ï©ó¨HÀqªº¤@À\¦b¤¤¥¡ªºÂø¶Ã°Ï°ìªº¨¤¸¨¤¤¤À¨É¤@±i®à¤l¡C ¥L­Ìªº¤½´J³Q¸Ë³Æ§¹¾ãªº¼p©Ð¡A¦ý¬O¨S¦³¤H¤w¸g·Q¶i³f¥L­Ì¡A¦Ó¥B¥L­Ì¨S¦³Ãö¤ß°µ¥L­Ì¦Û¤vªº²i¶¹¡C
Amidst the clinking of dishware and the muted conversations of other diners, a preoccupied Ken poked at his food without eating much of it. Jun swirled a cup of tea with a plastic stirrer, her eyes downcast. The coldness emanating from her was almost visible. Ryu ate with his usual gusto, pausing to look around the room. He had no idea how to deal with the stormy weather at the table with anything but puzzled silence. Jinpei sighed and scraped together the last of his scrambled eggs with his fork. Any attempts to start conversation would fall flat, just as they had during previous meals. / ¦bºÐ©M¨ä¥Lªº¥ÎÀ\ªÌªº³Q°×¤lªº¥æ½Í¥m¾´ÅTªÌ·í¤¤¡A¤@­Ó³Q¥ý¥eªºªÖ®¦¤£»Ý­n¦Y³\¦hªº¥¦´N¦b¥Lªº­¹ª«¼·¶}¡C ¤»¤ë¥Î¤@­Ó¶ì½¦ªºÅͩժ̷n®Ì¤@ªM¯ù, ®ð¾kªº¦o²´·ú¡C ±q¦o´²µo ªº´H§N´X¥G¬Ý±o¨£¡C Ryu ¥H¥Lªº¥­±`·R¦n¦Y, ¼È°±¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý©Ð¶¡¡C ¥L¤£ª¾¹D¸Ó¦p¦ó¥H¨M¤£§x´bªº¨HÀq¦b®à¤l³B²z¼É­·«Bªº¤Ñ®ð¡C Jinpei ¼Û®§¦Ó¥B¤@°_¨í±¼¦³¥Lªº¤e¤l¥LÃk½t³Jªº³Ì«áªÌ¡C ­n¶}©l¥æ½Íªº¥ô¦ó¹Á¸Õ±N·|¸¨¤U¥­©Z,¥¿¦p¥L­Ì¦b¥ý«eªº¤@À\´Á¶¡¦³¡C
The chief problem was Ken and Jun. Two hours after Ken had told the team they were returning to active duty. Jinpei had returned to the bar to find broken glass all over the floor and Jun gone. She had reappeared at dawn after a night of disco hopping, puffy-eyed and sick from drinking. She never drank. / ¥D­nªº°ÝÃD¬OªÖ®¦©M¤»¤ë¡C ªÖ®¦«á¤G¤p®É¤w¸g§i¶D¤p²Õ¥L­Ì¥¿¦b¦^¨ì¿n·¥ªº³d¥ô¡C Jinpei ¤w¸g¦^¨ì°s§a¦b¥þ¦aªOµo²{¥´¯}¬Á¼þ©M¤£¨£¤Fªº¤»¤ë¡C ¦o¤w¸g¦b¯}¾å¦A¥X²{¦b¤@­Ó©]±ß¤§«á¸õ¨f´µ¥i»R³æ¸}¸õ,µÈ¤jªº- ²´ªº©M¤£µÎªA±q³Ü¡C ¦o±q¤£³Ü¡C
"Oneechan! Wha--?" / "Oneechan! Wha--?"
"We're closed today," she'd mumbled, then staggered upstairs to her room to sleep until three in the afternoon. She had refused to discuss it, but Jinpei suspected there had been quite an argument that night. The bruise on Ken's face had confirmed it. / " §Ú­Ì¤µ¤Ñ³QÃö³¬",¦o¤w¸g³ä³ä¦Ó»y, µM«á¦b¼Ó¤WÂÚ¶\¨ì¦oªº©Ð¶¡¤È«áºÎı¨ì¤T¡C ¦o¤w¸g©Úµ´°Q½×¥¦, ¦ý¬O Jinpei ¥iºÃªº¨º¸Ì¨º©]±ß¤w¸g¬Û·í¤@­Óª§½×¡C ¦bªÖ®¦ªºÁy¤W·ï¶Ë¤w¸g½T»{¥¦¡C
And Ken... Ever since that incident in the gym where he had almost run himself to death, the Gatchaman had vanished into his own little world. He rarely spoke outside the training sessions and looked like he was losing weight. Jinpei wished Dr. Nambu would intervene, but the Professor remained remote and unreachable behind a wall of appointments and official duties. / ¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¡C¡C¡C ¥Ñ¦b¥L´X¥G¤w¸g¹ï¦º¤`¶]¥L¦Û¤vªº«Ø¨­©Ð¤¤ªº¨º¤@­Ó¨Æ¥ó¦Ü¤µ,Gatchaman ¤w¸g¶i¤J¥L¾Ö¦³¤p¥@¬É¤§¤º®ø¥¢¡C ¥L«Ü¤Ö¦a¦b°V½m·|ij¤§¥~»¡¦Ó¥B¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¥L¤@¼Ë¥¿¦b¥¢¥h­«¶q¡C Jinpei Ä@¡A Nambu ³Õ¤h±N·|¤z¯A¡A¦ý¬O±Ð±Â«O«ù»»»·ªº©MµLªk¨ì¹F¦b¬ù·|©M©x­ûªº¤@­±Àð¾À³d¥ô«á­±¡C
Of all of them, Ryu had the least to leave behind. Just his marina--a building and a business. With their orders to remain on base, Jun no longer had her bar to keep her busy. Ken could no longer fly and had to settle for the simulators. Jinpei had written letters to Eiji and Mark and Laura, telling them he was moving, and had given them an address that would forward to the ISO if they ever bothered to write back. / ¥þ³¡¥L­Ì¡A Ryu ¦³¤F³Ì¤Ö¯d¤U¡C ¥¿ª½ªº¥L´²¨B¹D--¤@´É«Ø¿vª«©M¥Í·N¡C ÂǥѥL­Ìªº¦¸§Ç«O«ù¦b°ò¦¤W, ¤»¤ë¤£¦A¦³¤F¦oªº°s§a«O¦s¦oªº¦£¸L¡C ªÖ®¦¥i¥H¤£¦A­¸¦Ó¥B¥²¶·¬°¼ÒÀÀ¾¹¦w¹y¡C Jinpei ¤w¸g¼g«Hµ¹ Eiji ©M°¨§J©MÅÚ©Ô, §i¶D¥L¥¿¦b²¾°Ê, ¦Ó¥B¤w¸gµ¹¥L­Ì¤@­Ó±N·|Âà±H¨ì°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªº¦í§}¥L­Ì¦pªG¥L­Ì´¿¸g·ÐÂZ¦^«H¡C
You think Laura wonders where I went? Whatever happened to Brad the Bully? Wouldn't they die if they could see what I'm doing now? / §A·Q§Ú¥hªºÅÚ©Ô©_ÂÝ? ¤£½×¤°»òµo¥Í¦b¥¬µÜ¼w´Û­â®z¤pªÌ¨­¤W? ¦pªG¥L­Ì¥i¥H¬Ý¨£§Ú¥¿¦b²{¦b°µªº¡A¥L­Ì±N¤£¦º?
Jinpei didn't mind being called back to duty: it was the first familiar scenario he'd faced in a long time, and training was far less complicated than school. Still, he missed his classes and his new friends, and had trouble adjusting to the lack of timetable. Only yesterday he'd come out of training and realized he was missing fourth period Geometry. / Jinpei ¨S¦³¤¶·N³Q¦^¹q¨ì³d¥ô: ¥¦¬O²Ä¤@­Ó¼ô±xªº±¡¸`¥L¦bªøªº®É¶¡¤¤¦³­±¹ï¡A¦Ó¥B°V½m»»»·¦a¬O¤ñ¸û¤£½ÆÂø¶W¹L¾Ç®Õ¡C ¨Ï, ¦wÀR¥L·Q©À¥Lªº¯Z¯Å©M¥Lªº·sªB¤Í, ¦Ó¥B¦³§xÂZ½Õ¾ã¨ì¯Ê¥F®É¶¡ªí¡C ¥u¦³¬Q¤Ñ¥L±N·|²æÂ÷°V½m¦Ó¥B¤F¸Ñ¡A¥L¥¿¦b¥¢¥h²Ä¥|­Ó®É´Á´X¦ó¾Ç¡C
Though the Team's training was less than conventional, this current round of training was especially strange, with less emphasis on acrobatics and tricks and more on mechanical wizardry. Maybe Hakase thinks we can't function as well because Joe's gone. Not that he doesn't have good reason--look at everybody! Jinpei's gaze passed from morose face to morose face before he snorted and downed his orange juice. / ÁöµM¤p²Õªº°V½m¬O¤@ÂI¤]¤£¶Ç²Îªº¡A¦ý¬O³o²{¦b¦^¦Xªº°V½m¤×¨ä©_©Ç, ÂǥѦb¯S§Þ©M¸Þ­p¤Wªº¤ñ¸û¤Öªº±j½Õ©M§ó¦b¾÷±ñªº§Å³N¤W¡C ¤]³\ Hakase »{¬°¡A§Ú­Ì®£©È³Ì¦n¤£¯à¹B§@¦]¬°¤£¨£¤Fªº³ì¡C ¤£¨º¥L¨S¦³¦n²z¥Ñ--¬Ý¨C­Ó¤H! ¦b¥L¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l¦Ó¥BåP¸¨¤F¥Lªº¾ï¤l¥Ä¤§«e , Jinpei's ªºª`µø±q·T¬Ü­WÁyªºÁy¨ì·T¬Ü­WÁyªºÁy³q¹L¡C
They no longer used the Tatsumaki Fighter maneuver; instead they generated the same effect mechanically--when it bothered to work. Nambu was still weeding the bugs out, hopefully enough so it didn't injure the team members as much as its intended victims. Engineering was still working on their new weapons with the air of children creating new toys. The Team viewed their antics with a combination of amusement at their enthusiasm and annoyance with the new equipment. "What's wrong with our old weapons?" became a common refrain. Nambu insisted that the Galactors are getting used to the old weapons, and if the Team didn't come up with something different and unconventional, they would suffer. / ¥L­Ì¤£¦A¨Ï¥Î¤F Tatsumaki °«¤hºt²ß; §ï¬°¥L­Ì¾÷±ñ¦a²£¥Í¤F¬Û¦Pªº®ÄªG--·í¥¦·ÐÂZ¤u§@ªº®É­Ô¡C Nambu ¤´µM¥¿¦b¥~°£¯óÂÎ,¦³§Æ±æ¦a¨¬°÷¦]¦¹¥¦¨S¦³¦p«Ü¦h¶Ë®`¤p²Õ¦¨­û¦p¥¦ªº¦³·N¨ü®`¤H¡C ¤uµ{¾Ç¤´µM¥¿¦b¥H³Ð³y·sªºª±¨ã ªº«Ä¤lªÅ®ð³B²z¥L­Ìªº·sªZ¾¹¡C ¤p²Õ¦b©M·sªº»ö¾¹¥L­Ìªº¨g¼ö©M·Ð´o¥Î®T¼Öªº¤@­Ó²Õ¦X¬Ý¥L­Ìªº·Æ½]°Ê§@¡C "§Ú­ÌªºÂªZ¾¹«ç»ò¤F "? Åܦ¨´¶³qªº­«½Æ¡C Nambu °í«ù¡A Galactors ¥¿¦b²ßºD©óªºªZ¾¹¡A¦Ó¥B¦pªG¤p²Õ¨S¦³´£¥X¤£¦PªºªF¦è©M«D¶Ç²Îªº,¥L­Ì±N·|¾D¨ü¡C
The first time he threw it, Ken's new saucer had split into three different projectiles and ricocheted uncontrolled all over the practice room, sending everyone diving for cover. Jun had thought her new Aurora Ribbon was stupid and sexist--a silly, decorative trinket used only by teenaged girls in Gymnastics competitions--at least until it sliced through two inches of steel wall. Jinpei was less fortunate; still unimpressed with the Rebound Ball, he longed for his old bolos. But compared to Ryu... Ryu's weapon, a football-sized wad of elastic chemical compound, could be used like a cross between Silly Putty and a rolled up wet towel, but it had far less dignity than the other weapons. The day it was introduced, Jinpei laughed until his sides hurt. Jun joined in, and even Ken cracked a smile. Ryu was furious. "No respect," he said. "No matter what I do, I never get any respect around here." / ²Ä¤@¦¸¥L¥á¥¦¡A¤£¨ü§í¨îªº¦b¥þ½m²ß©Ð¶¡ªºªÖ®¦³Q¦³¼A¶}¶i¤T¤£¦Pªºµo®gÅé©M ricocheted ¤§¤ºªº·s¯ùºÐ,¬°±»Å@°e¨C­Ó¤H¼ç¤ô¡C ¤»¤ë¤w¸g·Q¡A¦oªº·s¶øù©Ô½v±a¬O·MÄøªº©M¨k©Ê¦Ü¤W¥D¸qªÌ--¥u¦³³QÅé¾ÞªºÄvª§«C¤Ö¦~ªº¤k«Ä¨Ï¥Îªº¤@­Ó·MÄøªº, ¸Ë¹¢ªº¤p¹¢«~--¦Ü¤Öª½¨ì¥¦¤Á¦¨Á¡¤ù¹L¤G¦Tªº¿ûÀð¾À¡C Jinpei ¬O¤ñ¸û¤£©¯¹B; ¤´µM¤@ÂI¤]¤£¨ØªA¥Ñ©ó­«¸iªº²y¡A¥L´÷±æ¥LªºÂ¤j¤M¡C ¦ý¬O»P Ryu ¬Û¸û¡C¡C¡C Ryu's ªºªZ¾¹¡A¦³¼u©Êªº¤Æ¾Ç²V¦Xª«ªº¤@­Ó¨¬²y³W¼Ò¶ñ®Æ, ¥i¯à³Q¨Ï¥Î¹³¤Q¦r¬[¦b·MÄøªºªo¦Ç¤§¶¡©M¤@±²°_À㪺¤â¤y,¦ý¬O¥¦¦³¤F´LÄY»·¤ñ¨ä¥LªZ¾¹¤Öªº¡C ¥¦³Q¤¶²Ðªº¨º¤Ñ,ª½¨ì¥Lªº¨­Ãä¶Ë®`¡A Jinpei ¯º¡C ¤»¤ë¥[¤J¡A¦Ó¥B¥­©ZªºªÖ®¦§Ë¸H¤@­Ó·L¯º¡C Ryu ¬O¨g«ãªº¡C ¨S¦³·q·N,¥L»¡¡C " µL½×§Ú©Ò°µªº, §Ú±q¤£±o¨ì¥ô¦óªº·q·N¦b³o¸Ì©P³ò".
"Well, of course not," Jinpei shot back. "Not when your weapon looks like a football-sized booger." That had brought on another laugh as Ryu chased him around the room, threatening to make him the first to experience the weapon's effects. / "¶â, ·íµM¤£",Jinpei ¦V«á¦a®gÀ»¡C " ¤£§AªºªZ¾¹¦ó®É¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¨¬²y³W¼Ò booger ¤@¼Ë". ·í Ryu ¦b©Ð¶¡ªº©P³ò°l®·¥Lªº®É­Ô¡A¨º¤w¸g¦b¥t¤@Án¯º¤W±a, ®£À~¨Ï¥L¦¨¬°²Ä¤@¸g¾úªZ¾¹ªº®ÄªG¡C
The minutes crawled by. Ken continued to push his food around his plate. Jun stared into her teacup. Jinpei started in on his toast, trying to ignore the others. Something had to break the ice soon. / ³Qª¦¦æªº¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ³Q¡C ªÖ®¦Ä~Äò¦b¥LªººÐ¤l©P³ò±À°Ê¥Lªº­¹ª«¡C ¤»¤ë¶i¤J¦oªº¯ùªM¤§¤ºª`µø¡C Jinpei ¶}©l¦b¥Lªº¤g¥qÄÑ¥]¤W, ¹Á¸Õ¤£²z¸B¨ä¾lªÌ¡C ¬Y¨Æ¥²¶·«Ü§Ö¥´¯}¦B¡C
Ken's wristband chirped. All four jumped as Ken brought the transmitter close to his face. "G-1. Go ahead." / ªÖ®¦ªº³S¤f§s³å¦Ó»ï¡C ©Ò¦³ªº¥|·íªÖ®¦±µªñ¦a¥¿¹ïµÛ±a¤Fµo®g¾¹¡A¸õÅD¡C "G-1. ¥h¦V«e¦a¡C"
"Good morning." It wasn't Nambu, but another chief tech. "This is Takahara speaking. I have good news. Your vehicles are completed and the paint's dry." / " ¦­¦w". ¥¦¤£¬O Nambu, ¦ý¬O¥t¥~¥D­nªº¬ì§Þ¡C "³o¬O Takahara »¡¡C §Ú¦³¦n®ø®§¡C §Aªº¨®½ø³Q§¹¦¨©Mªoº£ªº°®¡C"
"When can we take them out?" Ken said. / "§Ú­Ì¦ó®É¯à±a¥L­Ì¥X¥h"? ªÖ®¦»¡¡C
"Anytime you're ready." / "ÀH®É§A·Ç³Æ¦n " ¡C
"I see. Thank you." Ken tapped the wristcom off, and for the first time, the four members of the Kagaku Ninjatai stared each other in the face. As one, they bolted from the table, leaving the remains of their food behind. / "§Úª¾¹D¤F¡C ÁÂÁ§A¡C"ªÖ®¦¨«¶}»´¥´¤F wristcom ¡A¦Ó¥B²Ä¤@¦¸¡A Kagaku Ninjatai ªº¥|­Ó¦¨­ûª`µø¤FÁyªº©¼¦¹¡C ·í°µ¤@¡A¥L­Ì±q®à¤l­¬¦í,§Ñ°O¥L­Ìªº­¹ª«¿òÀe¡C
Professor Takahara was waiting for them at the airlock, and he smiled at the sight of the four youngsters in Birdstyle, ready to go. "I thought you'd show up right away. The vehicles are assembled within the mothership. I'd like to run you through the docking procedures a few times, then you're free to take them outside. Shall we start?" / ±Ð±Â Takahara ¥¿¦b airlock µ¥­Ô¥L­Ì¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤@¬Ý¨£ Birdstyle ªº¥|­Ó¦~«C¤H·L¯º,¹w³Æ¥h¡C "§Ú·Q¤F§A±N·|¥ß¨è¥X²{¡C ¨®½ø¦b mothership ¸Ì­±³Q¸Ë°t¡C §Ú·Q­n¸g¹L³s±µµ{§Ç¶]§A¼Æ®É¥N,µM«á§A¦³ªÅ¥~­±±a¥L­Ì¡C §Ú­Ì±N¶}©l¶Ü?"
He stepped aside, leaving the door open, and the four surged through... / ¥L¯¸¶} ,¯d¤Uªù¤½¶}, ©M¨º¥|¼Éº¦¹L¡C¡C¡C
And skidded to a stop, gaping at the craft that was to be the New Godphoenix. / ¦Ó¥B«b¨®¨ì¤@­Ó°±¤î, ¦b­¸¾÷Á_»Ø¬O·sªº Godphoenix¡C
Ryu was the first to say, "What in the hell is this?" / Ryu ¬O»¡ªº²Ä¤@," ¤°»ò¦b¦aº»¤è­±¬O³o"?
Slowly, his face blank, Ken turned to the professor and said in a low, calm, reasonable voice, "Why is there a face on this warship?" / ºCºC¦a, ¥LªºÁyªÅ®æ¡A¦b¤@ºØ§Cªº¡M¥­ÀRªº¡M©M¦X²zªºÁn­µ¤¤³Q¨D§U©ó±Ð±Â¦Ó¥B»¡ªºªÖ®¦," ¬°¤°»ò¦³¦b³o¤@¿´­xÄ¥¤Wªº¤@­ÓÁy"?
Takahara didn't blink. "It was the designer's new theme. All of the vehicles are painted this way to match the bird motif." / Takahara ¨S¦³¯w²´¡C "¥¦¬O³]­pªÌªº·s¥DÃD¡C ©Ò¦³ªº¨®½ø³£³o¼Ë³Qµe»P³¾¥DÃD¬Û°t¡C"
"Oh. Great," Jinpei muttered. / "®@¡C ¤j®v,"Jinpei ³ä³ä¦Û»y¡C
"I want it changed. Take the face off the New Godphoenix. Immediately." / "§Ú·Q­n¥¦³Q§ïÅÜ¡C ¦b·sªº Godphoenix ¥~±aÁy¡C ¥ß¨è¡C"
"But--" / "¦ý¬O--"
"It looks like a giant goddamned chicken!" Ryu bellowed. "Bad enough it's designed like a--" / "¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤@­Ó³Q°Q¹½ªº¤pÂû¥¨¤H¤@¼Ë"! Ryu «ã§q¡C " Ãaªº¥R¨¬¥¦³Q³]­p¦PÃþ¤@--"
"Ryu!" Jun grabbed his arm and gave it a little shake. / "Ryu"! ¤»¤ë§ì¨ú¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥Bµ¹¤©¤F¥¦¤p¤pªº·n°Ê¡C
He pulled away. "This is the last straw! I'm not flying that!" / ¥L¶}¨«¡C "³o¬O³Ì«á¤@®Ú½_¯ó! §Ú¨S¦³¦b­¸¨º!"
"Repaint the ship," Ken said grimly. / "­«µe²î",ªÖ®¦ÄY®æ¦a»¡¡C
"But we can't--the expense... the special paint--" / " °£¤F§Ú­Ì¤§¥~ can't--¶O¥Î¡C¡C¡C ¯S§Oªºªoº£--"
"Repaint it." / "­«µe¥¦" ¡C
"We'll have to get clearance from Dr. Nambu." / "§Ú­Ì±N¥²¶·¥Ñ Nambu ³Õ¤h¦³²M°£" ¡C
"Call him down here, then, " Ken said. The rest of the Team turned to the professor. / "¦b³o¸Ì³d³Æ¥L,µM«á ",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C ¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¨D§U©ó±Ð±Â¡C
Takahara spluttered for a moment before he saw the futility in arguing. The Kagaku Ninjatai stood glaring at him as one solid front. He turned and hurried for the nearest phone. / Takahara spluttered ¤@·|¨à¦b¥L¤§«e¦bª§½×¤è­±¬Ý¨£µL¥Î¡C Kagaku Ninjatai ¯¸µÛ°{Ä£ªº¦b¥L¦p¤@ºØ©TÅé«e­±¡C ¥L¬°³Ìªñªº¹q¸ÜÂà¦V¦Ó¥B¶Ê«P¡C

"Ken, I understand how you feel. I share your concerns. But we just don't have the money to repaint the hull. Not after all the construction we've just completed." / "ªÖ®¦,§Ú¤F¸Ñ§A¦p¦ó·Pı¡C §Ú¤À¨É§AªºÃö¤ß¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú­Ì´N¬O¨S¦³¿ú­«µe´ß¡C ¤£¬O¦b§Ú­Ì­è­è§¹¦¨ªº©Ò¦³«Ø¿v¤§«á¡C"
Ken glared at him, immovable. "We're not flying it the way it is. We're the Kagaku Ninjatai, not the Rungling Brothers Circus." "I can just see our enemies, quaking in fear." Jinpei looked at Ryu and forced a smile. "Maybe it will help us out in battle. Galactor will be laughing so hard, we'll be able to just pick 'em off!" When nobody laughed, the boy stared at the floor. / ªÖ®¦¦b¥Lµo¯t¥ú,©T©wªº¡C "§Ú­Ì¨S¦³¦b­¸¥¦¤è¦¡¥¦¬O¡C §Ú­Ì¬O Kagaku Ninjatai ¦Ó¤£¬O Rungling ¥S§Ì°¨À¸¹Î¡C""§Ú¯à¶È¶È¬Ý¨£§Ú­Ìªº¼Ä¤H,¦b®£Äߤ¤¦a¾_¡C"Jinpei ¬Ý Ryu ¦Ó¥BÀ£­¢¤F¤@­Ó·L¯º¡C "¤]³\¥¦±N¦b¾Ôª§¤¤À°§U§Ú­Ì¡C Galactor ±N¯º¦p¦¹ªº§V¤O, §Ú­Ì±N¹ï¥¿ª½ªººë¿ï¬O¯à°÷ ' em ¨«¶}!"·í¨S¦³¤H¯ºªº®É­Ô,¨k«Ä¨nµÛ¦aªO¬Ý¡C
"You can either fly it," Nambu said, "Or not fly at all. Your choice." / " §A¯à©Î­¸¥¦",Nambu »¡ ",¥þµM­¸¡C §Aªº¿ï¾Ü¡C"
"We can pull the old Godphoenix out of mothballs." / "§Ú­Ì¯à§âªº Godphoenix ±q¼Ì¸£¤Y©Ô¥X¨Ó" ¡C
"And be blown out of the sky on your first mission. Two years have passed, Ken. Two years that our enemies have spent studying our old battle patterns and weapons. They'll be ready this time, with new technology and a thorough knowledge of our weak points. You have already had several close calls in the past, don't you recall?" / " ¦Ó¥B³Q§jÂ÷¦b§Aªº²Ä¤@­Ó¥ô°È¤Wªº¤ÑªÅ¡C ¤G¦~¤w¸g³q¹L,ªÖ®¦¡C §Ú­Ìªº¼Ä¤H¤w¸gªá¶O¾Ç²ß§Ú­ÌªºÂ¾Ԫ§¨å«¬©MªZ¾¹ªº¤G¦~¡C ¥L­Ì³o¦¸±N·Ç³Æ¦n , Âǥѧڭ̪º®zÂI·s§Þ³N©M§¹¥þªºª¾ÃÑ¡C §A¹L¥h¤w¸g¦³¤@¨Ç±µªñªº©I¥s¤F,§A¤£¨ú®ø¶Ü?"
"Then refit the old Godphoenix with new weapons," Ken said flatly. / "µM«á¥Î·sªºªZ¾¹§ï¸Ëªº Godphoenix",ªÖ®¦¥­¥­¦a»¡¡C
"If we had the money and space, we could. But our budget is already stretched to its limit, and the old design wouldn't support the new changes anyway." He sighed. "Try to cope with it for now. Nothing is permanent. If the craft doesn't perform to spec, we'll have to change it anyway. I make you no promises other than we'll see. Take it out, test it, get accustomed to the new systems. We will work together on this from now on." / "¦pªG§Ú­Ì¦³¤F¿ú©MªÅ¶¡, §Ú­Ì¥i¥H¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú­Ìªº¹wºâ¤w¸g³Q¦ù®i¨ì¥¦ªº­­¨î¡A¦Ó¥Bªº³]­p±N¤£µL½×¦p¦ó¤ä«ù·sªº§ïÅÜ¡C"¥L¼Û®§¡C "¸ÕµÛ¬°²{¦bÀ³¥I¥¦¡C ¨S¨Æ¬O¥Ã¤[ªº¡C ¦pªG­¸¾÷¤£ªí²{¨ì§ë¾÷,§Ú­Ì±N¥²¶·µL½×¦p¦ó§ïÅÜ¥¦¡C §Ú¨Ï§A¦¨¬°¨S¦³©Ó¿Õ°£¤F§Ú­Ì±N¬Ý¨£¤§¥~¡C ¨ú¥X¥¦,´ú¸Õ¥¦,¹ï·sªº¨t²ÎÅܲߺD¤F¡C §Ú­Ì±N±q²{¦b¶}©l¦b³o¤§¤W¤@°_¤u§@¡C"
"That's not enough," Ken snapped. / " ¨º¤£¬O¥R¨¬",ªÖ®¦«rÂ_¡C
"That's all I have to offer you. Take it for what it's worth." / "¨º¬O§Ú¥²¶·´£¨Ñ§Aªº¥þ³¡¡C ¬°¥¦¬O»ù­Èªº±a¥¦¡C"
The two men stood facing each other, eyes locked. It reminded Jinpei much of the old days, when Ken and Nambu matched wills. Only this time Jun made no move to intervene, Joe wasn't here, and Jinpei certainly wasn't going to step into the line of fire. / ¤G¦ì¨k¤H¯¸µÛ¤F¸Ë¹¢­±©¼¦¹,²´·úÂê¡C ·íªÖ®¦©M Nambu ¦b¨º®É­Ô»P·N§Ó¬Û°t¤Fªº®É­Ô¥¦´£¿ô¤Fªº¼Æ¤Ñ Jinpei «Ü¦h¡C ¥u¦³³o¦¸¤»¤ë¨S»s³y²¾°Ê¤z¯A, ³ì¤£¦b³o¸Ì¡A¦Ó¥B Jinpei ½T©w¦a¤£±N¶i¤J¤õ½u¤§¤º¦æ¨«¡C
At last the impasse was realized. Nambu indeed had nothing else to offer, and the Team had no choice if they wanted to fly back into battle. Ken turned. His cape swept behind him as he headed for the door, motioning silently for the others to follow. Professor Takahara, who had tried to make himself as unobtrusive as possible during the confrontation, glanced up at Dr. Nambu with admiration before he followed the youngsters out. / ³Ì«á»ø§½³Q¤F¸Ñ¡C ¦pªG¥L­Ì·Q­n­¸ªð¦^¾Ôª§¡A Nambu ªº½T§O¤°»ò¤]¤£¦³´£¨Ñ¡A¦Ó¥B¤p²Õ¨S¦³¿ï¾Ü¡C ªÖ®¦Âà¦V¡C ·í¥L¥hªùªº®É­Ô¡A¥LªºÌa¦b¥L«á­±²M±½, ¬°¨ä¾lªÌÀqÀq¦a¹B°Ê¸òÀH¡C ¤w¸g¹Á¸Õ¦b¼Ä¹ï´Á¶¡¾¨¥i¯à¤£¦h¼Lªº»s³y¥L¦Û¤vªº±Ð±Â Takahara ¿h°{¦b Nambu ³Õ¤h¤W­±¥HÆg½à¦b¥L³e¹ý¦~«C¤H¤§«e¡C
Briefing on docking procedures was made amidst a stony silence, and Takahara was relieved when the Team left him and boarded the New Godphoenix. The mothership's hatches opened and shut for a test run, then the engines fired and Ryu ran through the checklist. At last the hangar doors opened and the craft rolled forward into the airlock. / ·í¤p²Õ¯d¤U¤F¥L¦Ó¥B·f­¼¤F·sªº Godphoenix ªº®É­Ô¡A¦b¤J¶õªºµ{§Ç¤W§@²³ø¦b¤@°}­±µLªí±¡¨HÀq·í¤¤³Q°µ¡A¦Ó¥B Takahara ³Q´î»´¡C mothership's ªº¿µ¤f¬°¤@­Ó³Q¶]ªº´ú¸Õ¥´¶}¦Ó¥BÃö¤W,µM«á¤ÞÀºÂI¿U¡A¦Ó¥B Ryu ¶]¹LÀˬdªí¡C ³Ì«á­¸¾÷®wªù¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B­¸¾÷¦V«e¦a¶i¤J airlock ¤§¤º±²¡C
The New Godphoenix didn't look so bad from the inside, Ryu had to admit, but not out loud. There had been a few outbursts when he and the others had first caught sight of their new vehicles, but now everyone was down to business. At cruising speed two thousand feet above the Mojave Desert, they practiced docking and splitting up repeatedly, and after two hours, began flying attack patterns over the dunes. / ·sªº Godphoenix ±q¤º³¡¨S¦³¬Ý°_¨Ó¦p¦¹Ãa,Ryu ¥²¶·©Ó»{, ¦ý¬O¤£¦b¥~¤jÁnªº¡C ·í¥L©M¨ä¾lªÌ­º¥ý¤w¸g¿h¨£¥L­Ìªº·s¨®½øªº®É­Ô¡A¤w¸g¦³¤@¨ÇÃzµo¡A¦ý¬O²{¦b¨C­Ó¤H¬O¤U¨Ó¹ï¥Í·N¡C ¦b¨µ¯è¦b Mojave ¨Fºz¤W­±ªº³t«×¤G¤d§`¡A¥L­Ì½m²ß¾p¤J²î¶õ©M¤ÀÂ÷¦b­«½Æ¦a¤W­±, ©M¦b¤G¤p®É¤§«á,¶}©l­¸¦b¨F¥C¤Wªº§ðÀ»¨å«¬¡C
The G-forces tore at Ken as he brought the Eagle Sharp into a steep power climb, scorching toward the stratosphere. The ungainly little craft withstood his anger well and granted him far more access to the open sky than his old G-1 jet. Gradually his temper eased. By the time they had docked and headed home to G-Town, his attitude was that of grudging surrender. / G- ·í¥L±aÆN°ª½Õ¶iÀI®mªº¤O¶q¤§¤ºªº®É­Ô¡A­x¶¤¦bªÖ®¦¼¹¯}Ãkµn,¹ï©ó¦P·Å¼hªº§ËµJ¡C Ãø¬Ýªº¤p­¸¾÷ withstood ¥Lªº©Á«ã¶W¹L¥LªºÂ G-1 ¼Q®g¾÷´é¥X¦Ó¥B¤¹³\¤F¥L¹ï¶}©ñªº¤ÑªÅ§ó¦hªº³q¸ô¡C ³vº¥¦a¥LªºµÊ®ð½w©M¡C ·í¥L­Ì¤w¸g¦b®a°±ªy¦Ó¥B«e¶i¨ì G ªº®É­Ô-«°Âí,¤£±¡Ä@ªº©ñ±ó¥LªººA«×¬O¨º¡C
We'll settle for this... for now. / §Ú­Ì±N¬°³o¦w¹y¡C¡C¡C ²{¦b¡C


Despite the obvious expense of the furnishings, the chamber carried the atmosphere of a cheap Hollywood boudoir. Velvet curtains concealed the metal seams in the walls. A giant crystal chandelier swung gently as the craft encountered turbulence. A glass of merlot sat beside cut crystal bottles of perfume on a large antique dressing table. A pale-skinned woman sat before the mirror. Strange, catlike eyes regarded her reflection as she worked a brush through her unruly mane of blonde hair. / ¤£¦b¥G®a¨ãªº©úÅã¶O¥Î¡A·|ij«Ç¶Ç¹F¤F«K©yªº¦nµÜ¶õ»Ó©Ðªº¤j®ð¡C ¤ÑÃZµ³ªº±bÁôÂäFÀð¾Àªºª÷ÄÝ»sªºÁ_¦X½u¡C ·í­¸¾÷¹J¨ì¤F³ÙÄÛªº®É­Ô¡A¤@­ÓÃe¤jªº¤ô´¹¦Q¿O³vº¥¦a·nÂ\¡C ¤@ªM merlot ¦b¤Á®ÇÃ䧤¤ô´¹¦b¤@±i¤jªºÂ¦¡¬ï¦ç®à¤l¤Wªº­»¤ô²~¤l¡C ¤@­Ó¬]Äæ­é¥Öªº¤k¤H¦bÃè¤l¤§«e§¤¡C ©_©Çªº, ¹³¿ßªº²´·ú§â¦oªº¤Ï¬Mµø¬°¦o¸g¹L¦oªº¥Õ¦âÀY¾vªºÃø±±¨îªºÃO¤ò¾Þ§@¤F¨ê¤l¡C
A knock sounded at the door before it slid open to reveal a Galactor guard in his traditional green uniform. / ¤@¦¸¦b¥¦«eªºªù³QÅ¥ slid ªººV¥´¶}Åã¥Ü¥Lªº¶Ç²Îºñ¦âªº¨îªA¤@­Ó Galactor ¦u½Ã¡C
"What is it?" the woman said. Her voice was too deep to be feminine. / "¥¦¬O¤°»ò"? ¤k¤H»¡¡C ¦oªºÁn­µ¬O¤Ó²`¦ÓµLªk¬O¤k©Êªº¡C
"GelSadora-sama," he said, "Eric Getz's replacement has been prepared." / "GelSadora-sama",¥L»¡ ",¦ã¤O§J Getz's ªº´À´«¤w¸g³Q·Ç³Æ".
The woman kept her back to the guard, but regarded him through the mirror, her face expressionless. "What about the missile?" / ¤k¤H§â¦o«O«ù¦^¦u½Ã, ¦ý¬O­«µøªº¥L¸g¹LÃè¤l, µLªí±¡ªº¦oÁy¡C "­¸¼u«ç»ò¼Ë"?
"It will be ready in four days." / "¥¦¦b¥|¤Ñ¤¤±N·Ç³Æ¦n " ¡C
"Hmm." She lifted the wine glass, sipped thoughtfully. The guard at the door tensed as if ready to bolt at the first sign of her displeasure. But she wasn't displeased now; they had plenty of time. She liked that kind of nervousness in her troops. / "Hmm". ¦oÁ|°_¤F°sªM,²`«ä¦a°ã¶¼¡C ¦u½Ã¦bªù©Ôºò¦n¹³¹w³Æ¦b¦oªº¤£§Ö¼Öªº²Ä¤@­Ó²Å¸¹­¬¦í¡C ¦ý¬O¦o¤£³Q²{¦b±o¸o; ¥L­Ì¦³¤F³\¦h®É¶¡¡C ¦o³ßÅw¦oªº­x¶¤¨ººØ¯«¸gºò±i¡C
"Shall we eliminate Getz now?" he asked. / "§Ú­Ì±N²{¦b°£¥h Getz ¶Ü"? ¥L°Ý¡C
"Not yet. The ISO has not yet responded to our actions and Getz might contact them at any time." Her lip curled before she took another sip. "We don't want them to suspect." / "¤£¬O¤´µM¡C °ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¨S¦³¦^À³§Ú­Ìªº¦æ°Ê¡A¦Ó¥B Getz ÀH®É¥i¯à³sµ¸¥L­Ì¡C"¦b¦o±a¤F¥t°ã¶¼¤§«e , ¦oªº®B§Ë±²¡C "§Ú­Ì¤£·Q­n¥L­ÌÃhºÃ" ¡C
"As you wish." The guard bowed and the door closed behind him. / " ·í§AÄ@". ¦u½ÃÅs¸y¡A¦Ó¥BªùÃö³¬¦b¥L«á­±¡C
The new general of Galactor chuckled lowly. Things were proceeding perfectly. The ISO had grown complacent and sloppy in their two years of peace, and now it was time for them to pay. Once her agent led the Kagaku Ninjatai to their demise, she would personally count down the rocket that would take out ISO headquarters, then follow up with the destruction of the ISO's undersea fortress. The rest of Galactor's takeover would be child's play. / Galactor ªº·s¤W±N¦ì¸m§C¤Uªº¦Y¦Y¯º¡C ¨Æª«¥¿¦b§¹¥þ¦aµÛ¤â¶i¦æ¡C °ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¤w¸g¦b¥L­Ìªº¤G¦~©M¥­¤è­±Åܺ¡¨¬ªº©M³Q¼â¤ô§ËÀã¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥L­Ì¤ä¥Iªº®É¶¡¨ì¤F¡C ¤@¥¹¦oªº¥N²z¤H¤Þ¾É Kagaku Ninjatai ¨«¦V¥L­Ìªº²×¤î,¦o±N·|¿Ë¦Û¦a­pºâ¤U¨Ó±N·|®³°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´Á`³¡ªº¤õ½b,µM«á¥H°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªº®ü­±¤Uªº«°³ù¯}Ãa°lÂÜ¡C Galactor's ªº±µºÞ¨ä¾lªÌ±N·|¬OµL¿×ªº¤p¨Æ¡C
Finished with her hair, she reached for the mask and headpiece sitting on the dresser. Time for a bit of fun. / ¥Î§¹¦oªºÀY¾v,¦o¤Î©ó¦b¤Æ§©¥x¤Wªº°²­±¨ã©M²¯®y¦ì¦w±Æ¡C ¤@ÂI¼Ö½ì®É¶¡¨ì¤F¡C



Joe noticed the tension the moment he arrived in London. An air of apprehension lay heavy in the air like an electrical charge, and everybody felt it. Pedestrians moved quickly down the sidewalks, eyes shifting constantly. Drivers fidgeted at traffic lights. No one spoke or lingered in one place for more than they could help; all were eager to finish their business and get out of the line of fire. It reminded him of the years when political factions held the city hostage with an endless barrage of bombings. Only now, with the two years of peace, there was no reason to feel this way. / ³ìª`·Nºò±i¤ù¨è¥L©è¹F­Û´°¡C ²z¸ÑªºªÅ®ð©ñ¸m­«ªº¦bªÅ®ð¤¤³ßÅw¤@¶µ¹qªº¶O¥Î,¦Ó¥B¨C­Ó¤H³£·Pı¤F¥¦¡C «Ü§Ö¦a³Q²¾°Êªº¦æ¤HåP¸¨¤H¦æ¹D¡A¤£Åܦa§ïÅÜ ªº²´·ú¡C ¦b¥æ³q¸¹»x¿Oªº¾r¾p­û fidgeted¡C ¨S¦³¤H¦b¤@­Ó¦a¤è¤¤»¡©Î³r¯d¬°¶W¹L¥L­Ì¥i¥HÀ°§U; ¥þ³¡¼ö¤Á©ó§¹¦¨¥L­Ìªº¥Í·N¦Ó¥BÂ÷¶}¤õ½u¡C ¥¦¨Ï¥L·Q°_¬Fªv¹Î¬£¥ÎÃz¬µªº¤@­Ó¥ÃµL¤î¹Òªº¼u¹õ®³µÛ«°¥«¤H½èªº¼Æ¦~¡C ¥u¦³²{¦b¡AÂǥѤG¦~ªº©M¥­¡A¨S¦³²z¥Ñ³o¼Ë·Pı¡C
Joe could feel the eyes on him as he moved down the streets toward the university, hunched in a raincoat and under an umbrella. There was no reason to think anyone would recognize him, but the back of his neck prickled insistently. Joe kept his eyes straight ahead and his pace rapid, and tried to look like he knew where he was going. All the while he stretched his senses to their limits searching for signs of trouble. / ·í¥L¹ï©ó¤j¾Çªuµó¹D¦V¤U²¾°Êªº®É­Ô¡A³ì¥i¥H·Pı¦b¥L¤Wªº²´·ú,¦b¤@­Ó«B¦ç¤¤©M¦b¤@¤ä³Ê¤§¤UÅs¸y¾m­I¡C ¨S¦³²z¥Ñ»{¬°¡A¥ô¦ó¤H±N·|»{ÃÑ¥L¡A¦ý¬O¥Lªº²ä¤l­I­±°í«ù¦a¨ë¡C ³ì¦V«e¦aµ§ª½¦a«O«ù¤F¥Lªº²´·ú©M¥Lªº³t«×¨³³tªº, ¦Ó¥B¸ÕµÛ¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¥L¤@¼Ëª¾¹D¤F¥L­n¥h­þ¸Ì¡C ©Ò¦³ªº¤@·|¨à¥L¦ù®i¤F¹ï¥L­Ìªº­­¨î°w¹ï³Â·Ðªº²Å¸¹·j´Mªº¥L·Pı¡C
London was familiar enough. Joe had studied the maps on the flight over, memorized the addresses he needed, and he had been here once or twice with the Team years ago. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he could pass for a native. He projected that image hard as he passed through the campus, surrounded by students on their way to class. Getz's apartment was on the other side of the campus, just outside the boundaries and two blocks down. Not that Joe expected to find him there, but maybe there would be some clues about his situation. / ­Û´°°÷¼ô±xªº¡C ³ì¤w¸gµ²§ô¾Ç²ß¦b­¸¦æ¤Wªº¦a¹Ï,°O¦í¤F¥L»Ý­nªº¦í§}, ¦Ó¥B¥L¤w¸g¦b³o¸Ì¤@¦¸©Î¨â¦¸©M¤p²Õ¼Æ¦~¥H«e¡C ¥u­n¥L«O«ù¤F¥LªºÃö¤W¼L,¥L¥i¥H³Q¬Ý§@¬O¤@­Ó¥»¦a¤H¡C ·í¥L³q¹L®Õ¶éªº®É­Ô¡A¥L§V¤O¦a­pµe¤F¨º¤@­Ó¼v¹³,¦b«e©¹¯Z¯Åªº³~¤¤³Q¾Ç¥Í¥]³ò¡C Getz's ªº¤½´J¦b®Õ¶éªº¥t¤@Ã䤺,¥u¬O¥~­±ªºÃä¬É©M¤G­Ó°Ï¬qåP¸¨¡C ¤£¬O¨º³ì´Á±æ¦b¨º¸Ìµo²{¥L, ¦ý¬O¤]³\±N·|¦³Ãö©ó¥Lªº±¡§Î¤@¨Ç½u¯Á¡C
The neighborhood was old, a little shabby, but with the chic, artsy air of a place the cognoscenti had made their own. Joe stopped at a coffee shop, ordered a cup of Colombian and sat in a corner not far from a window that looked out on Getz's building. The windows in his old apartment were dark, which Joe expected. There were shadows lurking in the stairwells, which Joe also expected. It was a good sign: Getz was still alive. / ¾Fªñ¦a°Ï¬Oªº¡Mµy·L¯}Äê, ¦ý¬O¥Ñ©ó§O½oªº´Ú¦¡,cognoscenti ¤w¸g°µ¥L­Ì¦Û¤vªº¤@­Ó¦a¤èªº artsy ªÅ®ð¡C ¦b¤@®a©@°Ø©±³Q°±¤îªº³ì, ¦b¤@­ÓÂ÷¤@®°¦b Getz's ªº«Ø¿vª«¤W¤p¤ßªºµ¡¤á¤£«Ü»·ªº¨¤¸¨¤¤©R¥O¤F¤@ªM­ô­Û¤ñ¨È¤H¦Ó¥B§¤¡C µ¡¤á¦b¥LªºÂ¤½´J¤¤«Ü¶Â·t,¨º¤@­Ó³ì´Á±æ¡C ¦³¦b¼Ó±è¤«¤¤¼çÂà ªº¼v¹³,³ì¤]´Á±æ¡C ¥¦¬O¤@­Ó¦n²Å¸¹: Getz ¤´µM¬¡µÛ¡C



Dr. Kaga grumbled as he climbed into the back of his car--three in the morning was not the most favorable time to travel. But he needed to be cautious, and this was the only time he could determine he wasn't being watched and followed. In the space of the past two months, twenty noted researchers and ninety two military experts had disappeared without a trace, and Kaga was frightened enough by the news reports and the sensation of being watched, that he was willing to leave his work behind and take cover in an ISO-sponsored safe haven until this weird phase blew over. / ·í¥L«æ¦£¦a¬ï¤W¥Lªº¨T¨®­I­±ªº®É­Ô¡A Kaga ³Õ¤h©D§u-- ¤T¦b¦­±á¤£¬O³Ì¦³§Qªº®É¶¡®È¦æ¡C ¦ý¬O¥L»Ý­n¬OÂÔ·Vªº¡A¦Ó¥B³o¬O°ß¤@ªº¤@¦¸¥L¥i¥H¨M©w¥L¨S¦³¦b³Q¬Ý¦Ó¥B¸òÀH¡C ¦b¹L¥h¤G­Ó¤ëªºªÅ¶¡¤¤¡A¤G¤Q­ÓµÛ¦Wªº¬ã¨s¤H­û©M¤E¤Q¤G­Ó­x¨Æ±M®a¤£»Ý­n²ª¸ñ´N¤w¸g®ø¥¢¡A¦Ó¥B Kaga ³Q·s»D³ø§i©M³Q¬Ýªº·PıÅåÀ~¥R¨¬¤F,ª½¨ì©Ç²§ªº¶¥¬q§j­Ë¡A¥L¼Ö·N¦b¤@­Ó°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ÃÙ§Uªº¦w¥þ´ä¤f¤¤§Ñ°O¥Lªº¤u§@¦Ó¥B®³±»Å@¡C
The highway rushed by, and with no traffic to dodge and very little by way of scenery, the steady movement and drone of the engine lulled the professor into a doze. He missed the odd red light on the horizon, missed the distant rumble of engines until it was too late. / ¤½¸ô¶Ê«P³Q, ©M¥Ñ©ó¨S¦³¥æ³qÁ׶}¦Ó¥B«D±`¤ÖÂǵۭ·´ºªº¤è¦¡¡Aí©wªº¹B°Ê©M¤ÞÀºªº¶¯¸Á¥­®§¤F±Ð±Â¶i¤J¤@¤§¤º¥´½OºÎ¡C ¥L¿ù¹L¤F©_¼Æªº¬õ¿O§Y±N , ¿ù¹L¤F¤ÞÀºªº»·¶©¶©Ánª½¨ì¥¦¤Ó±ß¡C
A flash of bright light nearly blinded the driver, and he hit the brakes hard, but managed to keep the car from skidding over the nearest guardrail. The light subsided, and the driver stared dumbfounded through the front windshield. / °{¥ú©ú«Gªº»´¸Ë¦a´X¥Gª¼¤H¤F¾r¾p­û,¦Ó¥B¥L¨Ï·Ù¨®¤j¨ü¥´À», ¦ý¬O³]ªk¦b³ÌªñªºÅ@Ä椧¤W¨Ï¨T¨®¤£«b¨®¡C ¥ú¥­®§¡A¦Ó¥B¾r¾p­û¸g¹L«e­±ªº¾×­·¬Á¼þª`µøÀ~¡C
Seeing the tall and strangely robed figure that stood in the center of the road before them, Kaga immediately thought they were the victim of a prank. Angrily he yanked the door latch, shoved the back door open and climbed out. "Just what in the hell do you--" / ¬Ý¨£¨º°ªªº¦Ó¥B©_§®¦a¬ïµÛªø³T¦b¥L­Ì«eªº¦b¹D¸ôªº¤¤¤ß¤¤¯¸¥ßªº¼Æ¦r,Kaga ¥ß¨è·Q¤F¥L­Ì¬O´c§@¼@ªº¨ü®`¤H¡C ¼««ã¦a¥L±j©Ô¤Fªùªù­¬,±ÀÀ½¤F«áªù¤½¶}¨Ã¥Bª¦¥X¡C " ¨s³º¤°»ò¦b¦aº»¤è­±°µ§A--"
"Dr. Kaga." The voice was deep and oddly inflected. "Step away from the car." / "Kaga ³Õ¤h". Án­µ¬O²`ªº¨Ã¥B©_§®¦aÅs¦±¡C "¦æ¨«»·Â÷¨T¨®" ¡C
"What?" / "¤°»ò"?
"Get away!" The voice raised in pitch so that it was almost feminine. Kaga saw the gun and leaped back just as the strange figure fired. The car was enveloped in light, and briefly he heard the driver scream before both driver and car evaporated. The air filled with the stink of burning metal. / "°kÂ÷"! Án­µ¦b³»ÂI¤¤¤É°_¡A¥H«K¥¦´X¥G¤k©Ê¡C ·í©_©Çªº¼Æ¦rÂI¿Uªº®É­Ô¡A Kaga ¦V«á¦a¥¿¦p¬Ý¨£¤Fºj¦Ó¥B¸õÅD¡C ¨T¨®¦b¥ú¤¤³Q«H«Ê¡A¦Ó¥B²µu¦a¦b¾r¾p­û©M¨T¨®»]µo¤§«e , ¥LÅ¥¨ì¾r¾p­û¦y¥sÁn¡C ªÅ®ð¸Ëº¡¿U¿Nªºª÷Äݯä¨ý¡C
Chuckling, the bizarre woman-thing pointed toward the night sky. The last thing Kaga saw was a red shape that grew into a great revolving disk and blasted him with a beam of white light. Then his consciousness left him. As the saucer vanished into the night sky, all that remained of the car and driver blew from the highway in a cloud of dust. / ¦Y¦Yªº¯º,©_²§ªº¤k¤H-¨Æª«±µªñ©]±ß¤ÑªÅ«ü¡C ³Ì«á¨Æª« Kaga ¬Ý¨£¬O¶i¤J¤@­Ó´Îªº°jÂàºÏºÐ¤ù¤§¤º¦¨ªøªº¬õ¦â§Îª¬¡A¦Ó¥B¥Î¥Õ¦âªº¥ú¥ú½u³d½|¥L¡C µM«á¥Lªº·NÃѯd¤U¤F¥L¡C ·í¯ùºÐ¶i¤J©]±ß¤ÑªÅ¤§¤º®ø¥¢ªº®É­Ô,¨T¨®©M¾r¾p­û«O«ùªº¥þ³¡±q¤@¤j°ï¦Ç¹Ðªº¤½¸ô§j¡C



His heartbeat thumped loudly in his ears as he listened to the phone ring on the other end. Then the receiver was picked up and a woman's voice said, "Hello?" / ·í¥LÅ¥¨ì¹q¸Ü¦b¥t¤@ºÝ¤Wªº§Ù«ü®É­Ô¡A¥Lªº¤ß¸õ¤jÁn¦a¦b¥Lªº¦Õ¦·¤¤­«¥´¡C µM«á±µ¦¬¾¹³Q³vº¥«ì´_¡A¦Ó¥B¤k¤HªºÁn­µ»¡,"«¢Åo"?
"Mako," he said. / "Mako",¥L»¡¡C
"Getz! I was just leaving." In the distance he could hear keys jingling. "Can't wait to see you." / "Getz! §Ú¥¿¦b¶È¶ÈÂ÷¶}¡C" ¦b»»»·¤§³B¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì½Õ­µ§@¥m¾´Án¡C "µ¥¤£¤Î­n¨£§A" ¡C
"Me neither." / "§Ú¤]¬O".
"You really meant what you said last time?" Her voice turned sly. "I wasn't just imagining things, right?" / " §A¯uªº·N¿×§A¤W¦¸»¡ªº"? ¦oªºÁn­µÅܬ¾·âªº¡C "§Ú¤£¥¿¦b¶È¶È·Q¹³¨Æª«,¹ï¤£¹ï"?
"Would I do that to you?" / "§Ú±N·|°µ¨ºµ¹§A¶Ü"?
"You might. Listen, the more time I spend on the phone, the later I get there." "I know. I just wanted to confirm when we meet." / " §A¥i¯à¡C Å¥, §ó¦hªº®É¶¡§Ú¥´¹q¸Üªá¶O, ¤ñ¸û¿ð¤H§Ú¨ì¨ºùØ¡C""§Úª¾¹D¡C ·í§Ú­Ì¹J¨£ªº®É­Ô¡A§Ú­è­è·Q­n½T©w¡C"
"The Prince Hotel, two o' clock, right? Why aren't we meeting at your place?" / "¤ý¤l®ÈÀ],¤G o'®ÉÄÁ,Åv§Q? ¬°¤°»ò¦b§Aªº¦a¤è¤£¬O§Ú­Ì·|ij?"
He smiled fiendishly, his mouth quirking in a perfect imitation of Eric Getz's. "That's a surprise." / ¥L·L¯º¤F fiendishly ¡A¥Lªº¦b¦ã¤O§J Getz's ªº¤@­Ó§¹¬üªº¼Ò¥é¤¤©_¨Æ ªº¼L¡C "¨º¬O·N¥~" ¡C
"Looking forward to it, mister." / "´Á±æ¥¦,¥ý¥Í".
"Me too. Ride safely." / " §Ú¡A¤]¡C ¦w¥þ¦aÃM¡C"
"Love you." / "·R§A" ¡C
"You too." / " §A¡A¤]".
She hung up. / ¦o±¾Â_¡C
Richard Gant set down the receiver, took a deep breath and sighed. The agent sitting across the table shut off the tape recorder. "Nice job." / ²z¬d Gant ©ñ¤U±µ¦¬¾¹, §@¤F²`ªº©I§l¦Ó¥B¼Û®§¡C ¾î¹L§¤®à¤lªº¥N²z¤HÃö³¬¿ý­µ¾÷¡C "¬ü¦nªº¤u§@".
"It was a good thing she was in a hurry." Gant touched his throat. "The cutters did good work, but she would have twigged in a few more minutes." It still spooked him to look in a mirror and see another man's face, but Galactor's compensation was excellent, and the opportunity couldn't be missed. / " ¤@¥ó¦n¨Æª«ªº¬O¦o¥^¦£" ¡C Gant ¸IIJ¤F¥Lªº«|³ï¡C " µô°ÅªÌ°µ¤F¦n¤u§@¡A¦ý¬O¦o±N·|¦b¦A¹L´X¤ÀÄÁ¤º¤w¸gª`·N" ¡C ¥¦¤´µMÅåÀ~¤F¥L¶¶«K±´³X¤@­±Ãè¤l¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨£¥t¤@­Ó¨k¤HªºÁy¡A¦ý¬O Galactor's ªº¹S³Ò¬OÀu¨}ªº¡A¦Ó¥B¾÷·|¤£¥i¥H³Q¿ù¹L¡C
"We got what we need. The little bastard can't ditch us forever." / "§Ú­Ì±o¨ì¤F§Ú­Ì»Ý­nªº¡C ¤p¨p¥Í¤l¥Ã»·¦a¤£¯à©ß±ó§Ú­Ì¡C"
Gant smirked. "Sounds personal." / Gant ¼H¼H°µ¯º¡C "Å¥°_¨Ó­Ó¤H" ¡C
"I don't like being made to look like a fool. He's been running my men around the city for days, but we don't know where he's staying. This way we get a positive sighting and keep it until the orders come." / "§Ú¤£³ßÅw³Q°µ¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤@­Ó·M¤H¤@¼Ë¡C ¥L¤w¸g¦b«°¥«ªº©P³ò¶]§Úªº¨k¤Hªø¹F¼Æ¤Ñ¤§¤[¡A¦ý¬O§Ú­Ì¤£ª¾¹D¥L¥¿¦b°±¯dªº¦a¤è¡C ª½¨ì¦¸§Ç¨Ó¡A³o¼Ë§Ú­Ì±o¨ì¤@­Ó¿n·¥ªº¿h¨£¨Ã¥B«O¦s¥¦¡C"
"And Headquarters never knew." / "¦Ó¥BÁ`³¡±q¤£ª¾¹D" ¡C
"And never will." The other man's eyes met Gant's and narrowed menacingly. Gant's smirk widened. / " ¦Ó¥B±q¤£¨M·N". ¥t¤@­Ó¨k¤Hªº²´·ú«Â¯Ù¦a¸I¨ì¤F Gant's ¦Ó¥BÁY¤p¡C Gant's ªº¼H¼H¯ºÂX¤j¡C
"So when do we get rid of him?" / " ©Ò¥H§Ú­Ì¦ó®É§K°£¥L"?
"Depends on when the ISO wants you back. Til then I suggest you watch your step. Lots of sharks out here." / "·í°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´§â§A·Q­n¦^¨Óªº®É­Ô¡A¥õ¿à¡C ­J³ÂµM«á§Ú«Øij§A¬Ý§Aªº¨BÆJ¡C ³\¦hÃT³½¥X¦Û¦b³o¸Ì¡C"
Gant deliberately turned his back on the other man, moved to the window and lit a cigarette. Perhaps later, once he had gotten what he wanted out of the ISO stronghold and his accolades ran down, those threats would mean something. / ¬G·N¦aÂà¦b¥t¤@­Ó¤Wªº¥L­I³¡ªº Gant ¬°, °t³Æ¤H¤â²¾¨ìµ¡¤á¦Ó¥BÂI¿U¤F¤@®Ú­»·Ï¡C µy«á¤]³\¡A¤@¥¹¥L¤w¸g±o¨ì¥L©Ò·Q­nÂ÷ªº¡A°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´­n¶ë©M¥LªºªZ¤hÀï¦ìªº±Â¤©¶]¤U¨Ó,¨º¨Ç«Â¯Ù±N·|·N¿×¬Y¨Æ¡C



The intercom buzzed and a red light came on: top priority. Nambu picked up the telephone receiver and punched a combination into the keypad to complete the connection. "This is Nambu." / ¹ïÁ¿¾¹µo¥X¶ä¶äÁn¡A¦Ó¥B¤@­Ó¬õ¿Oµo¥Í : ¶W¶VÀu¥ýÅv¡C Nambu ±µ¸ü¹q¸Ü±µ¦¬¾¹¦Ó¥B¥H®±­«À»¤@­Ó²Õ¦X¶i«öÁä°Ï¤§¤º§¹¦¨³s±µ¡C "³o¬O Nambu" ¡C
"Professor." Chief Anderson's voice sounded old and very tired. / "±Ð±Â". ¥D­nªº¦w¼w»¹ªºÁn­µÅ¥°_¨Ó«Üªº©M«D±`¯h²Ö¡C
"Chokan. It's starting again." / "Chokan¡C ¥¦¦A¤@¦¸¶}©l¡C"
"Yes. The UN Security Council will convene at noon tomorrow. I would like you to attend." / "¬Oªº¡C Áp¦X°ê¦w¥þ²z¨Æ·|©ú¤Ñ¦b¤¤¤È±N¥l¶°¡C §Ú·Q­n§A°Ñ¥[¡C"
"Yes. I'll be there." / "¬Oªº¡C §Ú±N¦b¨º¸Ì¡C"
"Good. We need your advice now, more than ever." / "¦nªº¡C §Ú­Ì²{¦b»Ý­n§Aªº©¾§i, ¶W¹L´¿¸g¡C"
Anderson hung up. Nambu pressed the hook button, then pressed a red hotline button. "Julia, call back Eric Getz. If he arrives, watch him closely." He pressed the hook, then another button. "Chief Kamo." / ¦w¼w»¹±¾Â_¡C À£¹_«ö¶sªº Nambu,µM«á«ö¤F¤@­Ó¬õ¦âªº¼ö½u«ö¶s¡C "¯ü²ú¨È , ©I¥s¦^¦ã¤O§J Getz ¡C ¦pªG¥L¨ì¹F,ÄY±K¦a¬Ý¥L¡C"¥L«ö¤F¹_, µM«á¥t¤@­Ó«ö¶s¡C "¥D­nªº Kamo".
"Hakase." / "Hakase".
"What's the latest on Easton Island?" / "¦b Easton ®q¤Wªº³Ìªñ¬O¤°»ò"?
"Best contact we've had yet. Confirmed sightings of both the wreckage and Galactor soldiers on the beaches. Sir, I'm concerned that it might be a little too obvious." "I understand. Stand by on this." Nambu hung up and folded his hands on his desk, staring at the bank of viewscreens on the opposite wall of his office. He shared Kamo's concerns. After months of maddening secrecy, the enemy operation could be intended as a snare. But the UN would leave him no choice. / "§Ú­Ì¤w¸g¤´µM¦³ªº³Ì¦n³sµ¸¡C ½T»{¤F¦b®üÅy¤Wªº´Ý¾l©M Galactor ­x¤H¨âªÌªº¿h¨£¡C ¥ý¥Í,§Ú³Q±¾¼{¥¦¥i¯à¦³ÂI¨à©úÅã¡C""§Ú¤F¸Ñ¡C ¦b³o¤§¤W¯¸¦b®Ç¡C"Nambu ±¾Â_¨Ã¥BºPÅ|¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à¤Wªº¥L¤â,¨nµÛ¦b¥Lªº¿ì¤½«Çªº¬Û¤ÏÀð¾À¤Wªº viewscreens ªº»È¦æ¬Ý¡C ¥L¤À¨É¤F Kamo's ªºÃö¤ß¡C ¦b¼Æ­Ó¤ëªº¥O¤Hµo¨gªº¯µ±K¤§«á¡A¼Ä¤H¤â³N¥i¯à¬O¦³·Nªº¦p¤@­Ó³´¨À¡C ¦ý¬OÁp¦X°ê±N·|¯d¤U¥L¨S¦³¿ï¾Ü¡C

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