The River Divided / ªe¤À¶}
Part One / ¤À¶}¤@
An Out of the Shadows/Scavengers crossover by Wendy Dinsmore and Jane
Lebak / ¤@±q¼v¹³/ ²M¹D¥íÂà½u¸ôÂǵ۷Ÿ¦ Dinsmore ©M¬Ã Lebak
While the New GodPhoenix flew a grid pattern over their latest target,
Ken kept his eyes on the monitors. After only a few weeks' work and only
one mission with this new, clunky craft, he'd begun to acclimate himself
to the different layout on the control panel. Almost without thought,
he adjusted a knob to zoom in on one of the features of the semi-barren
landscape. / ·sªº GodPhoenix ¸¤F¦b¥L̷̳s¥Ø¼Ð¤Wªº¤@Ó®æ¤l¨å«¬¡A¤£¹LªÖ®¦«O«ù¤F¦bºÊµø¾¹¤Wªº¥L²´·ú¡C ¦b¥u¦³¤§«á©M·sªº,
²Â«ªº¸¾÷¼ÆÓ¬P´Áªº¤u§@©M¥u¦³¤@Ó¥ô°È,¥L¤w¸g¶}©l¨Ï¥L¦Û¤v¾AÀ³·sÀô¹Ò¨ì¦b±±¨î»ö¿öªO¤Wªº¤£¦P¦a±°Ï¹º¡C ´X¥G¨S¦³·Qªk¡A¥L½Õ¾ã¤F¤@Ó§â¤âÁY©ñ¦b¥b-
¤£¨|ªº·´º¯S¼x¤§¤@¤W¡C
Jinpei said, "How come they didn't just send out somebody's air force
instead of us? Anybody could do this." / Jinpei »¡,"¬°¤°»ò¥L̨S¶È¶È¥N´À§ÚÌ°e¥X¬Y¤HªÅx¶Ü?
¥ô¦ó¤H¥i¥H°µ³o¡C"
"Jinpei!" Jun's voice had a whip-like sharpness, and from the
corner of his eye Ken saw Jinpei sit up straight in his chair. "For
the fifth time, we know you dislike recon. Don't you think we'd all rather
be doing something more valuable with our time?" / "Jinpei"!
¤»¤ëªºÁnµ¦³¤F¤@Ó¹³Ã@¤@¼Ëªº¾U§Q, ¦Ó¥B±q¥Lªº²´·úªÖ®¦¿÷¤l Jinpei ªº¨¤¸¨¦b¥Lªº´È¤l¤¤§¤ª½¡C "¹ï©ó²Ä¤¦¸¡A§Ú̪¾¹D§A°Q¹½
reconnaissance ªºÂ²ÁY¦r¡C §A¨S»{¬°§ÚÌ¥þ³¡±N·|¹ç¥i¹ï§Ú̪º®É¶¡°µ§ó¦³»ùȪºªF¦è¶Ü?"
Ken said nothing. Jun hadn't strung together as many words at any other
point so far this mission--well, what of a mission they performed, taking
photographs and electromagnetic readings of a suspected Gallactor base
in a desolate part of South America. The only one who didn't seem to share
Jinpei's restlessness was Ryu, still struggling to pilot the New GodPhoenix
with the finesse he'd had over the older model. / ªÖ®¦¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¡C ¤»¤ë¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î¦b¥ô¦ó¨ä¥LªºÂI¨S¦³¤@°_®¹²Ï©M¦r¤@¼Ë¦hªº³o¤@Ó¥ô°È--«Ü¦n¦a,
¤°»ò¤@Ó¥ô°È¥L̪í²{, ·Ó¥iºÃªº Gallactor ªº¬Û¤ù©M¹qºÏªº¾\Ū¦b«n¬ü¬wªº¤@Ó¯î²Dªº³¡¥÷¤¤§@°ò¦¡C ¦ü¥G¤£¤À¨É Jinpei's ªº¤£¦wÀRªº°ß¤@¬O
Ryu, µM¦Ó¾Ä°«¥Î¥L¦³¦b¸û¦~ªøªº¼Ò«¬¤§¤W¦³ªººë±K§Þ¥©»â¯è·sªº GodPhoenix¡C
Ken glanced at the empty chair behind him to his left. He swallowed hard
and looked again at his monitor. / ªÖ®¦ª`µø¹ï¥Lªº¥ªÃä¦b¥L«á±ªºªÅ´È¤l¡C ¥L§V¤O¦a§]¦Ó¥B¦A¤@¦¸¬Ý¥LªººÊµø¾¹¡C
"Passing through the hot zone," Ryu said. "This is as close
as we get to the target area." / ³q¹L¼öªº¦a°ì,Ryu »¡¡C " ³o¬O¹³§Ų́ì¹F¥Ø¼Ð°Ï°ì¤@¼Ëªº±µªñ"
¡C
As Ken zoomed in his camera, he wondered briefly about basketball, and
about Joe. An odd combination--Joe had never cared much for sports that
didn't involve machines, and Ken couldn't even remember the last time
he'd seen a basketball game. He asked, "Jun, do we have any EM readings?"
/ ·íªÖ®¦¦b¥Lªº¬Û¾÷¤¤ÁY©ñªº®ÉÔ,¥L²µu¦aÃö©óÄx²yÃhºÃ, ©MÃö©ó³ìªº¨Æ¡C ¤@Ó©_¼Æªº²Õ¦X--³ì±q¥¼¦h¬°¨S¦³¥]¬A¾÷¾¹ªº¹B°ÊÃö¤ß¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¤£¥i¥H¬Æ¦Ü°O±o¥L¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¤@³õÄx²y¤ñÁɪº³Ì«á¤@¦¸¡C
¥L°Ý,"¤»¤ë,§Ú̦³¥ô¦óªº EM ¾\Ū¶Ü"?
"The same we've had for the last half hour." He wondered how
she managed to create sentences that sounded angry while not having any
inflection. "No, wait--I'm picking up some sort of high frequency
broadcast with waves generated from forty to sixty gigahertz." /
" ¤@¼Ëªº§Ṳ́w¸g¬°«á¥b³¡¦³¤p®É". ¥LÃhºÃ¤F¦o¦p¦ó³]ªk³Ð³y¤£Å¥¤F¥Í®ðªº¤@·|¨à¦³¥ô¦óªº©}¦±¥y¤l¡C "¤£,µ¥Ô--§Ú¥¿¦b¥H±q¥|¤Q¨ì¤»¤QÓ¤Q¸U¸U»®³Q²£¥Íªºªi®ö¬B°_°ªÀW²v¼s¼½ªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬".
Ken saw Joe out of the corner of his eye, eagerly staring at a monitor,
standing near it with clenched fists and brilliant eyes. He almost said
something, but when he turned his head to look directly, the image vanished.
/ ªÖ®¦±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨¬Ý¨£³ì,¼ö¤ß¦a¨nµÛ¤@Ӻʵø¾¹¬Ý¡A¥Hºò´¤ªº®±ÀY©MÀéÄꪺ²´·ú¦b¥¦ªºªþªñ¯¸¥ß¡C ¥L´X¥G»¡¤F¬Y¨Æ¡A¦ý¬O·í¥LÂà¦V¤F¥LªºÀYª½±µ¦a¬Ýªº®ÉÔ,¼v¹³®ø¥¢¡C
Ken's heart pounded. He'd broken into a sweat. / ªÖ®¦ªº¤ß±j¯P¥´À»¡C ¥L¤w¸gÂô¤J¦½¡C
Jinpei said, "The computer systems are going haywire! I have to shut
down--" / Jinpei »¡,"¹q¸£¨t²Î¬OÅÜ°¨°¨ªêªê! §Ú¥²¶·Ãö³¬ --"
Ryu said, "I think we passed through some sort of defensive field.
All our instruments are out of whack!" / Ryu »¡,"§Ú»{¬°§Ú̳q¹L¨¾¿mªº»â°ì¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬¡C
§ÚÌ©Ò¦³ªº¤u¨ã¶W¥X«À»!"
"Ryu, get us out of here," Ken said. "Jun, get Dr. Nambu
on the monitor. Let him know we're turning for home." / "Ryu,§â§ÚÌ»°¥X³o¸Ì",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C
"¤»¤ë,ª§¨ú¦bºÊµø¾¹¤Wªº Nambu ³Õ¤h¡C Åý¥Lª¾¹D§ÚÌ¥¿¦b¬°®aÂà¡C"
Beside him, Joe's image turned to him and said something he couldn't hear,
then looked back at whatever it was watching. In the act of turning toward
Joe to dispel the mirage again, Ken felt a sudden burning in his throat
and stomach, and in an abrupt lurch, the world went white. / ¦b¥L®ÇÃä¡A³ìªº¼v¹³¨D§U©ó¥L¦Ó¥B»¡¤F¬Y¨Æ¡A¥L¤£¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì,
µM«á¦^¬Ý¥ô¦ó¥¦¥¿¦b¬Ý¡C ¦b¹ï©ó³ìÂà¦A¤@¦¸ÅX´²®ü¥«¸Â¼Óªº¦æ¬°¤¤¡AªÖ®¦·Pı¤F¥Lªº«|³ï©MGªº¬ðµM¿N¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¤@Ó¬ðµMªººG±Ñ¤¤¡A¥@¬ÉÅÜ¥Õ¦â¡C
---
"Right during the middle of the NBA finals..." / "¦b¥þ¬üÄx²y¨ó·|µ²§½ªº¤¤¥¡®ÉÔªºÅv§Q¡C¡C¡C"
Ignoring Jason, Mark concluded his report over the monitor to Chief Anderson.
With a smile, the Chief glanced off to the side momentarily, then said,
"Utah by four." / ¤£²z¸B³Ç¥Í , °¨§JÁ`µ²¤F¨ì¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹ªº¦bºÊµø¾¹¤Wªº¥L³ø§i¡C ÂǥѤ@Ó·L¯º¡A³Q¼È®É¦a¨«¶}¿h°{¨ìÃ䪺»â³S,µM«á»¡,"
µS¥L¦{¥|ÂI¤§«e".
"Blast!" Jason walked to the back of the cockpit, then forward
again. "Tiny!" / "ºR´Ý"! ³Ç¥Í¨«¸ô¥h¾r¾pû®y¿µªºI±,µM«á¦A¤@¦¸¦V«e¦a¡C "·¥¤pªº"!
"You think I'm not hurrying?" / "§A»{¬°§Ú¨S¦³¦b¶Ê«P"?
"They do this deliberately," Jason said. "They knew it
would probably be Michael Jordan's last game of his career, so Spectra
goes and blows up West Cupcake National Park or whatever that no one's
going to notice ever, and it's probably just to keep us from seeing the
game." / "¥L̬G·N¦a°µ³o",³Ç¥Í»¡¡C " ¥L̪¾¹D¡A¥¦±N·|¥i¯à¬O¥Lªº¨Æ·~³Á¥i¡E³ìµnªº³Ì«á¤ñÁÉ¡A¦]¦¹¡AÀWÃж]¦Ó¥B¬µ·´ªM§Î»æ°ê®a¤½¶é¦è³¡©Î¥ô¦óªº¨S¦³¤H¥h´¿¸gª`·N,¦Ó¥B¥¦¬O¥i¯à¥u¬O¨Ï§Ṳ́£¬Ý¨£¤ñÁÉ".
Princess rolled her eyes, then adjusted her stance as Tiny accelerated.
"Guys, keep it safe. Safe! No game is worth this." / ¤½¥D±²¤F¦oªº²´·ú,
µM«á½Õ¾ã¦oªººA«×·í°µ·¥¤pªº¥[³t¡C "³Ã¥ë,«O¦s¥¦«OÀI½c¡C «OÀI½c! ¨S¦³¤ñÁɬO»ùȳo¡C"
"Shows what she knows," Keyop said. / " ªíºt¦oª¾¹D¤°»ò",Keyop
»¡¡C
Mark fought a smile as he met the Chief's eyes. Behind him, Jason made
an imaginary twenty foot jump shot and a swooshing sound. "Next season,
guys, just call me Air Jason." / ·í¥L¹J¨£¤F»â³Sªº²´·ú®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J¥´¥M¤F¤@Ó·L¯º¡C ¦b¥L«á±¡A³Ç¥Íµo¥X¤F¤@Ó·Q¹³ªº¤G¤QÓ§`¸õ§ë©M¤@ºØ«¦¤@ÁnÁnµ¡C
"¤UÓ©u¸`¡A³Ã¥ë,¶È¶ÈºÙ§Ú¬°³Ç¥Í¯èªÅ" ¡C
Tiny muttered, "Air Head." Keyop sputtered a laugh as Jason
glared at the pilot. / ·¥¤pªº³ä³ä¦Û»y,"ÀY¯èªÅ". ·í³Ç¥Í¦b¸¦æûµo¯t¥úªº®ÉÔ¡A Keyop ¸Âq³èªj¤F¤@Án¯º¡C
"Chicago just took a two minute time-out." Chief Anderson gave
Jason a smile. "You can relax for a moment--you're only missing a
commercial." / " ªÛ¥[ôèèªá¤F¤@¤GÓ·L¤pªº¼È°±" ¡C ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹µ¹¤©¤F³Ç¥Í¤@Ó·L¯º¡C "§A¯à©ñÃP¤@·|¨à--
§A¥¿¦b¥u¦³¥¢¥h¤@°Ó·~ªº".
"Sometimes the commercials are the best part," said Princess.
/ "¦³®É°Ó·~ªÌ¬O³Ì¦nªº³¡¥÷", ¤½¥D»¡¡C
Jason started to sing off-key, "Sometimes I dream, that he is me..."
/ ³Ç¥Í¶}©l°Û¨«¶}ªº,"¦³®É§Ú°µ¹Ú, ¥L¬O§Ú¡C¡C¡C"
Tiny and Keyop joined in, "You've got to see that's how I dream to
be," and Tiny did the "Bom-ba-bom-ba-bom." The three of
them continued, "I dream I move, I dream I groove--" and while
Tiny and Keyop sang, "Like Mike!", Jason sang, "Like Mark!"
/ ·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B Keyop ¥[¤J," §A¥²¶·¬Ý¨£¨º¬O§Ú°µ¹Ú·íªº¤è¦¡", ©M·¥¤pªº°µ¨º "Bom-ba-bom-ba-bom".
¥L̤¤ªº¤TÓÄ~Äò,"§Ú°µ¹Ú§Ú²¾°Ê,§Ú°µ¹Ú§Ú¥W¼Ñ--" ¦Ó¥B·í·¥¤pªº®ÉÔ¦Ó¥B Keyop °Û ",¬Û¦üªº³Á¥i"!,³Ç¥Í°Û,"¬Û¦üªº°¨§J"!
Mark rolled his eyes, and when Keyop burst out laughing, Tiny and Jason
kept singing, "If I could be like Mark! If I, if I could be like
Mark, like Mark, if I could be like Mark!" / °¨§J±²¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡A¦Ó¥B·í Keyop Ãzµõ¥X¯ºµÛªº,
·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í«O«ù¤Fºq°Û,"¦pªG§Ú¥i¯à¹³°¨§J! ¦pªG§Ú, ¦pªG§Ú¥i¯à¹³°¨§J, ¹³°¨§J,¦pªG§Ú¥i¯à¹³°¨§J!"
Mark got out of his chair long enough to give Jason a good hard shove
into the back wall of the cockpit, but Jason was laughing too much to
really notice. Mark looked at the Chief on the monitor. / °¨§JÂ÷¶}¤F¥Lªº´È¤lªøªº¥R¨¬¶i¤J¾r¾pû®y¿µªº«á±Àð¾À¤§¤ºµ¹³Ç¥Í¦nÃøªº±À¡A¦ý¬O³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b¯º¤Ó¦h¯uªºª`·N¡C
°¨§J¬Ý¦bºÊµø¾¹¤Wªº»â³S¡C
The Chief drawled, "I'm not gonna sing." / »â³SÃi¬v¬v¦a»¡,"§Ú¤£±N°Û"
¡C
Jason, Tiny and Keyop broke apart laughing again. Keyop giggled, "Larry
Bird-style!" / ³Ç¥Í, ·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B Keyop ¤À§O¦aÂ_±¼¦A¤@¦¸¯º¡C Keyop ¦Y¦Y¦a¯º,"©Ô¨½³¾-·®æ"!
"Yeah, yeah..." Mark shook his head as he made his way back
to his seat. "What's our ETA?" / "¬Oªº,¬O¡C¡C¡C"·í¥L§â¥Lªº¤èªk»s³y¦^¥Lªº®y¦ì®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J·nÀY¡C
"§Ú̪º§Æþ»y¦r¥Àªº²Ä¤C¦r¬O¤°»ò"?
"It'll be a few minutes more," the Chief said. "Chicago's
down by six. I'll debrief you after the game." / "¥¦±N¬O¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ§ó¦h",»â³S»¡¡C
"¤»ÂI¤§«e¤U¨ÓªºªÛ¥[ô¡C §Ú¦b¤ñÁɤ§«á±NÅ¥¨ú³ø§i§A¡C"
Jason ran from the Phoenix after it docked, shouting, "No one detransmute--you
know how that screws up the HDTV for ten minutes, and if I miss even a
single second because of one of you nitwits going and..." His voice
faded the further he got away. Keyop and Tiny were after him. Princess
said, "Only heaven knows why we needed an HDTV in the first place,
so we could count every bead of sweat on Karl Malone's face--" and
then found herself alone. After a second's hesitation, Mark had raced
down the hall to the TV room as well. / ¦b¥¦°±ªy¤§«á¡A³Ç¥Í±q»ñ°Ä«°¶],©I³Û," ¨S¦³¤H detransmute--
§Aª¾¹D¦p¦óÁ³µ·°v¦b°ª¸ÑªR«×¹qµø¤W±¤Q¤ÀÄÁ¥H¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¦pªG§Ú¬Æ¦Ü¦]¬°§Aªº¨ä¤¤¤§¤@¿ù¹L¤@Ó¿W¨ªÌ¬í²Â¤H¥h©M¡C¡C¡C" ¥LªºÁnµ¤w¿Æ¦âªº¤ñ¸û¶i¤@¨B¤H¥L°kÂ÷¡C
Keyop ©M·¥¤pªº¦b¥L¤§«á¡C ¤½¥D»¡,"°ß¤@ªº¤Ñ°óª¾¹D§Ú̬°¤°»òº¥ý»Ýn¤F¤@Ó°ª¸ÑªR«×¹qµø¡A¦]¦¹¡A§ÚÌ¥i¥Hpºâ¦b¥dº¸°¨¶©ªºÁy¤W¦½¨CÓ¯]¤l--"
µM«á¿W¦Û¦aµo²{¦o¦Û¤v¡C ¦b¬íªº¼È°±¤§«á¡A°¨§J¤w¸g¤]¤ñÁɤU¨Ó¨ì¹qµø©Ð¶¡ªºªùÆU¡C
Right in front of the TV, Jason stood breathing deeply. "Oh, this
must have been a barn-burner...yes!" Mark took a seat at the end
of the couch. Jason turned to him, eyes bright. "Utah by three--that's
the closest Chicago's gotten all quarter, but there's only 53 seconds
left." / ¥¿½T¦a¦b¹qµø¤§«e¡A³Ç¥Í²`²`¦a¯¸µÛ¤F©I§l¡C "®@,³o¤@©wn¤w¸g¬O¤@¶¡½\Ü-¤õÄl¡C¡C¡C¬Oªº!"°¨§J¦bªø´Èµ²§ôªº®ÉÔ§¤¡C
³Ç¥Í¨D§U©ó¥L, ©ú«Gªº²´·ú¡C " µS¥L¦{¤TÂI¤§«e-- þ¤@¬O¦b¾ã¥|¤À¤§¤@³Q±o¨ìªº³Ì¾aªñªºªÛ¥[ôªº, ¦ý¬O³Ñ¤U¥u¦³ 53 ¬í".
Mark leaned forward. Jason had taken a seat on the left arm of the couch
while Tiny and Keyop stood behind the couch on his either side. Princess
slipped into the TV room as well. No one said anything as Chicago grabbed
the ball and handed it off to Jordan, who scored. "Do it do it do
it," Jason was murmuring while Keyop and Tiny high-fived one another.
Utah raced down the court, passing to Karl Malone, who turned with the
ball only to have it stripped from him by Michael Jordan. / °¨§J¦V«e¦aʾa¡C ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¦bªø´Èªº¥ª¤âÁu¤W§¤·í·¥¤pªº®ÉÔ¦Ó¥B
Keyop ¦b¥Lªº¥ô¤@Ãä¤Wªºªø´È«á±¯¸¥ß¡C ¤½¥D¤]¶i¤J¹qµø¤§¤º·Æ˩ж¡¡C ·íªÛ¥[ô¨«¶}¹ï³ìµn§ì¨ú¤F²y¦Ó¥B¶Ç»¼¤F¥¦ªº®ÉÔ¡A¨S¦³¤H»¡¤F¥ô¦ó¨Æ,³ìµn±o¤À¡C
" ¥¦°µ¥¦°µ¥¦", ³Ç¥Í¬O murmuring ·í Keyop ©M·¥¤pªº°ª«×¤ªº©¼¦¹®ÉÔ¡C µS¥L¦{ªuªk°|¦V¤U¤ñÁÉ,¶Çµ¹¥dº¸°¨¶©,
°¨¶©¥H²y¤£®Æ³º·|Âà¦V±q¥LÂǵ۳Á¥i¡E³ìµn°£¥h¥¦¡C
Jason was screaming, "He stripped the ball! He stripped the ball!"
/ ³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b¦y¥s,"¥L°£¥h¤F²y! ¥L°£¥h¤F²y!"
Mark suddenly bent forward in a painful flash, hands covering his nose
and mouth. / ¦V«eªº¦bµhWªº°{¥ú¤¤ªº¬ðµMÅs¦±ªº°¨§J,¶Ç»¼¥]§tªº¥L»ó¤l©M¼L¡C
Jason was standing on the couch, his raised hands in fists. "You
didn't watch who was double teaming you--YES!" He started jumping
up and down on the couch. "Look at that! Look at that--a perfect
fake for the seventeen footer! They're gonna do it! They're gonna go all
the way!" / ³Ç¥Í¬O¯¸¦bªø´È¤W,¥LªºÁ|°_®±ÀYªº¤â¡C "§A¨S¦³¬ÝÁp¦¨¤@²Õ§A ªº¥[¿¬O½Ö--¬Oªº"! ¥L¶}©l¦bªø´È¤W¤W¤U¦a¸õÅD¡C
"¬Ý¨º! ¬Ý¨º-- §¹¬üªº°²³f¹ï©ó¤Q¤C§`! ¥ḺNn°µ¥¦! ¥ḺNn¥h©Ò¦³ªº¤èªk!"
Tiny and Keyop were screaming as well, and Jason pumped the air with his
fists, then turned to Mark. "They did it! The man's a basketball
god! They did it!" / ·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B Keyop ¥¿¦b¤]¦y¥s¡A¦Ó¥B³Q¥Î¥Lªº®±ÀY¥Î®Aµ©©â¤ôªÅ®ðªº³Ç¥Í,µM«á¨D§U©ó°¨§J¡C
"¥LÌ°µ¤F¥¦! ¨k¤Hªº¤@ÓÄx²y¯«! ¥LÌ°µ¤F¥¦!"
The figure on the couch raised his head, and suddenly all three boys stopped
celebrating Chicago's sixth NBA title. He wore Mark's uniform and sat
where Mark had been, and he even looked like Mark, but they knew in an
instant it wasn't him at all. / ¦bªø´È¤Wªº¼Æ¦r©ï°_¤F¥LªºÀY¡A¦Ó¥B¬ðµM©Ò¦³¤TÓ¨k«Ä°±¤î¼y¯¬ªÛ¥[ôªº²Ä¤»Ó¥þ¬üÄx²y¨ó·|¦WºÙ¡C
¥L¬ïµÛ¤F°¨§Jªº¨îªA¦Ó¥B§¤µÛ¦bþ¸Ì°¨§J¦³¬O, ¦Ó¥B¥L¬Æ¦Ü¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³°¨§J¤@¼Ë¡A¦ý¬O¥LÌ°¨¤Wª¾¹D¥¦¤@ÂI¤]¤£¥L¡C
---
Mark kept his hands over his face for several moments until the pain subsided,
and when he looked up, he startled and pressed back into his chair. /
°¨§J«O«ù¤F¦b¥LªºÁy¤W¥L¤â¦n´X¤ù¨èª½¨ì¥®§ªºµhW¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¬Ý¦b,¤W±¥L¾_Åå¨Ã¥BÀ£¶iªð¦^¥Lªº´È¤l¡C
Where am I? / §Ú¦bþ¸Ì?
There was no NBA game, no Jason shouting at the television, no Tiny and
Keyop high-fiving one another. Instead he found himself in a cavernous,
ornate cockpit, with Chief Anderson on the monitor--only the Chief wasn't
speaking with his own voice. Mark's eyes darted to the side--Tiny sat
in the pilot's chair, but he looked older. He had a different holster
on his uniform. / ¨S¦³¥þ¬üÄx²y¨ó·|¤ñÁÉ , ¨S¦³¦b¹qµø©I³Û ªº³Ç¥Í, ¨S¦³·¥¤pªº©M Keyop °ª«×- ¤©¼¦¹¡C §ï¬°¥L¦b¤@Ó¦ü¥¨¥Þªº,
¸Ë¹¢ªº¾r¾pû®y¿µ¤¤µo²{¥L¦Û¤v,ÂǥѦbºÊµø¾¹¤Wªº¥Dn¦w¼w»¹--¥u¦³»â³S¨S¦³¦b¥H¥L¦Û¤vªºÁnµ»¡¡C °¨§Jªº²´·ú§ë®g¨ìÃä-- ·¥¤pªº¦b¸¦æûªº´È¤l¤¤§¤,¦ý¬O¥LÅܱo¤ñ¸û¦~ªø¡C
¥L¦³¤F¦b¥Lªº¨îªA¤Wªº¤@Ó¤£¦Pªº¥Ö®M¡C
"Ken!" a high pitched voice said, "You're bleeding!"
/ "ªÖ®¦"! ¤@Ó³Q²Ï¨cÁnµªº°ª«×»¡,"§A¥¿¦b¥X¦å"!
Mark hesitated as Princess--only older, with that higher, softer voice--rushed
up to him and looked at him. Ken? Mark could feel it, though--he had a
nosebleed, and no one else in the cockpit did, effectively making him
Ken for now. The woman in the Swan birdstyle virtually pulled him from
his chair, and he followed her to the rear of the cockpit where she thrust
him some gauze pads from a first aid kit. Mark pressed them to his nose
and mouth and bent his head forward. / °¨§JµS¿Ý¦p¤½¥D--°ß¤@ªº¸ê²`ªÌ, ¥Ñ©ó¨º§ó°ª¦a,¸û³nªºÁnµ--
¶Ê«P¥Ñ¥L¨M©w¦Ó¥B¬Ý¥L¡C ªÖ®¦? ¦ý¬O,°¨§J¥i¥H·Pı¥¦--¥L¦³¤F¤@Ó»ó¦å¡A¦Ó¥B¨S¦³¤H§Oªº¦b¾r¾pû®y¿µ¤¤°µ,¦³®Ä¦a¬°²{¦b¨Ï¥L¦¨¬°ªÖ®¦¡C ¤ÑÃZ birdstyle
ªº¤k¤H¨Æ¹ê¤W±q¥Lªº´È¤l©Ô¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¸òÀH¤F¦o¨ì¦o´¡¤J¥L¤@¨ÇÁ¡¯½¨Ó¦Û«æ±Ï°t®Mªº¶ñ¸É¾r¾pû®y¿µªº«á±¡C °¨§J¦V«e¦aÀ£¶i¥L̨ì¥Lªº»ó¤l©M¼L¦Ó¥BÅs¦±¤F¥LªºÀY¡C
They all look older--they all sound different--they're calling me Ken.
This isn't the Phoenix. Mark kept his head down and tried to breathe deeply
and get his thoughts collected. He had about five seconds until he'd have
to either raise his head or speak, at which point these others would realize
something had happened. / ¥LÌ¥þ³¡Åܱo¤ñ¸û¦~ªø-- ¥LÌ©Ò¦³ªº°·¥þ¤£¦Pªº--¥LÌ¥¿¦bºÙ§Ú¬°ªÖ®¦¡C ³o¤£¬O»ñ°Ä«°¡C
°¨§JÁקK¦MÀI©Î¤À¤ß¦Ó¥B¸ÕµÛ²`²`¦a©I§l¦Ó¥BÅý¥Lªº·Qªk³Q¦¬¶°¡C ¥L¦³¤j¬ù¤¬íª½¨ì¥L¦³¥²¶·©Î©ï°_¥LªºÀY©Î»¡, ¦bÂI³o¨Ç¨ä¥¦±N·|¤F¸Ñ¬Y¨Æ¤w¸gµo¥Í¡C
"Aniki?" Mark identified this voice as younger than the others--the
boots that showed up at the edge of his vision were Keyop's dark ones.
"What's up?" / "Aniki"? °¨§J¶W¹L¨ä¾lªÌ½T»{³o¤@ºØÁnµ¬°¦~¬ö¸û¤pªÌ--¦b¥Lªºµø³¥Ãä½t¥X²{ªºªø¹u¬O
Keyop's ªº¶Â·t¤@¨Ç¡C " ¤°»ò¦V¤W"?
The woman said, "Leave him alone. He's hurt." / ¤k¤H»¡,"§OºÞ¥L¡C
¥L¬O¶Ë®`¡C"
"Huh?" the kid's voice said. "What happened, Aniki?"
/ "ó!"? ¤p«ÄªºÁnµ»¡¡C "µo¥Í,Aniki"?
There was no fifth person in the cockpit. / ¨S¦³¾r¾pû®y¿µªº²Ä¤Ó¤H¡C
Mark took another deep breath, then raised his head and stood facing the
rest of the team. He removed his helmet and looked around at the other
three, who clearly appeared as shocked as he was. / °¨§J§@¤F¥t¥~²`ªº©I§l, µM«á©ï°_¥LªºÀY¦Ó¥B¯¸µÛ±¹ï¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¡C
¥L¦b¥t¥~¤T²¾¨«¤F¥Lªº¿û²¯¦Ó¥B¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý, ·í·í¥L¬O¡A¾_°Ê¡A²M·¡¦a¥X²{¡C
---
When his vision finally cleared, Ken felt something warm trickle down
his face. With one gloved hand he touched his upper lip and his fingers
came away bloody, just as he suspected. The sudden, blinding headache
had struck without warning and now that it had faded, he felt sick, chilled
all over despite the protection of his birdstyle. / ·í³Ì«á²M°£ªº¥Lµø³¥,ªÖ®¦·Pı¤F·Å·xªºªF¦èºw¤U¨Ó¥LªºÁy¡C
ÂǥѤ@°¦³Q¤â®Mªº¤â¥L¸IIJ¤F¥Lªº¤W¼L®B¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¤â«ü¨ÓÂ÷¶}¦å¸{,¥¿¦p¥L²q·Q¡C ¬ðµMªº, ¨Ï¤H¯t¥ØªºÀYµh¤£»Ýnĵ§i´N¤w¸g¥´¦Ó¥B¬JµM¥¦¦³¤w¿Æ¦âªº,¥Lı±o¤£µÎªA,
¤w§Nªº¤£¦b¥G¥Lªº birdstyle ªº«OÅ@¨ì³B¡C
What happened? Where am I? / µo¥Í¤°»ò¨Æ? §Ú¦bþ¸Ì?
Instead of the command center of the New GodPhoenix, he found himself
seated on a couch in what appeared to be someone's living room, in front
of a television that blared the results of a basketball game and the cheers
of an approving crowd. He frowned, eyes narrowed. At least the others
were here with him. With his head still down he could see the edges of
Jun's mantle to his right. And to his left, the deep blue feathers of
the Condor. / ¥N´À·sªº GodPhoenix ªº«ü¥O¤¤¤ß¡A¥L¦b¦ü¥G¬O¬Y¤Hªº«ÈÆUªF¦è¦b¤@Óªø´È¤Wµo²{¥L¦Û¤v³Q§¤,¦b¤@¥x°ªÁn»ï¥s¤F¤@³õÄx²y¤ñÁɪºµ²ªG¡A©M°ªÁn»ï¥s¤Fº¡·Nªº¸s²³´r§Öªº¹qµø¤§«e¡C
¥L½K¬ÜÀY,²´·úÁY¤p¡C ¦Ü¤Ö¨ä¾lªÌ©M¥L¦b³o¸Ì¡C ÂǥѥLªºÀY¤´µM¤U¨Ó¥L¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¹ï¥LªºÅv§Q¤»¤ëªº¦a²[Ãä½t¡C ¦Ó¥B¨ì¥Lªº¥ªÃä,¨rÆNªº²`ÂŦ⪺¦Ð¤ò¡C
Joe? / ³ì?
Ken gasped and his shoulders jerked. He could feel his heart slamming
against his ribcage, a deep pit dropping though his stomach. His head
snapped up, and with huge eyes, he stared at the man sitting beside him.
/ ªÖ®¦³Ý®ð¡A¦Ó¥B¥LªºªÓµjÅË¡C ¥L¥i¥H·Pı¥Lªº²rµMÃö¤W¹ï§Ü¥Lªº ribcageªº¤ß¡A¤@Ó°§C ªº²`²`§|ÁöµM¥LªºG¡C ¥LªºÀY·m¥ý§Ë¨ì¤â¡A¦Ó¥B¥Ñ©ó·¥¤jªº²´·ú¡A¥L¨nµÛ¨k¤H¦b¥L®ÇÃ䪺®y¦ì¦w±Æ¬Ý¡C
The man stared back, startled. Sharp eyes glowed with unmistakable familiarity
through the deep violet grey of his visor. The Condor. It was him. It
had to be! Ken lunged forward and grabbed his shoulders with both hands,
expecting the apparition to vanish in smoke, but Ken's hands clutched
solid flesh and bone, muscles taut. / ¨k¤H¦V«á¦aª`µø,¾_Åå¡C ¾U§Qªº²´·ú¥H©úÅ㪺¿Ë±K¸g¹L¥Lªº±ÀU²`µµÃ¹Äõ¦âªº¦Ç¦âµo¬õ¥ú¡C
¨rÆN¡C ¬O¥L¡C ¥¦¥²¶·¬O! ¦V«eªº¨Ã¥B¥Î¨â°¦¤â§ì¨ú¥LªºªÓ¦³ªÍªºªÖ®¦, ´Á«Ý°¦b·Ï¤¤®ø¥¢,¦ý¬OªÖ®¦ªº¤â§ì¨c¤F°íµwªº¦×©M°©ÀY¡A©Ôºòªº¦Ù¦×¡C
"Joe?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "How is this possible?
How can you be here?" / "³ì"? ¥LªºÁnµ°§C¨ì¦Õ»y¡C "³o¦p¦ó¥i¯àªº? §A¦p¦ó¯à¦b³o¸Ì?"
"Hey!" The apparition jerked back, glaring at Ken with confusion
and a little bit of annoyance. Ken startled at the wrongness of his voice,
not Joe's baritone at all. From a closer vantage point, Ken found other
differences: his face was too rounded, too young to be Joe, and now that
he took the time to really look, the young man carried himself differently
too. / "¶Ù"! °¦V«á¦aµjÅË, °{Ä£ªº¦bªÖ®¦¥H²V¶Ã©M¤@ÂI·Ð´o¡C ªÖ®¦¦b¥LªºÁnµ¿ù»~¾_Åå,¤@ÂI¤]¤£³ìªº¨k¤¤µ¡C ±q¤@Ó¸û¾aªñªºÆ[ÂI¡AªÖ®¦µo²{¨ä¥Lªº¤£¦P:
¥LªºÁy¤Ó¶ê§Î, ¤Ó¦~»´¦ÓµLªk¬O³ì,¦Ó¥B¬JµM¥Lªá®ÉÔ¯uªº¬Ý,¦~»´ªº¨k¤H¤]¤£¦P¦aÄâ±a¤F¥L¦Û¤v¡C
Ken opened his hands and let him go. The Condor backed off a foot or so,
perching high on the arm of the couch. "What's with you all of a
sudden?" / ªÖ®¦¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº¤â¦Ó¥BÅý¥L¥h¡C ¨rÆN°h¥X¸}¥ª¥k,´Ï®§¦bªø´Èªº¤âÁu¤Wªº°ª«×¡C " ¤°»ò¬O©M§A¦b¤@°_¬ðµM"?
"Mark?" Another voice spoke. A stranger's voice. / "°¨§J"?
¥t¤@ºØÁnµ»¡¡C ¯¥Í¤HªºÁnµ¡C
Then he looked at the others, and what he saw jarred him. Although at
first glance he could have sworn they were his teammates, now he couldn't
recognize them. The features were right, but dozens of tiny details combined
to convince Ken he was looking at four entirely different people. They
looked soft, closer to the young adults the Kagaku Ninjatai should have
been if the Syndicate had never begun its campaign. / µM«á¥L¬Ý¨ä¾lªÌ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¬Ý¨£ªº¾_Åå¤F¥L¡C
ÁöµM°_¥ý¤@¿h¥LÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H«Å»}¥L̬O¥Lªº¶¤¤Í,²{¦b¥L¤£¥i¥H»{ÃÑ¥LÌ¡C ¯S¼x¬O¥¿½Tªº¡A¦ý¬O´X¤QÓ·¥¤pªº²Ó¸`Áp¦X¨ÏªÖ®¦¬Û«H¥L¥¿¦b¬Ý¥|Ó§¹¥þ¤£¦Pªº¤H¡C
¥L̬ݰ_¨Ó«Ü³n, ¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¦pªG¥ø·~Áp¦X±q¥¼¶}©l¥¦ªº¬¡°Ê¡A¹ï¦~»´ªº¦¨¤H Kagaku Ninjatai ´N·|| ¬O¤F¡C
All of them sat perfectly still, mirroring his shocked expression. / ¥LÌ¥þ³¡³£§¹¥þ¦a¤´µM§¤,¤Ï¬M¥Lªº¾_°Êªí¹F¡C
"What's wrong?" the Swan asked, her voice low. "You're
bleeding." / "«ç»ò¦^¨Æ"? ¤ÑÃZ°Ý,§C¤U¦aªº¦oÁnµ¡C "§A¥¿¦b¥X¦å" ¡C
"And your face looks weird," the youngest added. "And your
voice." / "¦Ó¥B§AªºÁy¬Ý°_¨Ó©Ç²§",³Q¼W¥[ªº³Ì¦~»´ªº¡C " ¦Ó¥B§AªºÁnµ".
The Condor glanced at the boy. "Keyop, get the Chief," he snapped.
"Now." As the Swallow--Keyop--dashed out the door, the woman
snatched a tissue from the box on the coffee table and handed it to Ken.
He wiped the blood from his face and pinched his nose until the bleeding
subsided. / ¨rÆNª`µø¨k«Ä¡C "Keyop,ª§¨ú»â³S",¥L«rÂ_¡C "²{¦b". ·í«|³ï¤§®É--Keyop--²rÂY¥Xªù,¤k¤H¹Ü¨ú¤F¨Ó¦Û¦b©@°Ø®à¤l¤Wªº²°¤lÁ¡¯½Â´«~¦Ó¥B¨ØªAªÖ®¦¡C
ª½¨ì¥X¦å¥®§¡A¥LÀ¿¤F¨Ó¦Û¥LªºÁy¦å¦Ó¥BÕt¤F¥Lªº»ó¤l¡C
"Mark?" / "°¨§J"?
"Who?" / "½Ö"?
"What do you mean?" / " §A·N¿×¤°»ò"?
"Who are you calling Mark?" / "§A¥¿¦b¥´¹q¸Üµ¹°¨§J½Ö"?
"You." The Condor quirked an eyebrow. "Who else would we
be calling Mark?" / "§A". ¨rÆN©_¨Æ¤F¤@¹D¬Ü¤ò¡C " ½Ö§Oªº§Ú̱N·|¥´¹q¸Üµ¹°¨§J¶Ü"?
"I'm not Mark." / "§Ú¤£¬O°¨§J" ¡C
"Up until a minute ago, you were." The Owl spoke in a too-deep
voice, with none of Ryu's old slang. / "´£°ªª½¨ì¦b¤ÀÄÁ¥H«e¡A§A¬O" ¡C ¿ßÀYÆN»¡¦b¤@¤]-²`ªºÁnµ,
ÂǥѨS¦³ Ryu's ªº«Z»y¡C
This was too strange to be a snare. Gallactor would try to emulate the
team, not provide so many differences. They're not trying to earn my trust.
It looks like they're pulling things from the past, not the future. Why?
/ ³o¬O¤Ó©_©Ç¦ÓµLªk¬O¤@Ó³´¨À¡C Gallactor ±N·|¸ÕµÛ®Äªk¤p²Õ,¤£´£¨Ñ³o»ò¦h¤£¦P¡C ¥L̨S¦³¦b¹Á¸ÕÁȱo§Úªº«H¿à¡C ¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¥L̤@¼Ë¥¿¦b©Ô±q¹L¥h¦Ó¤£¬O¥¼¨Ó¨Æª«¡C
¬°¤°»ò?
Ken got off the couch and backed away from them toward the door, then
winced as the room tilted around him. "You're not my team. Tell me
what's going on." / ªÖ®¦¹ï©óªù¤Uªø´È¨Ã¥B¸ú¶}¥LÌ, µM«á¬ÈÁY·í©Ð¶¡¦b¥L©P³ò¶É±×¡C "§A¤£¬O§Úªº¤p²Õ¡C
§i¶D§Ú¤°»ò¥¿¦bÄ~Äò¡C"
"You never saw him hit his head," the Condor said quietly, looking
over at the Swan. She shook her head. "But he does look different."
/ "§A±q¤£¬Ý¨£¥LÀ»¤¤¥LªºÀY",¨rÆN¦wÀR¦a»¡,¦b¤ÑÃZÂsÄý¡C ¦o·nÀY¡C "¦ý¬O¥L½T¹ê¬Ý°_¨Ó¤£¦P" ¡C
"Something flashed around him," the Owl said. "I thought
it was just the TV, but now...." / "¬Y¨Æ¦b¥L©P³ò°{²{",¿ßÀYÆN»¡¡C "§Ú·Q¤F¥¦¥u¬O¹qµø,
¦ý¬O²{¦b...."
The door opened behind him, and Ken whirled to see the Swallow trailed
by a man in a lab coat. Though he appeared younger, he looked more familiar
than the rest of the team. Upon seeing Ken, he stopped, and his brows
drew together in puzzlement. / ªù¦b¥L«á±¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¨Ï¬Ý¨£³Q¤@¥ó¹êÅç«Ç¥~®Mªº¤@Ó¨k¤H°lÂܪº«|³ï±ÛÂà¡C ÁöµM¥L¥X²{¤F¦~¬ö¸û¤pªÌ¡A¦ý¬O¥L¤ñ¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À§ó¼ô±x¡C
¤@¬Ý¨£ªÖ®¦¡A¥L°±¤î¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¬Ü¤ò¦b°g´b¤¤¤@°_©Ô¡C
"Hakase?" Ken said in as level a voice as he could manage. "What's
going on here?" / "Hakase"? ªÖ®¦»¡¦b·í¤ô·Ç¤@ºØÁnµ·í¥L¥i¥H³B²z¡C " ¤°»ò¥¿¦b³o¸ÌÄ~Äò"?
The man's puzzled look intensified, and as he opened his mouth, Ken dreaded
the sound of his voice. But he spoke, and his voice, like the others,
was wrong. "That's what I intend to find out." / ³Q§x´b¯«±¡ªº¨k¤H¼W±j¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº¼L®ÉÔ,ªÖ®¦®£ÄߤF¥LªºÁnµÁnµ¡C
¦ý¬O¥L»¡, ©M¥LªºÁnµ,¹³¨ä¾lªÌ, ¬O¿ù»~ªº¡C "¨º¬O§Ú©Ò·Qnµo²{ªº" ¡C
---
Mark sat in his civvies in a chair beside Dr. Nambu's desk, the others
seated behind him. He could feel their eyes on him, boring into his back.
Looking down, he touched the band-aid on the inside of his arm, covering
the spot where the medical staff had drawn blood. "So the DNA's the
same?" / °¨§J¦b Nambu's ³Õ¤h®Ñ®à®ÇÃ䪺¤@±i´È¤l¤¤ªº¥L¥¥Á¤¤§¤,¨ä¾lªÌ¦b¥L«á±§¤¡C ¥L¥i¥H·Pı¦b¥L¤Wªº¥L̲´·ú,
µL²áªº¶i¤J¥LªºI³¡¤§¤º¡C ¬Ý¤U¨Ó,¥L¸IIJ¤F¼Ö¹Î-¦b¥Lªº¤âÁu¤º³¡¤è±ªºÀ°§U,¥]§tªºÂå¾Ç¾û¤w¸g©â¦åªº¦aÂI¡C " ¦p¦¹ DNA ªº¤@¼Ë"?
The Professor watched him, his elbows on the desk, his fingers steepled.
"Yes. Genetically, you and Ken match perfectly, the only difference
being in your age and background. Tell me again where you were right before
you found yourself aboard our ship." "I was back at base, watching
a basketball game with the others after a routine mission." "A
base like this one?" / ±Ð±Â¬Ý¤F¥L,¦b®Ñ®à¤Wªº¥L¤â¨y, ¦³¦y¶ðªº¥L¤â«ü¡C "¬Oªº¡C ¿ò¶Ç°ò¦]¦a¡A§A©MªÖ®¦§¹¥þ¦a¬Û°t,§Aªº¦~ÄÖ©MI´ºªº°ß¤@¤£¦P¦s¦b¡C
¦A¤@¦¸§i¶D§Ú¦b§A·f¼§Ú̪º²îµo²{§A¦Û¤v¤§«e , §A¬O¥¿½T¦aþ¸Ì¡C""§Ú¦b°ò¦¦^¨Ó,¥Î¦b¤@ӨҦ椽¨Æ¥ô°È«áªº¨ä¾lªÌ¬Ý¤@³õÄx²y¤ñÁÉ¡C""¤@Ó°ò¦³ßÅw³o¤@Ó?"
Mark frowned, considering security. As long as I don't reveal the location.
"No, we call it Center Neptune. It's smaller than this place."
Much smaller. Where did they find the budget for this? / °¨§J½K¬ÜÀY,¦Ò¼{¦w¥þ¡C ¥un§Ú¤£Åã¥Ü¦aÂI¡C
"¤£¡A§Ú̺٥¦¬°¤¤¥¡ªº®ü¤ý¬P¡C ¥¦¬O¤ñ³o¤@Ó¦a¤è¤pªº¡C"«D±`¤pªº¡C ¥L̦bþùصo²{¹ï³o¹wºâ©O?
Behind him, Jun leaned forward. "Another ocean base. Was it hidden
beneath an island?" When Mark looked back at her, she motioned with
her hand. "An island shaped like a quarter moon?" / ¦b¥L«á±¡A¤»¤ë¦V«e¦aʾa¡C
"¥t¤@Ó¤j®ü°ò¦¡C ¥¦³QÂæb¤@Ó®q¤§¤U¶Ü?"·í°¨§J¦^¬Ý¦oªº®ÉÔ,¦o¥H¦oªº¤â¹B°Ê¡C "¤@Ó³Q¦¨§Îªº®q³ßÅw¤@Ó¥|¤À¤§¤@¤ë«G"?
His eyes widened, but he didn't reply. / ¥Lªº²´·úÂX¤j¡A¦ý¬O¥L¨S¦³µªÂСC
"Hmm." The Professor picked up a phone beside his desk, spoke
softly to whomever answered, then hung up. A moment later, the door slid
open and a young man handed him a manila envelope. "Mark, I want
you to look at these photos and tell me what you think they are."
/ "Hmm". ¬B°_¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à®ÇÃ䪺¤@¨ã¹q¸Üªº±Ð±Â,¬X©M¦a»¡¨ìµL½×½Ö¦^µª, µM«á±¾Â_¡C ¤@¤ù¨è¤§«á¡Aªù slid ¤½¶}©M¤@Ó¦~»´ªº¨k¤H¶Ç»¼¤F¥L¤@Ó
manila «H«Ê¡C "°¨§J,§Ú·Qn§A¬Ý³o¨Ç¬Û¤ù¦Ó¥B§i¶D§Ú§A©Ò·Qªº¡A¥L̬O".
Hesitantly, Mark took the envelope and pulled out a sheaf of photographs.
His jaw clenched as he looked over each image in turn, all of them too
familiar, too detailed, too accurate to be a Spectran ruse. / ¿ðºÃ¦a¡A°¨§J±a¤F«H«Ê¦Ó¥B©Ô¥X¬Û¤ùªº¤@Ó§ô¡C
·í¥L¬Ý¤F±ÛÂà¡A¤Ó¼ô±xªº¡M¤Ó¸Ô²Óªº¥LÌ¥þ³¡ªº¤W±¨CÓ¼v¹³ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥LªºÃEºò´¤, ¤Ó¥¿½T¦ÓµLªk¬O¤@Ó Spectran µ¦²¤¡C
"Where... did you get these?" / "¦bþ¸Ì¡C¡C¡C §A±o¨ì³o¨Ç¶Ü?"
"They were taken about four years ago. Some are file photos and some
are personal. Identify them, please." / "¥L̤j¬ù¦b¥|¦~¥H«e³Q±a¡C ¤@¨Ç¬O¥Ó½Ð¬Û¤ù¦Ó¥B¤@¨Ç¬OÓ¤Hªº¡C
ÃѧO¥LÌ¡C"
Slowly, Mark placed one photo down on the desk. "This is Center Neptune."
/ ºCºC¦a¡A°¨§J§â¤@±i¬Û¤ù©ñ¸m¤U¨Ó¦b®Ñ®à¤W¡C "³o¬O¤¤¥¡ªº®ü¤ý¬P" ¡C
Ryu whistled. "That's impossible! You were just there?" / Ryu
§j¤fï¡C "¨º¬O¤£¥i¯àªº! §A¦b¨º¸Ì¬O´N¦b?"
"Please continue," Nambu said. / "½ÐÄ~Äò",Nambu »¡¡C
Carefully, Mark did as he was asked, placing down photo after photo. The
Phoenix. Princess and Keyop at an amusement park. Tiny and Captain Jack.
The Rigan Air Command. Colonel Cronus--his father. "Professor, what
happened to him?" Behind him, Mark heard the others draw in their
breaths. / ·í¥L³Q°Ý,¦w¸m¤U¨Ó¦b¬Û¤ù«áªº¬Û¤ù®ÉÔ¡A¤p¤ß¦a¡A°¨§J°µ¡C »ñ°Ä«°¡C ¦b¤@Ó¹C¼Ö¶éªº¤½¥D©M Keyop¡C ·¥¤pªº©M²îªø³Ç§J¡C
Rigan «ü¥O¯èªÅ¡C ¤W®Õ Cronus--¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë¡C "±Ð±Â,¥Lµo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ"? ¦b¥L«á±¡AÅ¥¨ì¨ä¾lªÌªº°¨§JÅܵu¥L̪º©I§l¡C
"You tell me." / "§A§i¶D§Ú" ¡C
"About four months ago, he gave his life trying to keep the Spectrans
from destroying the Van Allen Belt," Mark said, looking down at the
desktop. "He piloted a missile into the belt itself." / "¤j¬ù¦b¥|Ó¤ë¥H«e¡A¥L´£¨Ñ¤F¥Lªº¹Á¸Õ¨Ï
Spectrans ¤£¯}Ãa³f¨®¦ãÛ±a¤l ªº¥Í¬¡",°¨§J»¡,©¹¤U¬Ý®à¤W«¬¡C "¥L»â¯è¤@Ó¸¼u¶i±a¤l¥»¨¤§¤º" ¡C
"I'm sorry, Mark." / "¹ï¤£°_,°¨§J".
"He did what he had to." Mark raised his head. "What about
here?" / " ¥L°µ¤F¥L¦³ªº¨ì". °¨§J©ï°_¤F¥LªºÀY¡C " ¤°»òÃö©ó¦b³o¸Ì"?
Nambu shook his head gently. "All three men in the photo are gone.
Their commander gave his life in the way you described." / Nambu
³vº¥¦a·nÀY¡C "¬Û¤ùªº©Ò¦³¤T¦ì¨k¤H¤£¨£¤F¡C ¥L̪º«ü´§©x´£¨Ñ¤F§A´yzªº¤è¦¡¥L¥Í¬¡¡C"
Mark swallowed, then continued shuffling through the photos. His private
airstrip and plane. Jason, laughing, holding a race trophy high above
his head. "Jason was sitting beside me right before I turned up here."
He tapped the photograph. "Where is he now?" / ³Q§]ªº°¨§J,µM«áÄ~Äò©ì¦²¹L¬Û¤ù¡C
¥Lªº¨p¤H¸¾÷¶]¹D©M¸¾÷¡C ³Ç¥Í,¯ºµÛªº, ´¤¦í¤@Ó¤ñÁɼú®y°ªªº¥L©Ò¤£À´ªº¡C " ¦b§Ú¦b³o¸Ì¥X²{¤§«e , ³Ç¥Í¥¿½T¦a¦b§Ú®ÇÃ䧤"
¡C ¥L»´¥´¤F¬Û¤ù¡C "²{¦b¥L¦bþ¸Ì"?
The professor's face tightened, an expression reflected by the others.
Mark glanced from him to Jun, Jinpei and Ryu, and found them studying
the floor. "Oh, no." / ±Ð±ÂªºÁy°Çºò,³Q¨ä¾lªÌ¤Ï¬Mªºªí¹F¡C °¨§J±q¥L¿h°{¨ì¤»¤ë¡A Jinpei ©M
Ryu, ¦Ó¥Bµo²{¥L̾DzߦaªO¡C "®@,¸¹½X"
Jun spoke quietly. "Two years ago, during a campaign called the Black
Hole Operation, Joe went alone to find the Syndicate's home base, and
he was captured and mortally wounded. He was able to guide us to the base
itself but... after it was all over... we lost him." / ¤»¤ë¦wÀR¦a»¡¡C "¦b¤G¦~¥H«e,¦b¤@Ó¬¡°Ê´Á¶¡©I¥s¤F¶Â¦âªº¬}¤â³N,
³ì¿W¦Û¦a¥hµo²{¥ø·~Áp¦Xªº°ò¦¡A¦Ó¥B¥L³Q®·Àò©M¤£§K¤@¦º¦a¨ü¶Ë¡C ¥L¯à°÷¹ï°ò¦¥»¨«ü¾É§Ú̦ý¬O¡C¡C¡C ¦b¥¦¥þ³¡µ²§ô¤§«á¡C¡C¡C §ÚÌ¥¢¥h¤F¥L¡C"
"Jason--" Mark slackened into the chair. For a moment, he imagined
his team fighting without Jason, Jason dead, something that had nearly
become reality years ago. He rubbed the backs of his arms. This was Joe,
not Jason. Staring down at the face in the photograph, he shuddered. /
"³Ç¥Í--"°¨§J¶i¤J´È¤l¤§¤º´î¤Ö¡C ¤@·|¨à¡A¥L·Q¹³¤F¨S¦³³Ç¥Íªº¥L¤p²Õ¹ï§Ü³Ç¥Í¦º¡A´X¥G¤w¸gÅܱo¨Æ¹ê¼Æ¦~¥H«eªº¬Y¨Æ¡C ¥LÀ¿¤F¥Lªº¤âÁuI±¡C
³o¬O³ì¦Ó¤£¬O³Ç¥Í¡C ¦b¬Û¤ùªºÁyª`µø¤U¨Ó,¥L¾Ô·X¡C
More photographs arrived, though this time, Mark couldn't identify what
he saw. Ken's old classmates from the Academy were strangers. He couldn't
restrain a snicker at GelSadora's photo: "What in the world is that?"
Nambu looked pained but said nothing. / §ó¦hªº¬Û¤ù¨ì¹F,ÁöµM³o¦¸¡A°¨§J¤£¥i¥HÃѧO¥L©Ò¬Ý¨£ªº¡C ¨Ó¦Û¾Ç°|ªºªÖ®¦¦Ñ¦P¾Ç¬O¯¥Í¤H¡C
¥L¤£¥i¥H§í¨î¤@¦b GelSadora's ªº¬Û¤ù¦Y¦Y¦a¯º: " ¤°»ò¦b¥@¬É¤¤¬O¨º"? Nambu ¬Ý°_¨Óµh¦ý¬O¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¡C
At last, the professor put the photographs away, shaking his head. "Truly
uncanny," he muttered. / ³Ì«á¡A±Ð±Â¦¬¬B¬Û¤ù,·nÀY¡C "¯u¹ê©Ç½Ï",¥L³ä³ä¦Û»y¡C
"So what comes next?" Mark said. / " ¦p¦¹¤°»òµM«á¨Ó"? °¨§J»¡¡C
The Professor rested his chin lightly on his fingertips, staring at Mark.
"We probably have two to three weeks before the Syndicate recovers
enough to launch their next offensive. We spend that time finding out
how to reverse what happened to you." / ±Ð±Â¦b¥Lªº«ü¦y¤W»´»´ªº¥ð®§¤F¥Lªº¤U¤Ú,¨nµÛ°¨§J¬Ý¡C
"§ÚÌ¥i¯à¦b¥ø·~Áp¦X¨¬°÷§ä¦^§@¥X¥L̪º¤UÓ§ð¶Õ¤G¨ì¤TÓ¬P´Á¤§«e¦³¡C §Ú̪á¶O¨º¦¸µo²{¸Ó¦p¦óÄA˧Aµo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ¡C"
"What if we run out of time?" Jinpei said. "We need Ken,
Hakase." / " ¤°»ò¦pªG§Ú̥Υú®É¶¡"? Jinpei »¡¡C "§ÚÌ»ÝnªÖ®¦¡A Hakase"
¡C
"Mark, how many years have you led your team?" / "°¨§J,§A¤w¸g¤Þ¾É§Aªº¤p²Õ¦h¤Ö¼Æ¦~"?
Mark shifted his weight. "Close to two." / °¨§J§ïÅܤF¥Lªº«¶q¡C "
µ²§ô¨ì¤G".
"That fits," said Ryu. "Jinpei's right. We're gonna need
him, if only to assure Gallactor that Ken's still with us. They see we're
weakened in any way, they'll leap on the opportunity." His voice
lowered. "It's bad enough that we lo-" Jun elbowed him hard;
with a grunt he stopped. / "¨º¾A¦X", Ryu »¡¡C "Jinpei's ªºÅv§Q¡C
§Ú̱Nn»Ýn¥L, ¦pªG¤£®Æ³º·|«OÃÒ Gallactor ªÖ®¦©M§Ú̦wÀR¡C ¥L̬ݨ£§ÚÌ¥H¥ô¦ó¤è¦¡³Q«d®z,¥ḺN¦b¾÷·|¤W¸õÅD¡C"¥LªºÁnµ°§C¡C
" ¥¦°÷Ãaªº§ÚÌÁ@!-"¤»¤ë§V¤O¦a¥Î¤â¨y±À¶}¤F¥L; ÂǥѤ@Ó©BÂP©BÂPÁn¥L°±¤î¡C
Mark's eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm so very sorry for the inconvenience."
Ryu grimaced. / °¨§Jªº²´·ú¨Ç·L¦aÁY¤p¡C "§Ú¹ï¤£«K¬O¦p¦¹ªº«D±`Ãø¹Lªº" ¡C Ryu §ê°Áy¡C
"We should address that possibility, yes." Nambu frowned. "If
he and Ken are this similar, chances are we can compare Mark's skills
to Ken's a few years ago. That will be workable if the rest of you fill
in the experience he lacks. We can test Mark's skills, perhaps later today,
depending on the schedule. Right now, I'd like to speak with Mark alone
for a while." / "§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó¦V¨º¤@ºØ¥i¯à©Êµoªíºt»¡,¬Oªº". Nambu ½K¬ÜÀY¡C "
¦pªG¥L©MªÖ®¦¬O³o¬Û¦üªº, ¾÷·|¬O§Ú̼Ʀ~¥H«e¯à¤ñ¸û°¨§Jªº§Þ³N©MªÖ®¦¡C ¦pªG§Aªº¨ä¾lªÌ¶ñ¼g¥L¯Ê¥Fªº¸gÅç¡A¨º±N¬O¯à¤u§@ªº¡C §Ú̯à´ú¸Õ°¨§Jªº§Þ³N,¤µ¤Ñµy«á¤]³\,¥õ¿à®É¶¡ªí¡C
¥ß¨è¡A§Ú·Qn©M°¨§J»¡¿W¦Û¦a¤@°}¤l¡C"
With lingering glances on the two remaining, Jun, Jinpei and Ryu filed
outside. / ¥Ñ©ó³r¯d¤@¿h¦b¨º¤§¤W¤G³Ñ¾lªº,¤»¤ë,Jinpei ©M Ryu ¥~±¥Ó½Ð¡C
Once the door shut behind them, Jinpei glared up at the helmsman. "Nice
going, loudmouth." / ¤@¥¹ªù¦b¥LÌ«á±Ãö¤W, Jinpei µo¯t¥ú¦b²ë¤â¤W±¡C "¬ü¦nªº¥h,loudmouth".
"It's the truth. None of us has any experience leading the team.
It was either Ken or Joe. Now what do we do?" / "¥¦¬O¨Æ¹ê¡C §Ų́S¦³¤@Ó¹ï»â¥ý¤p²Õ¦³¥ô¦óªº¸gÅç¡C
¥¦¬OªÖ®¦©Î³ì¡C ²{¦b§ÚÌ°µ¤°»ò?"
Jun shrugged and walked away down the hall. / ¤»¤ëÁqªÓ¦Ó¥B¨«¶}¤U¨ÓªùÆU¡C
---
Ken vastly preferred his old quarters to the new ones, even if he had
agreed the best place for him tonight was under guard. Nambu, or rather
Chief Anderson, had studied him and quizzed him and begun medical tests
on him, but they hadn't finished. "It's nearly midnight," Chief
Anderson had said. "I want you someplace I know you won't hurt my
team, and I would think you would prefer getting some rest as well."
/ ªÖ®¦¼s¤j¦a³ßÅw¥LªºÂÂ¥|¤À¤§¤@³Ó¹L·sªº¤@¨Ç,§Y¨Ï¦]¬°¥L¤µ±ß¬O¦b¦u½Ã¤§¤U¡A¥L¤w¸g¦P·N³Ì¦nªº¦a¤è¡C Nambu, ©Î¬Û·í¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹,¤w¸g¾Ç²ß¥L©M
quizzed ¥L¦Ó¥B¶}©l¦b¥L¤WªºÂå¾Ç´ú¸Õ¡A¦ý¬O¥L̨S¦³§¹¦¨¡C " ¥¦´X¥G¤È©]",¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¤w¸g»¡¡C "§Ú¬Y³B·Qn§A§Ú»{ÃÑ¡A§A±N¤£¶Ë®`§Úªº¤p²Õ¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¤]±N·|»{¬°"
¡C
Now a very puzzled guard watched over Ken, or was it Mark?, locked in
a solitary confinement cell down in the sub basements of the ISO building.
Nambu had given him a television and a radio, had asked the guards to
provide him with food, drinks, reading material-- whatever he wanted,
within reason. Ken's first concern had been dinner: he'd been hungry ever
since his arrival. Next, arms prickled with goosebumps, he asked for a
sweatshirt. Ken had asked if Nambu--Anderson, damn it, Anderson. Anderson,
Anderson, Anderson--Ken had asked if Anderson wanted him to turn over
his bracelet, and Anderson had said no. Ken should keep that if he wanted.
/ ²{¦b¤@Ó«D±`§x´bªº¦u½Ã¬Ý¦uªÖ®¦, ©Î¬O¥¦°¨§J?,¦b¦V¤Uªº¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´«Ø¿vª«ªºªþÄݦa¤U«Ç¤¤ªº¤@Ó³æ¿WºÊ¸T²ÓM¤¤Âê¡C Nambu ¤w¸gµ¹¥L¤@¥x¹qµø©M¤@Ó¦¬µ¾÷,¤w¸gn¨D¦u½Ã´£¨Ñ¹ª«¡A¶¼®Æµ¹¥L,
ª«½èªº¾\Ū-- µL½×¥L·Qn¤°»ò,¦b²z¥Ñ¸Ì±¡C ªÖ®¦ªº²Ä¤@ÓÃö¤ß¤w¸g¬O±ßÀ\: ¥L¦³¥Ñ¬OÄȾjªº¦Ü¤µ¥Lªº©è¹F¡C µM«á¡A¤âÁu¥H goosebumps
¨ë,¥Ln¨D¤@Ó¹B°Êm¡C ªÖ®¦¤w¸g°Ý¦pªG Nambu--¦w¼w»¹,¶A©G¥¦,¦w¼w»¹¡C ¦w¼w»¹¡A¦w¼w»¹ , ¦w¼w»¹--¦pªG¦w¼w»¹·Qn¥L½˥Lªº¤âÅN¡A¦Ó¥B¦w¼w»¹¤w¸g»¡¡AªÖ®¦¤w¸g°Ý¡A¸¹½XªÖ®¦À³¸Ó«O¦s¡A¦pªG¥L·Qn¡C
If Anderson wanted him to keep it, did he really want it around?, Ken
wondered. Or was this a trap Anderson laid for him, tricking him into
turning over the bracelet through a false sense of safety? / ¦pªG¦w¼w»¹·Qn¥L«O¦s¥¦,
¥L¯uªº·Qn¶Ü¥¦¦bªþªñ?,ªÖ®¦ÃhºÃ¡C ©Î¬O°é®M¦w¼w»¹¥L©Ò©ñ¸mªº³o,¶i¤J¸g¹L¿ù»~ªº¦w¥þ·P½ˤâÅN¤§¤ºÀ¸§Ë¥L?
This makes no sense. On the surface, yes, every detail of their story
held true. Ken flipped through a variety of magazines and a couple of
the daily papers, and while it wouldn't have been impossible for Gallactor
to make up something like this, the products he was looking at seemed
too consistent. The radio got all different channels than Ken was accustomed
to. They had commercials and ads for every conceivable product and service.
Talk radio had just as many callers, and stations played the same variety
of music, and it was all going on at once. In order for Gallactor to have
faked this, they'd have had to jam out all the normal stations, then present
this cornucopia of radio waves and run it constantly, not knowing when
he'd tune in and to where. / ³o¨S¦³¹D²z¡C ¦bªí±¤W¡A¬Oªº¡A¥L̪º¬G¨Æ¨C¥ó²Ó¸`ºû«ù¯u¹ê¡C ªÖ®¦¥Î«üÀY¼u¹L¦hºØÂø»x©M¨C¤éªº¯È¤Ò°ü¡A¦Ó¥B·í
Gallactor ²Õ¦¨°_¨Ó¦³ÂI¹³³o¤£·|¬O¤£¥i¯àªº®ÉÔ,¥L¥¿¦b¬Ý¦ü¥G¤Ó¤@Pªº²£«~¡C ¦¬µ¾÷±o¨ì¤F©Ò¦³ªº¤£¦PÀW¹D³Ó©óªÖ®¦²ßºD¡C ¥L̦³°Ó·~ªº©M¹ï©ó¨C¤@·Q±o¨ìªº²£«~©MªA°Èªº¼s§i¡C
²æ¤f¨q¼s¼½¹q¥x¥¿¦p¦³©M¨Ó¹qªÌ¤@¼Ë¦hªº¡A¦Ó¥B¨®¯¸ª±¤Fµ¼Öªº¬Û¦P¦h¼Ë©Ê¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¥þ³¡¥¿¦b¥ß¨èÄ~Äò¡C ¥H¨Ï Gallactor ¤w¸g°²³y³o¡A¥L̦³¥²¶·À½¥X©Ò¦³ªº¥¿±`¨®¯¸,µM«á¦¬µ¾÷ªº²{¦b³o¤@ÓÂ×´I¤£Åܦa´§»R¦Ó¥B¶]¥¦,
¤£ª¾¹D·í¥L±N·|½Õ¸`ªº®ÉÔ¦b©M¨ì¦bþ¸Ì¡C
The magazines ran stories that were for the most part well written and
all professionally edited. The slick ads had obviously been put together
by highly paid ad agencies, and they hadn't been lifted from the Utoland
weeklies, either. The core of his situation still sounded faked to Ken,
but slowly the daily clutter of life was winning him over. Even the clothes
Nambu--Anderson--had given him for the night, even those had a brand name
stitched into the label, and it wasn't one Ken recognized. Asking the
guards for a soda, he made sure to request "the choice of a new generation,"
(he'd seen an ad) and the guard looked puzzled, then said, "Oh, a
Pepsi!" One had arrived in two minutes. / Âø»x¶]¤jP¤W«Ü¦n¦a³Q¼g¨Ã¥B¥þ³¡±M·~¦a½s¿èªº¬G¨Æ¡C
¥ú·Æªº¼s§i©úÅã¦a¤w¸g³Q°ª«×¦a¤ä¥Iªº¼s§i¥N²z¶°¦X¡A¦Ó¥B¥L̤]¨S¦³³Q±q Utoland ¶g¥Z¤É°ª¡C ¥Lªº±¡§Î®Ö¤ß¤´µM¹ïªÖ®¦Å¥°²³y¡A¦ý¬OºCºC¦a¥Í¬¡ªº¨C¤é²VÂø¥¿¦bµ²§ô¾Æ±o¥L¡C
¬Æ¦Ü¦çªA Nambu--¦w¼w»¹--¤w¸gµ¹¥L¹L©], ¬Æ¦Ü¨º¨Ç¦³¤@Ó¶i¤J¼ÐÅÒ¤§¤º³Q¤@°wªº«~µP,¦Ó¥B¥¦¤£¬O³Q¿ë»{¥Xªº¤@ÓªÖ®¦¡C ¬°Ä¬¥´°Ý¦u½Ã,¥L½T©w½Ð¨D
"·sªº¥@¥N¿ï¾Ü" ¡A¦Ó¥B¦u½Ã¬Ý§x´b, µM«á»¡ ",®@,¤@Ӧʨƥi¼Ö"! ¤@¦b¤G¤ÀÄÁ¤º¤w¸g¨ì¹F¡C
In terms of verisimilitude, then, Ken had little to complain about. Everyone
he'd met had also been somewhat smarter than the average Gallactor. /
®Ú¾Ú¦n¹³¯u¹ê¡AµM«á¡AªÖ®¦¦³¤F¤@ÂIÂI©ê«è¡C ¨CÓ¤H¥L¤w¸g¹J¨£¶W¹L¥§¡ªº Gallactor ¤]¤w¸g¬O²¤·L¤ñ¸ûÁo©úªº¡C
Why not believe it, then? Well, wasn't it what's-his-name's wager, Ken
asked himself: if I believe it's real and it's not, then I'll be duped
and this will end up being bad-bad-bad. If I believe it's not, and it
is real, they'll still work at returning me home because they want their
own Gatchaman back. / ¬°¤°»ò¤£¬Û«H¥¦,µM«á? ¦n§a, ¤£¬O¥¦«ç»ò-¥Lªº-¦W¦rªº½ä,°Ý¥L¦Û¤vªºªÖ®¦: ¦pªG§Ú¬Û«H¡A¥¦¬O¯u¥¿ªº¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¬O¤£¡AµM«á§Ú±N¬O
duped ¡A¦Ó¥B³o±Nµ²§ôÃa-Ãaªº-Ãa¡C ¦pªG§Ú¬Û«H¡A¥¦¬O¤£¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¬O¯u¥¿ªº,¦]¬°¥LÌ·Qn¥L̦ۤvªº Gatchaman I±¡A©Ò¥H¥ḺN¤´µM¦bÂkÁÙ§Ú¦^®a¤u§@¡C
The collateral evidence kept mounting, though. Ken asked for access to
a phone book, and they gave it to him, then asked him if he wanted access
to the phone. He politely refused and looked through the book. Again,
all looked normal. There wasn't any reason they should have suspected
he wanted this. / ¨Ã¦CªºÃÒ¾ÚÄ~Äò®i¶},ÁöµM¡C ªÖ®¦n¨D±µªñ¡A¦Ó¥B¥Ļ⥦µ¹¥L, µM«á°Ý¥L¦pªG¥L·Qn±µªñ¡C ¥L¦³Â§»ª¦a©Úµ´¦Ó¥B·Å²ß®Ñ¡C
¦A¤@¦¸,¥þ³¡¬Ý°_¨Ó¥¿±`¡C ¨S¦³¥ô¦óªº²z¥Ñ¥LÌÀ³¸Ón²q·Q¥Lªº·Qn³o¡C
After one o'clock, Ken stretched out on the cot, leaving the lights on,
arms crossed behind his head but the blanket up to his shoulders as he
stared at the ceiling and thought. His own body clock put him closer to
late afternoon than past midnight. He still had no desire to sleep. /
¦b¤@ÂIÄÁ¤§«á¡AªÖ®¦¦b²©ö¯¶§É¤Wªº¥~¦ù®i, ¯d¤U¥ú¦b,¤§¤W·í¥L¨nµÛ¤ÑªáªO¬Ý¦Ó¥B·Qªº®ÉÔ¡A¤âÁuª½¨ì¥LªºªÓ¦b¥LªºÀY¦ý¬O¤ò´à«á±¥æ¤e¡C ¥L¦Û¤vªº¥Í²z®ÉÄÁ©ñ¥L¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¨ì¤È«á©³¶W¹L¹L¥h¤È©]¡C
¥L¤´µM¨S¦³±ý±æºÎı¡C
"Ken?" Anderson appeared at the door to the cell, and Ken sat
up. He found it easier to remember to call him Chief Anderson with the
man actually before him--slight differences in mannerisms and that different
voice assisted in that respect. "I wanted to talk to you again."
/ "ªÖ®¦"? ¦w¼w»¹¦bªù¥X²{¨ì²ÓM¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¼õ©]¡C ¥Lµo²{°O±o¥h¦b¥L¤§«e©M¨k¤H¹ê»Ú¤WºÙ¥L¬°¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¬O¤ñ¸û®e©öªº--¥H©ÇÂ}©M¨º¤@ºØ³Q¨ó§U¨º·q·Nªº¤£¦PÁnµªº»´½°¤£¦P¡C
"§Ú·Qn¦A¤@¦¸©M§A»¡¸Ü" ¡C
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" / " §A¤£À³¸ÓºÎ¼ô¤F¶Ü"?
Anderson chuckled. "I'm trying to figure out this dilemma--I don't
think I'll be sleeping tonight any more than the kids upstairs are going
to be." / ¦w¼w»¹¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C "§Ú¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ²z¸Ñ³o¤@Ó§x¹Ò--§Ú¤£»{¬°§Ú±N¤µ±ßºÎı¤G¼Ó±N·|¬Oªº¥ô¦ó©ó¤p«Ä".
Ken shook his head. "I'm beginning to think I won't, either. Maybe
I should go back to your office." / ªÖ®¦·nÀY¡C "§Ú¥¿¦b¶}©l»{¬°¡A§Ú¤]¤£±N¡C ¤]³\§ÚÀ³¸Ó¦^¥h§Aªº¿ì¤½«Ç¡C"
"Possibly." Chief Anderson took a seat across the room from
Ken, who leaned back against the cell wall. "This isn't the most
comfortable place for a guest to spend the night. I'm still not certain
you are who you say you are, and of course, if you're genuine, you must
have misgivings about us. I want to respect those misgivings on both sides."
/ "¥i¯à¦a". ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹§¤¶V¹L¨Ó¦ÛªÖ®¦ªº©Ð¶¡,ªÖ®¦¦V«á¦a¤Ï¹ï²ÓM¾Àʾa¡C "³o¬°¤@ӫȤH¤£¬O³ÌµÎªAªº¦a¤è«×¹L©]±ß¡C
§Ú¤´µM¤£¬O½T©wªº§A¬O§A»¡½Ö¡A§A¬O¡A¦Ó¥B·íµM¡A¦pªG§A¬O¯u¥¿ªº,§A¤@©wn¦³Ãö©ó§Ú̪º¾á¼~¡C §Ú·Qn´L·q¦b¨âÃä¤Wªº¨º¨Ç¾á¼~¡C"
"You said as much earlier." / " §A»¡·í°µ§ó¥[¦¨Ç®ÉÔ".
Anderson nodded. "But I think I've come up with a way of earning
one another's trust." He handed Ken an envelope. "Don't open
it yet. I'm guessing, based on all we've discussed so far, that certain
events are holding true through both universes despite the different surrounding
circumstances. I've brought you an envelope with my account of your father's
life and death." / ¦w¼w»¹ÂIÀY¡C "¦ý¬O§Ú»{¬°§Ú¤w¸g´£¥XÁÈ©¼¦¹«H¿àªº¤èªk" ¡C ¥L¶Ç»¼¤FªÖ®¦¤@Ó«H«Ê¡C
"¤£n¤´µM¥´¶}¥¦¡C §Ú¥¿¦b²q´ú, ³Q°ò©óªº§Ų́ì²{¦b¬°¤î¤w¸g°Q½×ªº¥þ³¡,¯S©wªº¨Æ¥ó¥¿¦b¤£¦b¥G¤£¦Pªº©P³òÀô¹Ò¸g¹L¨â¦t©zºû«ù¯u¹ê¡C §Ú¤w¸g¨ã¦³§Aªº¤÷¿Ë¥Í¬¡©M¦º¤`ªº§Ú±b¤á±aµ¹§A¤@Ó«H«Ê¡C"
Ken's eyes opened. "But if I read it and tell you it's correct, you
still won't know--" / ªÖ®¦ªº²´·ú¥´¶}¡C "¦ý¬O¦pªG§ÚŪ¥¦¦Ó¥B§i¶D§A¡A¥¦¬O¥¿½Tªº,§A¤´µM±N¤£ª¾¹D--"
"Before you open it, I want you to write out your own account of
your father's life and death, to the best of your knowledge. You seal
it and keep it until you've read what I wrote. At that point, if you trust
that what I've said is true, you can give me your envelope which should,
at least to a point, contain the same story." / "§A¥´¶}¥¦¤§«e¡A§Ú·Qn§A¼g¥X§Aªº¤÷¿Ë¥Í¬¡©M¦º¤`ªº§A¦Û¤vªº±b¤á,¹ï§Aªºª¾Ãѳ̦n¡C
ª½¨ì§A¤w¸gŪ§Ú©Ò¼gªº¡A§A«Ê³¬¥¦¦Ó¥B«O¦s¥¦¡C ¨º®É¡A¦pªG§A«H¿à¨º¤°»ò§Ú¤w¸g»¡¬O¯u¹êªº,§A¯àµ¹§Ú§AªºÀ³¸Ó¡A¦Ü¤Ö¹ïÂI¡A¥]§t¬Û¦Pªº¬G¨Æ«H«Ê¡C"
Ken folded his arms, still fingering the envelope. "And since I'm
fairly certain Gallactor doesn't know this, and since it also wouldn't
be drastically harmful for them to find out about it, then we're not wagering
too much." / ªÖ®¦ºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu , µM¦Ó¥Î«üºN§Ë«H«Ê¡C " ¦Ó¥B¦]¬°§Ú¬O«D±`¯S©wªº Gallactor ¤£ª¾¹D³o,
¦Ó¥B¦]¬°¥¦¤]±N¤£¤j´T¬O¦³®`ªºÅý¥L̵o²{¥¦,µM«á§Ų́S¦³¦b½äª`¤Ó¦h".
Anderson nodded. "Shall I give you a few minutes to write?"
/ ¦w¼w»¹ÂIÀY¡C "§Ú±Nµ¹§A¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ¼g¶Ü"?
Following Chief Anderson down the hallway, still holding the envelope,
Ken felt his heart pounding. Gallactor shouldn't know about his father--technically,
they shouldn't. Anything was possible, and Hakase had said they had a
leak in G-Town. On the other hand, if Anderson had known the Kentaro Washio
of this universe, then he'd know things that weren't necessarily the information
you'd put into a file folder. / ¤U¦C¦U¶µ»â³S¦w¼w»¹åP¸¨¨«´Y, µM¦Ó´¤¦í«H«Ê,ªÖ®¦·Pı¤F¥Lªº¤ßºV¡C Gallactor
¤£À³¸Óª¾¹D¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë--§Þ³N¤W, ¥L̤£À³¸Ó¡C ¥ô¦ó¨Æ¬O¥i¯àªº¡A¦Ó¥B Hakase ¤w¸g»¡¥L̦³¤F G ªº¤@Óº|¬}-«°Âí¡C ¥t¤@¤è±¡A°²¦p¦w¼w»¹ª¾¹D³o¦t©zªº
Kentaro Washio,µM«á¥L±N·|ª¾¹D§A±N·|¶i¤J¤@ÓÀɮפå¥ó§¨¤§¤º©ñªº¤£¥²µM¦a¸ê®Æªº¨Æª«¡C
Finally they reached a small room where Chief Anderson asked for the envelope
back and let Ken inside to use the desk. The green glass desk lamp illuminated
the page as Ken forced himself to write on the legal pad with a ball point
pen (they had Bics in this universe too, apparently.) His hands trembled,
and he wondered if Anderson would even be able to read his handwriting.
/ ³Ì«á¥L̨ì¹F¤F¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹§â«H«Ên¨D¦^¨Ó¦Ó¥BÅý¤F¸Ì±ªºªÖ®¦¨Ï¥Î®Ñ®àªº¤@Ó¤pªº©Ð¶¡¡C ºñ¦âªº¬Á¼þ®à¿O·Ó©ú¤F¦p³Q±j¢¥L¦Û¤v¦b©M¤@ªK²yÂI¿ûµ§ªº¦Xªk¶ñ¸É¤W¼gªºªÖ®¦¶
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Sometimes it all came back to him. He hadn't even dared wish his father
were still alive on this side of the sword. Maybe somewhere Kentaro had
survived, but Anderson had mentioned his death, so it certainly was not
here. / ¦³®É¥¦¥þ³¡¦^¨ì¥L¡C ¥L¨S¦³¬Æ¦Ü¤´µM´±§Æ±æ¥Lªº¤÷¿Ë¬O¬¡µÛªº¦b¤M¼Cªº³oÃä¤W¡C ¤]³\¬Y³B Kentaro ¤w¸gÄ~Äò¥Í¦s¡A¦ý¬O¦w¼w»¹¤w¸g´£¨ì¥Lªº¦º¤`¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥¦½T©w¦a¤£¬O¦b³o¸Ì¡C
Ken sealed the envelope, then took a deep breath and returned to the doorway
where Chief Anderson stood talking to one of the security guards. "Yes,
it has been a long night." / ³Q«Ê³¬«H«ÊªºªÖ®¦, µM«á®³¤F²`ªº©I§l¦Ó¥B¦^¨ì¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¯¸µÛ©M«O¦w¤Hû¤§¤@»¡¸Üªºªù¤f¡C
"¬Oªº¡A¥¦¤w¸g¬O¤@Óªøªº©]±ß" ¡C
Ken handed Anderson his envelope without a word, and without a word, he
got one in return. / ªÖ®¦¶Ç»¼¤F¦w¼w»¹¨S¦³¤@Ó¦rªº¥L«H«Ê¡A¦Ó¥B¨S¦³¤@Ó¦r¡A¥L±o¨ì¤F¤@§@¬°¦^³ø¡C
Back at the little desk under the green glass lamp, Ken spread out five
sheets of handwritten paper, an account so thorough and truthful that
he stopped reading three times in order to press his hands to his eyes,
and at page three he turned around and said to Chief Anderson, "Open
mine." / ¦bºñ¦âªº¬Á¼þ¿O¡AÂX©µªº¥~±¤±i¤â¼g¯ÈªºªÖ®¦¤U±ªº¤p®Ñ®à¦^, ¦p¦¹ªº§¹¥þ©MÁ¿¯u¸Ü¥HP©óªº¤@Ó±b¤á¥L¬°¤FnÀ£¥Lªº¤â¹ï¥Lªº²´·ú
, °±¤îŪ¤T¦¸¡A¦Ó¥B¦b²Ä¤T¶¥L¦^¹LÀY¦Ó¥B¹ï¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹»¡,"¥´¶}§Úªº".
The next two pages took longer to read than the first three, and Ken felt
his hands beginning to shake. The final paragraph he reread three times.
/ ¤U¤G¶®³§ó¤[Ū³Ó©ó²Ä¤@Ó¤T,¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦·Pı¤F¥Lªº¶}©l·n°Ê ªº¤â¡C ³Ì«áªº¬q¸¨¥L«Åª¤T¦¸¡C
Although Mark's father had serious misgivings initially about my decision
to allow his son participation in and leadership of the team, he did eventually
grow to see all his son's accomplishments and abilities the way I did.
I know he was very, very proud of all Mark managed to do and the person
he was becoming under very trying circumstances. His loss was felt by
all, as he was a courageous man in a world of dreamers and cowards. I'm
sorry, Ken. / ÁöµM°¨§Jªº¤÷¿Ë³ÌªìÃö©ó§Úªº¨M©w¨Æ¦³¤FÄY«ªº¾á¼~¤¹³\¥Lªº¨à¤l°Ñ»P¦b©M¤p²Õªº»â¾É, ¥L³Ì«á°µ¥Íªø¬Ý¨£¥L©Ò¦³ªº¨à¤l¦¨´N©M¯à¤O¤è¦¡§Ú°µ¡C
§Úª¾¹D¡A¥L¬O«D±`, «D±`ź¶Æªº©Ò¦³°¨§J³]ªk°µ©M¥L¥¿¦b«D±`¹Á¸ÕÀô¹Ò¤§¤UÅܦ¨ªº¤H¡C ¥Lªº·l¥¢³Q·Pı³Q©Ò¦³ªº,¦p¦P¥L¦b°µ¹Úªº¤H©MÀ¶®zªº¤H¤@Ó¥@¬É¤¤¬O«i´±ªº¨k¤H¤@¼Ë¡C
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Ken folded the letter, replaced it in the envelope, and jammed it into
his back pocket. When he went to the door and Chief Anderson rested an
arm across his shoulders, Ken only whispered, "I'm convinced. I'm
convinced. But I'll stay down here the rest of the night. In the morning
I'll head upstairs and rejoin the team." / ªÖ®¦ºPÅ|¤F«H¡M¦b«H«Ê¤¤´À´«¥¦¡M¦Ó¥BÀ½¥¦¶i¥Lªº«á±¤f³U¤§¤º¡C
·í¥L¥hªù¡A¦Ó¥B¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¥ð®§¤@°¦¤âÁu¾î¹L¥LªºªÓ®ÉÔ,ªÖ®¦¥u¦Õ»y,"§Ú³Q«HªA¡C §Ú³Q«HªA¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú±N¦b³o¸Ì°±¯d¤U¨Ó©]±ßªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¡C
¦±á§Ú±N¦b¼Ó¤W»â¾É¦Ó¥B¦A¥[¤J¤p²Õ¡C"
---
After another hour of interview, spent mostly relating the last five minutes
before Mark found himself in his uncomfortable predicament, his meeting
with Nambu ended. The professor dismissed him, seemingly unaware that
he had no idea where to go next, but when the door opened, Mark found
Jun sitting in the waiting room outside. / ¦b¥t¤@Ó¤p®Éªº±½Í¤§«á,¤j³¡¥÷ªá¶O¦b¥Lªº¤£µÎªAªºª¬ºA¤¤³Qµo²{¥L¦Û¤vªº°¨§J¡A©M³Qµ²§ôªº
Nambu ªº¥L·|ij¤§«eÃöÁp³Ì«á¤¤ÀÄÁ¡C ±Ð±Â¸Ñ´²¤F¥L, ªí±¤W¦a¤£ª¾¹Dªº¥L¤£ª¾¹D¸Ó¦bþ¸ÌµM«á¥h¡A¦ý¬O·íªù¥´¶}ªº®ÉÔ,°¨§Jµo²{¤»¤ë¦b¥~±ªºÔ¨®«Ç¤¤§¤¡C
"I thought so." She smiled warmly. She'd changed her former
t-shirt and jeans for a blouse and dress pants, but Mark didn't register
her clothing or the hint of make-up. "He cut you loose without a
map. Would you like the grand tour?" / "§Ú³o»ò·Q" ¡C ¦o¿Ë¤Á¦a·L¯º¡C
¦o¦³±N¦oªº«e T«ò©M¤û¥J¿Ç´«¦¨¤@¥ó¼eÃPªº¤W¦ç©MªA¸Ë¿Ç¤l¡A¦ý¬O°¨§J¨S¦³µn°O¦oªº¦çªA©Î¤ÆùÛªº·t¥Ü¡C " ¥L´î¤Ö§A¼eÃPªº¨S¦³¤@±i¦a¹Ï¡C
§A·Qn¤j®È¹C¶Ü?"
After a moment, Mark returned the smile. "Sure." / ¦b¤ù¨è¤§«á¡A°¨§JÂkÁÙ¤F·L¯º¡C
"½T«H".
He walked down the corridor beside this familiar woman. Mark stole a glance
at her and decided yes, woman was the right term. Princess he referred
to (as she did herself) as a girl, but Jun had an older look even if she
lacked the spark of mischief Princess generally carried. Do two years
really make that much of a difference? Or has she simply endured a lot
more than Princess? Other than a slight difference in height--Jun being
taller--their difference in age wasn't as noticeable as with the others.
For some reason she seemed fragile; not quite as sturdy as Princess. The
higher voice might have had something to do with that. / ¥L¨«¸ô¤U¨Ó¦b³oÓ¼ô±xªº¤k¤H®ÇÃ䪺¨«´Y¡C
°¨§J°½¤F¦b¦oªº¤@¿h¦Ó¥B¨M©w¬Oªº,¤k¤H¬O¥¿½Tªº³N»y¡C ¤½¥D¥L´£¨ì¨ì (·í¦o°µ¤F¦o¦Û¤v) ¦p¤@Ó¤k«Ä¡A¦ý¬O§Y¨Ï¦o¯Ê¥F¤F³q±`³QÄâ±aªº¶Ë®`¤½¥Dªº¤õªá¡A¤»¤ë¦³¤F¸ûªº¯«±¡¡C
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She showed him the gym, the pool--with its great glass windows looking
out "so the fish can watch us swim in our own fishbowl"--the
small cafeteria, and finally the block of suites where they all lived.
"You have to stay here?" Mark said. "Don't you have homes
on the outside?" / ¦oµ¹¥L¬Ý«Ø¨©Ð,¦À--¥Ñ©ó¥¦ªº¤p¤ß ªº´Î¬Á¼þµ¡¤á "¦]¦¹³½¯à¬Ý§Ú̦b§Ú̦ۤvªº¬Á¼þ³½¬û¤¤´åªa"--¤pªº¦Û§UÀ\ÆU,
©M³Ì«á¥LÌ¥þ³¡©~¦íªºÀHû°Ï¬q¡C " §A¥²¶·¦b³o¸Ì°±¯d"? °¨§J»¡¡C "§A¨S¦³¶Ü¦b¥~±¤Wªº®a"?
"We don't go there as often anymore. In the last year or so, the
Syndicate has concentrated on finding out who we are, so it's been easier
to stay here, always on call." She fixed her eyes on him. "There
are advantages to the close quarters." / " §Ṳ́£¥h¨º¸Ì·í°µ®É±`¤£¦A¡C ¦b¥h¦~¥ª¥k¤¤¡A¥ø·~Áp¦X¤w¸g±Mª`©óµo²{§Ú̬O½Ö¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥¦¬O¤ñ¸û®e©öªº¦b³o¸Ì°±¯d,
Á`¬O¦b©I¥s¤W¡C"¦oײz¤F¦b¥L¤Wªº¦o²´·ú¡C "¦³¹ï±µªñªº¥|¤À¤§¤@ªº§Q¯q" ¡C
"I don't know." Mark frowned. "It's so closed in. It's
like hiding." / "§Ú¤£ª¾¹D" ¡C °¨§J½K¬ÜÀY¡C " ¥¦¬O¦p¦¹Ãö³¬¦b¡C ¥¦¬O¹³ÂáC"
"We thought so too," Jun said. "But after Joe's replacement
was killed on his way here, we had to see things Hakase's way." /
"§ÚÌ·Q¦p¦¹ªº¤]",¤»¤ë»¡¡C " ¦ý¬O¦b³ìªº´À´«¦b³~¤¤³Q±þ³o¸Ì,§ÚÌ¥²¶·¬Ý¨£¨Æª« Hakase's ªº¤èªk¤§«á".
Mark's eyes rounded. "Replacement?" / °¨§Jªº²´·ú§Ë¶ê¡C "´À´«"?
Jun nodded. "Hakase felt we needed a team of five, and he recruited
a man from the Intelligence division to act as the new G-2. He didn't
last very long." Those matter-of-fact words, spoken in that high,
soft voice, jarred him, and Mark looked away, tucking his hands in his
jeans pockets. He wondered if Don had a doppelganger here as well. He
wasn't sure he wanted to know Don's fate. / ¤»¤ëÂIÀY¡C " Hakase ·Pı§Ú̳Q»Ýn¤@¶¤¤,¦Ó¥B¥L©Û¶Ò¤F¨Ó¦Û´¼¤O°Ï¤Àªº¤@Ó¨k¤H¾á¥ô·sªº
G-2 ¡C ¥L¨S¦³«D±`¤[«ùÄò¡C"¨º¨Ç¨Æ¹êªº¦rÁ¿³QÁ¿¦b¨º¤@Ó°ª«×³nªºÁnµ,¾_Åå¤F¥L¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¬ÝÂ÷¶},¥´¾îÁ·¥Lªº¤û¥J¿Ç¤f³Uªº¥L¤â¡C ¥LÃhºÃ¬O§_§g¤]¦³
doppelganger ³o¸Ì¡C ¥L¤£½T©w¥L·Qnª¾¹D§gªº©R¹B¡C
"Ah, here." They had arrived before a nondescript door at the
end of the corridor. Jun produced a card key and slipped it into the slot
beside the door, rewarded with a click as the door unlocked. "These
are Ken's quarters. It seemed appropriate enough to put you here."
She handed him the key. / "°Ú,¦b³o¸Ì". ¥L̤w¸g¨ì¹F¦b¨«´Yµ²§ôªº®ÉÔ¤@®°²ö¥i¦Wª¬ªºªù¤§«e¡C
¤»¤ë¥Í²£¤F¤@¤ä¥d¤ùÆ_°Í¦Ó¥B·ÆË¥¦¶i¦bªù®ÇÃ䪺¤ô·¾¤§¤º,·íªù¶}±Ò¡A¥HÂIÀ»¼ú½à¡C "³o¨Ç¬OªÖ®¦ªº¥|¤À¤§¤@¡C ¥¦¦ü¥G¾A·íªº¥R¨¬¦b³o¸Ì©ñ§A¡C"¦o¶Ç»¼¤F¥LÆ_°Í¡C
"Thanks for the tour," Mark said. / "ÁÂÁ®ȹC",°¨§J»¡¡C
Jun offered a smile and rested a hand on his arm. "Would you like
me to come in with you?" / ¤»¤ë´£¨Ñ¤F¤@Ó·L¯º¦Ó¥B¥ð®§¤F¦b¥Lªº¤âÁu¤Wªº¤@°¦¤â¡C " §A·Qn§Ú©M§A¶i¨Ó"?
"No, I think I can find my way around a room pretty well." He
flashed her a smile which she missed as she pulled her hand away. "I
take it you guys are behind doors one, two and three?" he added with
a gesture down the hallway. / "¤£¡A§Ú»{¬°§Ú¬Û·í«Ü¦n¦a¯à¦b¤@өж¡ªº©P³òµo²{§Úªº¤èªk" ¡C
·í¦o©Ôªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L°{²{¤F¦o¤@Ó¦o¿ù¹Lªº·L¯º¦oªº¤â¤§»·¡C " §Ú®³§A¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦íªº¥¦¦bªù«á±¤@,¤G©M¤T"? ¥L¥H¤@Ó¤â¶Õ¼W¥[¤U¨Ó¨«´Y¡C
"If for some reason you need to find us--or the bracelet should work."
Jun's voice had tightened a bit. "If you just want to hole up for
a while, we're meeting for dinner tonight in oh," Jun stuck her head
inside the door and glanced at the wall clock. "Two hours--at seven.
I'm in the second suite down on the left if you want me or anything."
/ "¦pªG¹ï©ó¤@¨Ç²z¥Ñ§A»Ýnµo²{§ÚÌ--©Î¤âÅNÀ³¸Ó¤u§@". ¤»¤ëªºÁnµ¤w¸g°Çºò¤@ÂI¡C " ¦pªG§A¶È¶È·Qn«õ¬}¦b¤@°}¤l¡A§ÚÌ¥¿¦b¤µ±ß¬°±ßÀ\¨£±¤W±¦bªí¥ÜÅå³Y",¤»¤ëªþµÛ¸Ì±ªº¦oÀYªù¨Ã¥Bª`µø±¾ÄÁ¡C
"¤G¤p®É--¦b¤CÂIÄÁ¡C ¦pªG§A·Qn§Ú©Î¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡A§Ú¬O¦b¦V¤Uªº¦b¥ªÃä¤Wªº²Ä¤G²ÕÀHû¤¤¡C"
"Thanks... Jun." The name still sounded strange in his mouth.
"See you then." Jun lingered a moment longer, found she had
nothing to say, then turned her back and walked down the hall. / "ÁÂÁ¡C¡C¡C
¤»¤ë¡C"¦W¦r¤´µM¦b¥Lªº¼L¤¤Å¥°_¨Ó«Ü©_©Ç¡C "·í®É¬Ý¨£§A" ¡C ¤»¤ë³r¯d¤F¤ù¨è§ó¤[, µo²{¦o¤£µoªí·N¨£ , µM«á§â¦oÂà¦^¨Ó¦Ó¥B¨«¸ô¤U¨ÓªùÆU¡C
The door clicked shut, leaving Mark in the silence of the apartment. Larger
and better appointed than his shack at the airfield, the suite consisted
of three rooms: living room with kitchenette, bathroom and bedroom. Two
windows revealed the dark sea outside. Simple, comfortable-looking furniture
filled the place, everything arranged neatly with a minimum of clutter.
Mark found many of the items familiar: the airplane models, the airshow
posters, cloudscape photos and old air sectionals hung on the walls, though
Ken's were matted and framed, not informally tacked to the sheet rock.
/ ³Q«öªºªùÃö¤W,¯d¤U¤½´Jªº¨HÀq°¨§J¡C §ó¤j©M¦n¦b¸¾÷³õ¥ô©R³Ó©ó¥Lªº¤p«Î,ÀHû¦³¤Tөж¡: ©M kitchenette ¡A¯D«Ç©Mª×«Çªº«ÈÆU¡C
¤G®°µ¡¤á¥~±Åã¥Ü¶Â·tªº®ü¬v¡C ²³æªº, ¬Ý¦üµÎªAªº®a¨ã¸Ëº¡¤F¦a¤è,¨C¥ó¨Æª«¾ã¼ä¦a¥H²VÂøªº¤@ӳ̤p¶q¦w±Æ¡C °¨§Jµo²{³\¦h¶µ¥Ø¼ô±xªº: ¸¾÷¼Ò«¬
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Mark walked through the rooms, observing, feeling a little like an intruder,
yet too curious to stop. The framed photographs sat on the dresser in
the bedroom, not on the desk where he might have put them, and one by
one, he lifted the frames for a closer look. The photo of Ken's family--father,
mother and three-year-old son seated in formal poses--sent goosebumps
prickling up the backs of his arms. The photo beside it, of Ken at age
seven or eight with a pale, emaciated mother, held Mark's attention for
quite a while. His mother had died when he was three. Somehow, here, she'd
survived a few extra years--what had Ken done better than he to deserve
that? Mark thought to himself, How does a child so small do something
to deserve losing his family, either one at a time or simultaneously?
How do you lock them inside after they're gone? He set the photo back
on the dresser with unsteady hands. / °¨§J¨«¸ô¹L©Ð¶¡,Æ[¹î,µy·L¹³¤@Ó«I¤JªÌ·Pı, µM¦Ó¤Ó¦n©_¦ÓµLªk°±¤î¡C
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Another photo showed all five of the team sitting together, a carbon copy
of his own team. He could almost remember the occasion when this had been
taken. He shivered, glancing at his face in the mirror, then back at the
five smiling faces in the photo. / ¥t¤@±i¬Û¤ù¤@°_µ¹©Ò¦³ªº¤p²Õ¤¤ªº¤Ó¬Ý®y¦ì¦w±Æ,¥L¦Û¤vªº¤p²Õ¤@Ó°Æ¥»¡C
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Back in the living room, he searched for more clues, through the books
on the shelves and the videos on the console below the television--mostly
action movies, he noted. Finally he found a photo album and knelt with
it beside the shelf. He started with the most recent pictures in the back.
/ ¦b«ÈÆU¤¤¦^,¥L´M§ä§ó¦hªº½u¯Á, ¸g¹L¦b±±¨îÂi¤WªºÃö©ó¬[ªº®Ñ©M¿ý¼v±a¦b¹qµø¤U±-- ¤j³¡¥÷¦æ°Ê¹q¼v,¥Lª`·N¡C ³Ì«á¥L¦b¬[®ÇÃä¥Î¥¦µo²{¬Û¤ù¬Ûï©M
knelt ¡C ¥L±qI±ªº³Ìªñªº·Ó¤ù¶}©l¡C
There he finally found Ken as he must have been at the time of the switch.
The photo showed him standing beside a shiny red aerobatic plane on his
airstrip. Ken resembled him but was larger, older, more battered, with
a hardness to his eyes. Slowly Mark flipped the pages, backtracking across
vacation photos; from islands in the South Pacific to cities in England
and Spain. The further back he went, the worse Ken looked. The first vacation
photo showed him haggard and pale, deep circles under his eyes, standing
with shoulders hunched and hands in his pockets. Jun stood beside him,
hands on his shoulder almost as if she was propping him up. The pages
before that were blank. An old chapter had come to a close. / ¦b¨º¸Ì¥L³Ì«áµo²{ªÖ®¦·í¥L¤@©wn¬O¦b¶}Ãöªº®ÉÔ¡C
¬Û¤ùÅã¥Ü¤F¥L¦b¥Lªº¸¾÷¶]¹D¤Wªº¤@Ó¦³¥ú¿Aªº¬õ¦â aerobatic ¸¾÷®ÇÃ䯸¥ß¡C ªÖ®¦¬Û¦ü¤F¥L¦ý¬O¤ñ¸û¤jªº¡M¤ñ¸û¦~ªøªº,§ó¦hºV¥´,Âǥѹï¥Lªº²´·ú°íµw¡C
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The next page revealed a birthday party in full swing. Keyop, or Jinpei,
mugged before a birthday cake with a single candle, placed on a counter
in what appeared to be a bar. Mark frowned as he looked more closely,
seeing the rows of liquor bottles and glasses on the shelves in the background.
A bottle of champagne and three glasses sat on the counter beside the
cake. What were they doing celebrating a kid's birthday in a bar? Did
they drink? Jason had the occasional beer at the track when he wasn't
racing, but neither he nor Mark drank often. Gathered around Jinpei were
the others, and finally Joe: a statue of Jason roughly hacked out of stone,
wearing a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. He had the same hardened,
haunted look Mark had seen in Ken's face. / ¤U¶¥þ¤O¦aÅã¥Ü¤F¤@ӥͤéÄÒ¡C Keyop, ©Î Jinpei,¥H¤@®Ú³æ¤@ÄúÀë¦b¤@ӥͤé³J¿|¤§«e§ê°Áy,¦b¦ü¥G¬O¤@®Ú°s§aªºªF¦è©ñ¸m¦b¤@ÓÂd¥x¤W¡C
·í¥L§óÄY±K¬Ýªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J½K¬ÜÀY,¬Ý¨£¦bI´ºªº¬[¤W°s²~¤l©M²´Ã誺±Æ¡C ¤@²~»Âb°s©M¤T°Æ²´Ãè¦b³J¿|®ÇÃ䧤¦bÂd¥x¤W¡C ¥LÌ¥¿¦b°µ¦b¤@®Ú°s§a¤¤¼y¯¬¤p«Äªº¥Í¤é¤°»ò?
¥L̳ܶÜ? ·í¥L¨S¦³¦bÁɶ]ªº®ÉÔ¡A³Ç¥Í¦³°¸µMªº°à°s¦by¹D¡A¦ý¬O¨S¦³¥L¤]¤£°¨§J®É±`³Ü¡C ¦b Jinpei ªº©P³ò»E¶°¬O¨ä¾lªÌ, ©M³Ì«á³ì: ³Ç¥Íªº¤@ÓÀJ¹³·§²¤¦a¬å¼AÂ÷¥ÛÀY,À¹¤£¬Û·í¨ì¹F¥Lªº²´·úÅS¾¦¯º¡C
¥L¦³¤FÅܵwªº¤@¼Ë, ±`¨ì¬Ý°¨§J¤w¸g¦bªÖ®¦ªºÁy¤¤¬Ý¨ì¡C
Mark put the album away. He curled up in a chair beside the window and
looked at the dark ocean, arms wrapped around his knees, a blanket over
his shoulders. Am I looking at the future? Jason's future? My own? / °¨§J¦¬¬B¬Ûï¡C
¥L¦bµ¡¤á®ÇÃ䪺¤@±i´È¤l¤¤»lÁY¦Óª×¨Ã¥B¬Ý¶Â·tªº¤j®ü,¤âÁu¦b¥Lªº½¥©P³ò¥]¸Ë,¦b¥LªºªÓ¤W¤@±ø¤ò´à¡C §Ú¥¿¦b¬Ý¥¼¨Ó¶Ü? ³Ç¥Íªº¥¼¨Ó? §Ú¦Û¤vªº?
---
When evening finally came, Mark threw himself onto the bed in his double's
quarters and stared at the ceiling. You couldn't tell it was evening except
for the clocks--they were that far beneath the surface. Hanging tiles--somebody
could hide anything in one of those, and generally, Spectra did. Either
the designers of G-Town were confident that no one from Gallactor would
get inside, or else they didn't realize the potential threat of easily
accessible hidden spaces. / ·í±ß¤W³Ì«á¨Óªº®ÉÔ,°¨§J¦b¥Lªº¥[¿¥|¤À¤§¤@¤¤¦b§É¤§¤W¥á¥L¦Û¤v¦Ó¥B¨nµÛ¤ÑªáªO¬Ý¡C §A¤£¥i¥H§i¶D°£¤F®ÉÄÁ¥H¥~¬O±ß¤W--¥L̬O¨º»ò»·ªº¦bªí±¤§¤U¡C
µ±¦º¾Q¥H¥Ë--¬Y¤H¥i¥HÂÃ¥ô¦ó¨Æ¦b¨º¨Ç¤§¤@¤¤¡A¦Ó¥B³q±`¡AÀWÃаµ¡C ©Î G ªº³]pªÌ-«°Âí¬O¦Û«Hªº¨S¦³¤H±q Gallactor ±N·|¶i¤J,©Î§_«h¥L̨S¦³¤F¸Ñ®e©ö¥i±µªñÁôÂ꺪Ŷ¡¼ç¦bªº«Â¯Ù¡C
He'd never sleep tonight unless he got his mind off these eerie photographs
and borrowed memories. Dinner with the new team had taken too much adjusting
and translating and compensating. The gap left by their own dead G-2...it
was palpable. Jinpei and Ryu had a relationship a little more antagonistic
and yet simultaneously more comfortable than Keyop and Tiny's. Jun he
couldn't understand at all--the way she shifted between distance and closeness.
While they hadn't excluded him, Mark hadn't missed the lack of warmth
in their interaction with him. Although he might look like Ken, he wasn't--their
lack of shared experience made him a facsimile just the way Ken would
be to Jason, Princess, Keyop and Tiny. Every time Mark thought about something
else, the thoughts inevitably turned to his current stranded, expatriate
status. / °£«D¥L¨Ï¥Lªº¤ß»·Â÷³o¨Ç©Ç½Ïªº¬Û¤ù©MɨӪº°O¾Ð¡A§_«h¥L¦³±q¤£¤µ±ßºÎı¡C ©M·sªº¤p²Õ±ßÀ\¤w¸g®³¤Ó¦h½Õ¾ã©M½Ķ©MÀvÁÙ¡C ³Q¥L̦ۤvªº¦º
G-2 ¯d¤UªºÁ_»Ø.¡C¡C¥¦¬O¥iIJª¾ªº¡C Jinpei ©M Ryu ÅýÃö«Yµy·L§ó¤Ï¹ï©M¤´µM¦P®É¦a¤ñ Keyop §óµÎªA©M·¥¤p¡C ¥L¥i¥H¤@ÂI¤]¤£¤F¸Ñªº¤»¤ë--
¤è¦¡¦o¦b¶ZÂ÷©M±µªñ¤§¶¡§ïÅÜ¡C ¥L̨S¦³±Æ°£¥L¡A¤£¹L°¨§J¨S¦³¿ù¹L¥L̪º©M¥L¤¬°Êªº¯Ê¥F·Å·x¡C ÁöµM¥L¥i¯à¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³ªÖ®¦¤@¼Ë, ¦ý¬O¥L¤£¬O-- ¥L̪º¯Ê¥F¤À¨Éªº¸gÅç¥u¬O¨Ï¥L¦¨¬°¶Ç¯u¤è¦¡ªÖ®¦¹ï³Ç¥Í¤½¥D,
±N·|¬O Keyop ©M·¥¤pªº¡C ¨C¤@¦¸°¨§J·Q§OªºªF¦è,¤£¥iÁקKÂà¦V¥Lªº´é¬y©t¥ßµL´©ªº·Qªk,³v¥X°ê¥~ª¬ºA¡C
Usually before he went to bed, Mark tried to read for a little while,
and he'd gotten up to a pretty good part in his current book--it might
be interesting to see if that same author had written the same book in
this universe. He made his way to the fork in the corridor and then puzzled
which direction he could wander to find a library. / ³q±`¥L¤W§ÉºÎı¤§«e¡A°¨§J¸ÕµÛ¬°¤p¤pªº¤@·|¨àŪ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤w¸g»°¤W¥Lªº²{¦b®Ñ¬Û·í¦nªº³¡¥÷--
¬Ý¨£¥i¯à¬O¦³½ìªº¦pªG¨º¬Û¦Pªº§@®a¤w¸g¼g³o¦t©zªº¬Û¦P®Ñ¡C ¥L¨Ï¨«´Yªº¤e¤l¥L¸ô¦¨¬°µM«á§x´b¤F¥L¥i¥H¹C¿ºµo²{¤@¶¡¹Ï®ÑÀ]¨º¤@Ó¤è¦V¡C
"Mark?" / "°¨§J"?
Turning, he found Jun, still dressed as she'd been this afternoon and
at dinner. He smiled. "I was looking for a library." / ±ÛÂà,¥Lµo²{¤»¤ë,
¤´µM¬ïµÛ·í°µ¦o¤w¸g¬O¤µ¤Ñ¤È«á©M¦b±ßÀ\¡C ¥L·L¯º¡C "§Ú¥¿¦b§ä´M¤@¶¡¹Ï®ÑÀ]" ¡C
"Oh--I thought I'd shown you that earlier today. I can take you there."
/ "®@--§Ú·Q¤F§Ú¤µ¤Ñµy¦¤w¸gÅã¥Ü§A¨º¡C §Ú¯à¦b¨º¸Ì±a§A¡C"
Jun had the manner of a woman not saying anything as she showed him to
an elevator, and after Mark stood inside with her for a protracted moment,
she pressed the floor button. The hair began standing on the back of Mark's
neck as she delayed, and he edged closer to the wall. Jun caught the motion.
Her mouth tightened. / ·í¦o±N¥L®i¥Üµ¹¤@Ó¹q±è¬Ýªº®ÉÔ¡A¤»¤ë¦³¤F¤k¤Hªº¤èªk¤£±Ôz¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡A¦Ó¥B¦b°¨§J©M¦o¯¸¥ß¤F¤º³¡¹F©ì©µªº¤ù¨è¤§¤[¤§«á¡A¦o«ö¤F¦aªO«ö¶s¡C
·í¦o©µ¿ð¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¾U§Qªº®ÉÔ¡AÀY¾v¶}©l¯¸¦b°¨§Jªº²ä¤lI±¤W¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¨ìÀð¾À¡C ¤»¤ë®·®»¤F¹B°Ê¡C ¦oªº¼L°Çºò¡C
The elevator door closed. / ¹q±èªùÃö³¬¡C
Mark glanced at the ceiling. / °¨§Jª`µø¤ÑªáªO¡C
"Are you planning on flying up the elevator shaft to escape me?"
/ " §A¥¿¦b¤@¦b¹q±è¶b¤W±¸°k²æ§Úp¹º"?
Juggling the situation, Mark said, "Only if you attack." / ÅÜÀ¸ªk±¡§Î,°¨§J»¡,"
¥u¦³·í¦pªG§A§ðÀ»".
"I'm not going to." Jun folded her arms and looked away. "How
often do I have to prove myself to you?" / " §Ú¨S¦³¥¿¦b¥h¨ì".
¤»¤ëºPÅ|¤F¦oªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C " §Ú¦h¤[¥²¶·ÃÒ©ú§Ú¦Û¤v¨ì§A"?
"I've only been here ten hours," Mark said. "I don't care
how often you've had to prove yourself in that time--it can't have been
that much." / "§Ú¥u¦³¤w¸g¦b³o¸Ì¤Q¤p®É",°¨§J»¡¡C "§Ú¤£Ãö¤ß§A¦h¤[¦b¨º¦¸¤º¥²¶·ÃÒ©ú§A¦Û¤v--¥¦¯à¨S¦³¬O¨º»ò¦h".
It took another moment for Mark to realize he wasn't the brunt of that
remark at all. Jun punched the button for the floor they were about to
reach, and the elevator stopped. Mark's eyes widened, and as the elevator
doors opened, he said, "Wait, Jun-" / ¥¦¦b¥t¤ù¨è®³Åý°¨§J¤F¸Ñ¡A¥L¤@ÂI¤]¤£¨º¤@Óµû½×ªº½ÄÀ»¡C
¤»¤ë¬°¥LÌ¥¿n¨ì¹Fªº¦aªO¥H®±«À»¤F¶s¦©¡A¦Ó¥B¹q±è°±¤î¡C °¨§Jªº²´·úÂX¤j¡A¦Ó¥B·í¹q±èªù¥´¶}ªº®ÉÔ,¥L»¡,"µ¥Ô,¤»¤ë-"
"The library's three more floors." She gave him a tight smile.
"I'm going to prove I'm friendly and leave you untouched." /
"¹Ï®ÑÀ]ªº¥t¥~¤TÓ¦aªO". ¦oµ¹¤©¤F¥L¤@Óºòªº·L¯º¡C "§Ú±NnÃÒ©ú¡A§Ú¬O¤Í¦nªº¦Ó¥BÅý§A¥¼Ä²¤Îªº" ¡C
"I said wait!" Mark stepped off the elevator and stopped, arms
folded. "I'm not going to have you ambushing me, either physically
or verbally. Whatever you've got against Ken, don't hold it against me.
I didn't do it yet." / "§Ú»¡¤Fµ¥Ô"! °¨§J¨«¶}½ñ¹q±è¦Ó¥B°±¤î,¤âÁuºPÅ|¡C "§Ú±N¨S¦³§A®I¥ñ¬ðŧ§Ú,
¤]¨Åé¤W¦a©Î¤fz¦a¡C µL½×§A¤w¸g±o¨ì¹ï§ÜªÖ®¦¤°»ò,¤£¦]¥¦¶S§C§Ú¡C §Ú¨S¦³¤´µM°µ¥¦¡C"
Jun started to walk, and Mark waited at the end of the corridor, watching
her retreating form. / ¤»¤ë¶}©l¨«¸ô¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¦b¨«´Yµ²§ôªº®ÉÔµ¥Ô,¬Ý¦oºM°h§Î¦¡¡C
"I didn't do it yet." The thought kept asserting itself. Jun
kept walking and never looked back. / "§Ú¨S¦³¤´µM°µ¥¦" ¡C ·QªkÄ~ÄòÂ_¨¥¥¦¥»¨¡C
¤»¤ë«O«ù¨B¦æ¦Ó¥B±q¤£¬Ý°_¨Ó«á±¡C
---
Jun found the fire stairs and took them back to her level, moving slowly,
her mind tracking over their conversation. / ¤»¤ëµo²{¤F¤õ¼Ó±è¦Ó¥B§â¥Ḻa¦^¦oªº¤ô·Ç,ºCºC¦a²¾°Ê,¦oªº¦b¥L̪º¥æ½Í¤§¤W°lÂÜ
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Only if you attack. That hurt. And then Mark's next phrase: Whatever you've
got against Ken, don't hold it against me. I didn't do it yet. / ¥u¦³·í¦pªG§A§ðÀ»¡C
¨º¶Ë®`¡C µM«á°¨§Jªº¤UÓ¤ù»y: µL½×§A¤w¸g±o¨ì¹ï§ÜªÖ®¦¤°»ò,¤£¦]¥¦¶S§C§Ú¡C §Ú¨S¦³¤´µM°µ¥¦¡C
You're already doing it, she thought. / §A¤w¸g¥¿¦b°µ¥¦,¦o·Q¡C
Back on their floor, she scanned the hallway first, wondering whether
Mark might have taken the elevator back down or continued to the library.
That would be just like Ken: back to business as usual. Aloof. Oblivious.
/ «ü±æ¥L̪º¦aªO,¦oº¥ý±½´y¤F¨«´Y, ı±o©_©Ç¬O§_°¨§JÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H·f¼I±åP¸¨©ÎÄ~Äò¨ì¹Ï®ÑÀ]ªº¹q±è¡C ¨º±N·|¬O¥¿ª½ªº¬Û¦üªÖ®¦: ¦^¨ì¤@¤Á¦p±`¡C
²¨»·ªº¡C ©ö§Ñªº¡C
In her quarters, she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse as
she walked back to the bedroom, tossing it viciously into the hamper beside
the bathroom. The slacks followed, and she turned on the shower, stripped
and stepped under the spray. Though she normally preferred long, leisurely
baths, she scrubbed quickly this time; massaging the shampoo into her
hair and soaping the makeup from her face. Dripping, she walked across
the room to the mirror above the sink and stared at her face as she combed
out her wet hair. / ·í¦o¦V«á¦a¨«¸ô¨ìª×«Çªº®ÉÔ¡A¦b¦oªº¥|¤À¤§¤@¤¤¡A¦o½ð¨«¦oªº¾c¤l¦Ó¥B¸Ñ¶}¦oªº¼eÃP¤W¦çªº¶s³§¤F,¨¸´c¦a¶i¤J¦b¯D«Ç®ÇÃ䪺¹²°¤§¤º§ëÂY¥¦¡C
ÃPªø¿Ç¸òÀH¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¦b¤ôªá¤§¤U¥´¶}°}«B, °£¥h¦Ó¥B½ñ¡C ÁöµM¦o¥¿±`¦a¤[°¾·R,±y¶¢ªº¨N¯D,¦o³o¦¸«Ü§Ö¦a¥Î¤OÀ¿¬~; «ö¼¯¬~¾vºë¶i¦oªºÀY¾v¤§¤º©M¥HªÎ¨m¬~¨Ó¦Û¦oªºÁy¤ÆùÛ¡C
·í¦o®ÞÀY¾v¥X¦oªºÀãÀY¾vªº®ÉÔ¡A¨¬¥iºw¤ô¦a¡A¦o¨«¹L¹ï¦b¬~º°¼Ñ¤W±ªºÃè¤l©Ð¶¡¨Ã¥B¨nµÛ¦oªºÁy¬Ý¡C
How could she have been so foolish? Mark and Ken were two different people,
more than evident in the way Mark carried himself--more educated, more
refined than Ken in some respects. More cautious. Ken would fly a plane
upside down through an overpass for the sheer thrill of it. And yet...
yet he was still terrified of a relationship. With her. / ¦p¦ó¦o¥i¥H¤w¸g¬O¦p¦¹·MÄø¶Ü?
°¨§J©MªÖ®¦¬O¤GÓ¤£¦Pªº¤H, §ó¦hªº¶W¹LÅãµÛªº¦b°¨§JÄâ±a¤F¥L¦Û¤vªº¤è¦¡¤¤--§ó¨ü¹L±Ð¨|ªº,¤ñ¤@¨Ç¤è±ªºªÖ®¦§óºë·Ò¡C §óÂÔ·Vªº¡C ªÖ®¦±N·|¬°¥¦ªºµ´¹ï¾_ŸÄA˸g¹L¤@ӤѾô¸¤@Ó¸¾÷¡C
¦Ó¥B¤´µM¡C¡C¡C µM¦Ó¥LÃö«Y¤´µM³QÅåÀ~¡C ÂǥѦo¡C
Back in the elevator, Mark had lectured her as if they were on a mission
together. Still that leader's tone. Still that wall, that barrier that
left them both unfathomable to her. / ¦b¹q±è¤¤¦^,°¨§J¤w¸g¤@°_ºtÁ¿¦o¦n¹³¥L̦b¤@Ó¥ô°È¤W¡C ¨Ï¨º¤@¦ì»â³Sªº©ú·t¦wÀR¡C
¨Ï¨º¤@±Àð¾À¡A¨º¤@Ó¹ï¦o¯d¤U¥L̨âÓÃø´úªº»Ùê¦wÀR¡C
She stared at herself in the mirror, at a graceful, muscular body and
a face a famous fashion designer had once personally said was model material.
At her nightclub, on the stage and on the dance floor, she had broken
men's hearts. Why does he shove me away? Am I such a horrible woman? /
¦o¦bÃè¤l¤¤¨nµÛ¦o¦Û¤v¬Ý,¦b¤@ÓÀu¬üªº, ¦Ù¦×ªº¨Åé¡A¦Ó¥B¤@Ó¥X¦Wªº¬y¦æ³]pªÌ´¿¸g¿Ë¦Û¦a¤w¸g»¡ªº¬O¼Ò½dªº§÷®Æ¡C ¦b¦oªº©]Á`·|¡A¦b¶¥¬q©M¸õ»R¦aªO¤W¡A¦o¤w¸g¶Ë¨k¤Hªº¤ß¡C
¥L¬°¤°»ò±ÀÀ½§ÚÂ÷¶}? §Ú¬O¤@Ó¦p¦¹¥i©Èªº¤k¤H¶Ü?
She wished she could ask someone. Jinpei would blow it off with a joke,
Ryu would blush and stammer. Nambu... he would just stare at her, confused.
And that was the extent of her social circle now that they were stationed
deep beneath the ocean's surface. Joe, he might have said something along
the lines of, "Don't be silly. Ken's just an idiot." How she
wished she could hear him say it now, but Joe was just a memory, a shadow
on the wall that had been cast by someone else. / ¦oÄ@¤F¦o¥i¥H°Ý¬Y¤H¡C Jinpei ±N·|¥H¤@Ó¯º¸Ü§â¥¦§j¨«,Ryu
±N·|Áy¬õ¦Ó¥B¤f¦Y¡C Nambu¡C¡C¡C ¥L±N·|¶È¶È¨nµÛ¦o¬Ý,²V¶Ã¡C ¦Ó¥B¨º²{¦b¬O¦oªºªÀ·|¶ê°éªº½d³ò¥L̦b¤j®üªºªí±¤§¤U³Q¦w¸m²`³B¡C ³ì, ¥LÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H»¡¬Y¨ÆªuµÛ½u,"
¤£¬O·MÄøªº¡C ªÖ®¦¥u¬O¤@Ó¥Õè¡C"¦o¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì , ¥L²{¦b»¡¥¦¡A¦ý¬O³ì¥u¬O°O¾Ð , ¦b¤w¸g³Q¨ä¥L¤H§ëªºÀð¾À¤Wªº¤@Ó¼v¹³¡A¦o¦p¦óÄ@¡C
Steam built up around the edges of the mirror, a frame closing in. Jun
toweled herself off, dressed in a nightie and retreated to bed, forcing
her eyes shut and her mind blank until sleep finally came. / »]®ð¦bÃè¤lªºÃä½t©P³ò«Ø¥ß,
¤@ÓÃö³¬ ªºÅé®æ¦b¡C ¨«¶}³Q¤â¤y¦o¦Û¤vªº¤»¤ë,¬ï nightie ¦Ó¥BºM°h©T©w, À£¢³QÃö¤Wªº¦o²´·ú©M¦oªº¤ßªÅ®æª½¨ìºÎ¯v³Ì«á¨Ó¡C
---
After eleven o'clock in the morning, Ken made his way upstairs to the
19th floor of the ISO building. Anderson had left him an ID that let him
access the elevators, and he'd left instructions with the guards that
Ken was free to go whenever he wanted. Breakfast had already been served,
gotten cold, and been removed while Ken slept in, so a ravenous Ken had
headed straight toward G-Force's kitchen, picking up an escort on his
way there from the elevator. / ¦b¦±á¤Q¤@ÂIÄÁ¤§«á¡AªÖ®¦¦b¼Ó¤W»s³y¥Lªº¤èªk¨ì°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´«Ø¿vª«ªº 19 ¼Ó¡C
³Q¦³ªº¦w¼w»¹¯d¤U¥L¤@ÓÅý¥L¦s¨ú¹q±èªº¨¥÷ÃÒ, ©M¥L¦³¥ªÃ䪺«ü¥O©MªÖ®¦¦³ªÅ¥hªº¦u½ÃµL½×¦ó®É¥L·Qn¡C ¦À\¤w¸g³QªA¨Í,«Ü´H§N, ¦Ó¥B³Q²¾°Ê·íªÖ®¦ºÎªº®ÉÔ¦b,¦]¦¹¤@Ó¯T§]ªêÃ`ªºªÖ®¦¤w¸g«e¶i¹ï©ó
G- ¤O¶qªº¼p©Ðª½½u, ¦b³~¤¤±q¹q±è¦b¨º¸Ì±µ¸ü¤@ÓÅ@°eªÌ¡C
Jason leaned against the door of the kitchen while Ken sat at the table
with a sandwich, soda and fruit. Arms characteristically folded, ankles
crossed as he maintained that impossible balance, Jason studied Ken. Between
bites, Ken studied him back, this apparition that seemed, for all intents,
to be living and breathing and thinking. / ·íªÖ®¦§¤¦b¦³¤T©úªv , Ĭ¥´©M¤ôªGªº®à¤l«eªº®ÉÔ¡A³Ç¥Íʾa¼p©Ðªºªù¡C
ªí¥Ü¯S©Ê¦aªZ¸ËºPÅ|, ·í¥LºûÅ@ªº®ÉÔ¡A¸}½ï¥æ¤e¤£¥i¯àªº¥¿Å,³Ç¥Í¾Ç²ß¤FªÖ®¦¡C ¦b«r¤§¶¡¡AªÖ®¦§â¥L¾Ç²ß¦^¨Ó,³o¤@Ó¦ü¥Gªº°,¹ï©ó©Ò¦³ªº·N¹Ï,
¦í¦Ó¥B©I§l¨Ã¥B«ä¦Òªº¡C
It's almost as if I've won the lottery. This is the jackpot--pick the
right five numbers and you get back your friend. / ¥¦´X¥G¦n¹³§Ú¤w¸g¾Æ±o¼ú¨é¡C ³o¬O²Ö¿n¼úª÷--
¬D¿ï¥¿½Tªº¤Ó¼Æ¦r¦Ó¥B§A¦^¨Ó§AªºªB¤Í¡C
Jason said, "Quit looking at me like that." / ³Ç¥Í»¡," Â\²æ¬Ý§Ú³ßÅw¨º".
Ken shrugged as he swallowed. "While you're satisfying yourself that
I'm for real, you haven't done much to prove yourselves to me." /
·í¥L§]ªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦ÁqªÓ¡C " ¦Û¤v¬Oº¡·Nªº¡A§Ú¬O¬°¯u¥¿ªº,§A¨S¦³¦h°µ¹ï§ÚÃÒ©ú§A̦ۤv".
Jason rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to do? I've got my driver's
license." / ³Ç¥Í±²¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C "§A·Qn§Ú°µ¤°»ò? §Ú¤w¸g±o¨ì§Úªº¾r¾pûªº°õ·Ó¡C"
Jason walked to the refrigerator and got some water while Ken ate more
of his sandwich. The weird hunger hadn't really abated since Ken had started
eating, and he'd begun to wonder if it would at all. Maybe he'd always
be hungry here, the way he always seemed to feel cold. / ·íªÖ®¦¦Y§ó¦hªº¥L¤T©úªvªº®ÉÔ¡A³Ç¥Í¨«¸ô¥h¹q¦B½c¦Ó¥B±o¨ì¤F¤@¨Ç¤ô¡C
¦Û±qªÖ®¦¤w¸g¶}©l¦Y¤§«á¡A©Ç²§ªºÄȾj¨S¦³¯uªº½w©M¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤w¸g¶}©lÃhºÃ¬O§_¥¦±N·|¥þµM¡C ¤]³\¥L¦³Á`¬OÄȾjªº³o¸Ì, ¤è¦¡¥LÁ`¬O¦ü¥Gı±o´H§N¡C
Princess and Tiny had entered the kitchen. "The Chief left word that
for now, we're to trust you, but only within our judgment." Princess
gave Ken a smile, the first real warmth since his arrival, and it made
his skin crawl. Princess and Jun, so alike--what if they had the same
unrealizable dreams? The girl sat across the table from him and rested
her chin on her hands. "He's leaving you with us while he returns
to his conference at Center Neptune for the rest of the day. I guess you're
legit after all." / ¤½¥D©M·¥¤pªº¤w¸g¶i¤J¼p©Ð¡C " ¥Dnªº¥ªÃä¦r¹ï©ó²{¦b¡A§ÚÌn«H¿à§A, ¦ý¬O¥u¦³¦b§Ú̪º§PÂ_¤O¸Ì±".
¤½¥Dµ¹¤©¤FªÖ®¦¤@Ó·L¯º¡A¦Û±q¥Lªº©è¹F¥H«á¯u¥¿ªº·Å·x²Ä¤@Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¨Ï¥Lªº¥Ö½§¦¨¬°ª¦¦æ¡C ¤½¥D©M¤»¤ë,¦p¦¹¬Û¦ü-- ¤°»ò¦pªG¥L̦³¤F¤@¼ËªºµLªk¹ê²{ªº¹Ú?
¤k«Ä¾î¹L§¤¤F¨Ó¦Û¥Lªº®à¤l¦Ó¥B¥ð®§¤F¦b¦oªº¤â¤W¦o¤U¤Ú¡C "·í¥L¹ï©ó¨º¤Ñªº¨ä¾lªÌ¦b¤¤¥¡ªº®ü¤ý¬P¦^¨ì¥Lªº·|ij®ÉÔ¡A¥L¥¿¦b©M§Ú̯d¤U§A¡C
§Ú²q´ú²¦³º§A¬O¦Xªkªº¡C"
Jason said, "I told him, we saw it happen--" / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"§Ú§i¶D¤F¥L,
§Ú̬ݨ£¥¦µo¥Í--"
Tiny said, "What if Spectra had beamed a clone down like Star Trek
or something?" / ·¥¤pªº»¡," ¤°»ò¦pªG³Q¦³¦³¼Ùªº¤U¨Ó¹³¬P¨¯Wªºªø³~®È¦æ¤@¼Ëªº¤@ӽƻsªºÀWÃЩάY¨Æ"?
"Maybe the Vulcan nerve pinch did something to your brain."
Jason huffed. "I think we'd have heard about it if something that
big was even in development." / "¤]³\ Vulcan ¯«¸g®º°µ¤F¬Y¨Æ¨ì§Aªº¸£"
¡C ³Ç¥ÍÀ~¡C " §Ú»{¬°¡A§Ú̦³¤w¸gÅ¥»¡¥¦¦pªG¬Y¨Æ¤jªº¬Æ¦Ü¦bµo®i¤¤".
"It's possible. Throw me an apple, Jason." Princess shrugged.
"But the Chief said it didn't happen that way, so I'm satisfied."
She caught the fruit Jason tossed her, and after a moment she tossed it
back. "Wash this off for me?" / "¥¦¬O¥i¯àªº¡C ¥á§Ú¤@ÓÄ«ªG¡A³Ç¥Í¡C"¤½¥DÁqªÓ¡C
"¦ý¬O»â³S»¡¤F¥¦¨S¦³¨º¼Ëµo¥Í¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Ú³Qº¡·N" ¡C ¦o®·®»¤F³Q§ëÂY¦oªº¤ôªG³Ç¥Í¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¤ù¨è¤§«á¦o§â¥¦§ëÂY¦^¨Ó¡C "
¬~³oÂ÷¶}¬°§Ú"?
"What am I, your personal slave now that Mark's not around?"
Jason had already gone to the sink. "I'm only indulging your fruit
habit this once." / "§Ú¬O§@¤°»òªº, §AªºÓ¤H¥£Áõ²{¦b¨º°¨§J¤£¦bªþªñ"? ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¥h¬~º°¼Ñ¤F¡C
"§Ú¥¿¦b¥u¦³Áa±¡©ó§Aªº¤ôªG²ßºD³o¤@Ó¤@¦¸" ¡C
Grinning at Ken, Princess said, "I'm eternally grateful." /
¦bªÖ®¦ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,¤½¥D»¡," §Ú¥Ã«í·PÁÂ".
Ken said, "So now that I'm 'trusted,' what does that mean?"
/ ªÖ®¦»¡," ¦p¦¹ªº²{¦b¥HP©ó§Ú¬O '«H¿àªº ,' ¤°»ò·N¿×"?
Tiny said, "I guess we can do whatever we normally would." /
·¥¤pªº»¡," §Ú²q´ú§Ú̯ॿ±`¦a°µ¤£½×¤°»ò§Ú̱N·|".
Jason said, "How about a workout?" / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"¤@Ó½m²ß«ç»ò¼Ë"?
Ken's pulse quickened. "That would be fine." / ªÖ®¦ªº¯ß»K¥[§Ö¡C "¨º±N·|¬O»@´Ú"
¡C
Jason gestured over his shoulder as he walked out of the kitchen. Before
he followed, Ken quickly finished the rest of his sandwich and put his
dishes in the sink. Above the sink was a laminated sign with the single
word: "THINK." Right over the soap dish, someone had put a yellow
Post-it with smeared letters that said, "THOAP." / ·í¥LÂ÷¶}¼p©Ðªº®ÉÔ¡A³Ç¥Í¦b¥LªºªÓ¤§¤W§@¤â¶Õ¡C
¥L¸òÀH¤§«e¡AªÖ®¦«Ü§Ö¦a§¹¦¨¤F¥Lªº¤T©úªvªº¨ä¾lªÌ¦Ó¥B§â¥Lªº½L¤l©ñ¤J¬~º°¼Ñ¡C ¦b¬~º°¼Ñ¤W±¬O¦³³æ¤@¦rªº¤@ÓÅ|¤ù²Å¸¹: "·Q".
¥¿½T¦a¦bªÎ¨m½L¤l¤§¤W¡A¬Y¤H¤w¸g¥Î¶îªº»¡«H¡A "THOAP" ©ñ¶À¦âªº«á¥¦¡C
Princess called after them, "I'll get Keyop when I'm done with my
apple." / ¨Ì¥LÌ©R¦Wªº¤½¥D,"·í§Ú»P§ÚªºÄ«ªG¤@°_°µªº®ÉÔ¡A§Ú±N±o¨ì Keyop" ¡C
In a slightly smaller gym than Ken was used to, Jason and Tiny transmuted,
so he did the same. One half of the gym contained assorted gymnastic equipment--rings,
a high bar, uneven bars, a balance beam--and a track encircled the whole
room. The larger, open space closer to them seemed to serve more as a
warm-up and free-form area. Jason had done only one or two stretches to
limber up before Tiny jumped him, and shortly they were involved in a
full-scale brawl. / ¦b¤@ӨǷL¤pªº«Ø¨©Ð¤¤¶W¹LªÖ®¦²ßºD©ó, ³Ç¥Í©M·¥¤pªº¨Ï,ÅܧΦ]¦¹¥L°µ¬Û¦Pªº¡C ¤@¥bªº«Ø¨©Ð¥]§t¤F°t¦XªºÅé¾Þ»ö¾¹--§Ù«ü¡A¤@®Ú°ª«×°s§a¡A¤£¥¶¶ªº°s§a,¥¿Å¥ú½u--¦Ó¥B¤@Óy¹DÀô¶¤F¾ãÓªº©Ð¶¡¡C
¤ñ¸û¾aªñ¥L̪º¤ñ¸û¤jªº, ¶}©ñªºªÅ¶¡¦ü¥G¤£¥u¬O¤@Ó·x¨¹B°Ê©M¦Û¥Ñ§ÎºAªº°Ï°ì¤@¯ë¦aªA¨Í¡C ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g°µ¥u¦³¤@©Î¤G¦ù®i¨Ï¬X³n¦b¥H«e¤W±·¥¤pªº¸õÅD¥L,¦Ó¥B¤£¤[¥LÌ°Ñ»P¤@¦¸¹êª«¤j¤pªºª§§n¡C
Watching, Ken smiled. Tiny nearly had Jason pinned several times. Jason
kept managing to escape. / ¬Ý,ªÖ®¦·L¯º¡C ·¥¤pªº´X¥GÅý³Ç¥Í¥Î°w§O¦í¦n´X¦¸¡C ³Ç¥ÍÄ~Äò³]ªk°k²æ¡C
On his own, Ken moved to the high bar and mounted it easily, then pulled
himself up to the top and stood scanning the gym. / ¾a¥L¦Û¤v¡A®e©ö¦a³Q·h¨ì°ª«×°s§a¦Ó¥B¸Ë¥¦ªºªÖ®¦,µM«áª½¨ì³»ºÝ©Ô¤F¥L¦Û¤v¦Ó¥B¯¸µÛ±½´y«Ø¨©Ð¡C
Jason found him on the bar and called out, "Do you do anything with
that birdstyle other than stand around looking impressive?" / ³Ç¥Í¦b°s§a¤Wµo²{¥L¨Ã¥B¤j¥s,"§A¦bªþªñ°£¤F»O¤l¤§¥~¥Î¨º
birdstyle °µ¥ô¦ó¨Æ¬Ý°_¨Ó¥O¤H¦L¶H²`¨è¶Ü"?
Ken leaped for Jason and Tiny, who scattered. Ken angled toward Jason,
in midair grabbing his bird saucer and hurling it toward the light switch
by the door. / ªÖ®¦¬°³Ç¥Í¸õÅD©M·¥¤pªº, ½Ö´²§G¡C ªÖ®¦¹ï©ó³Ç¥Í«ö¬Y¤@¨¤«×Âà°Ê, ¦b§ì¥Lªº³¾¯ùºÐ¦Ó¥B¥Î¤O§ëÂY¥¦ ªº¥bªÅ¤¤¤¤¹ï©óªùªº»´¶}Ãö¡C
With a shower of sparks, the lights died, engulfing the room in black.
The saucer returned to Ken's hand, and he leaped toward the ceiling to
make good his position. / ÂǥѤõªáªº¤@¦¸°}«B¡A¥ú¦º,§]¨S¶Â¦âªº©Ð¶¡¡C ¯ùºÐ¦^¨ìªÖ®¦ªº¤â¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¹ï©ó¤ÑªáªO¸õÅDµo°Ê¦n¥Lªº¦ì¸m¡C
Tiny's voice, a bit shaken, said, "Guys, we aren't supposed to do
damage to the room--" / ·¥¤pªºÁnµ¡A³Q·n°Êªº¤@ÂIÂI,»¡,"³Ã¥ë,§Ų́S³Q±À·Q°µ¹ï©Ð¶¡ªº¶Ë®` --"
Jason, his voice an imitation of Anderson's, thundered from nowhere, "That's
coming out of your allowance, young man!" / ³Ç¥Í , ¥LªºÁnµ¦w¼w»¹ªº¤@Ó¼Ò¥é,±qµL³B¥´¹p,"¨º¥¿¦b±q§Aªº¬z¶K¥X¨Ó,¦~»´ªº¨k¤H"!
A slow, tragic whistling reverberated in the gymnasium. / ºC,´dºGªº§j¤fï¦b°·¨©Ð¤¤¦^ÅT¡C
In the silence that followed, all three must have been changing positions,
gauging their opponents. Then, / ¦b¸òÀHªº¨HÀq¤è±, ©Ò¦³ªº¤T¤@©w´¿¸g§ïÅܦì¸m,ºë½Tp¶q¥L̪º¹ï¤â¡C µM«á,
"Sometimes five, sometimes one--the white shadow that slips in unseen--"
/ " ¦³®É¤, ¦³®É¤@-- ·Æ˪º¥Õ¦â¼v¹³¦b¥¼¨£¹Lªº--"
Jason's laughter sounded from one corner. "Ooh--does that scare the
baddies in your world?" Ken faced that direction only to hear the
gentle swish of Jason's wings--he'd moved again. When he listened intently,
he thought he might be able to hear whispers or faint breathing, but not
enough to determine Jason's and Tiny's locations. Belatedly, he'd realized
his mistake. Both his opponents would know this room in exacting detail.
In the dark, he hid himself, but at the cost of any knowledge or planning
he could have had. / ³Ç¥Íªº¯º±q¤@Ó¨¤¸¨Å¥¡C "Ooh--¦b§Aªº¥@¬É¤¤°µ¨ºÓÅå·W baddies"?
ªÖ®¦±¹ï¤F¨º¤@Ó¤è¦V¤£®Æ³º·|Å¥¨ì³Ç¥Íªº¯Í»H·Å©MªºÄBÄBÁn--¥L¦A¤@¦¸¦³²¾°Ê¡C ·í¥L¤@¤ß¤@·N¦aÅ¥ªº®ÉÔ, ¥L·Q¥L¥i¯à¯à°÷Å¥¨ì¦Õ»y©Î©ü³Ö©I§l, ¦ý¬O¤£¬O¥R¨¬¨M©w³Ç¥Í©M·¥¤pªº¦aÂI¡C
¿ð¨Ó¦a¡A¥L¦³¤F¸Ñ¤F¥Lªº¿ù»~¡C ¥Lªº¹ï¤â³£±N·|ª¾¹DV¨Dªº²Ó¸`³o¤@өж¡¡C ¦b¶Â·t¤¤¡A¥LÂäF¥L¦Û¤v, ¦ý¬O¦b¥ô¦óªºª¾ÃѶO¥Î©Îp¹º¥L¥i¥H¤w¸g¦³¡C
A slight scuffle across the room let him know Jason and Tiny were still
hunting each other as well, and Ken drew closer to the fray, crouching
beneath the balance beam and still clutching his bird saucer. He'd retracted
the blades--it would hit without injuring. / ¾î¹L©Ð¶¡ªº¤@Ó·L¤pªº²V¾ÔÅý¥L»{ÃѳǥͩM·¥¤pªº¤´µM¥¿¦b¤]Â\°Ê©¼¦¹,
¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦©Ô¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¨ìÄÌ°Ê,¦b¥¿Å¥ú½u¤§¤UÃÛ¤U©M¤´µM§ì¨c¥Lªº³¾¯ùºÐ¡C ¥L¦³ÁY¦^¤F¤M¾W--¥¦±N·|¤£»Ýn¶Ë®`´N¸I¼²¡C
Ken whistled again, but nothing happened. Were they waiting him out? He
returned to a perch on the ceiling, crouching on one of the support beams,
weapon remaining ready. / ªÖ®¦¦A¤@¦¸§j¤fï¡A¦ý¬O¨S¨Æµo¥Í¡C ¥LÌ¥¿¦bµ¥Ô¥X¥L¶Ü? ¥L¦^¨ì¦b¤ÑªáªO¤Wªº¤@®Ú´Ï¤ì,¦b¤ä«ù¥ú½u¤§¤@¤WÃÛ¤U,«O«ù²{ª÷
ªºªZ¾¹¡C
What are they expecting me to do? What would Mark have done? What would
I expect of Joe or Ryu? / ¥LÌ¥¿¦b´Á«Ý§Ú¤°»ò°µ? ¤°»ò°¨§J±N·|¤w¸g°µ¶Ü? §Ú±N·|³ì©Î Ryu ´Á«Ý¤°»ò?
The last was easiest--Joe would search for him while Ryu backed Joe up.
Joe would be expecting him to be on the ceiling, so Ken gingerly dropped
to the floor. Ryu would be covering Joe from near some sort of landmark.
Ken headed back toward the gymnastic equipment. He could feel the seams
in the mats, and that gave him a clue as to his location. Shortly he had
returned to the balance beam. / ³Ì«áªÌ¬O³Ì®e©öªº--·í Ryu ¤ä«ù³ìªº®ÉÔ¡A³ì±N·|´M§ä¥L¡C ³ì±N·|´Á«Ý¥L¦b¤ÑªáªO¤W¡A¦]¦¹¡AªÖ®¦¤p¤ßÁlÁl¦a°§C¨ì¦aªO¡C
Ryu ±N·|±q¦b³°¼Ðªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬ªºªþªñ¥]§tªº³ì¡C ªÖ®¦¹ï©óÅé¾Þªº»ö¾¹¦V«á¦a«e¶i¡C ¥L¥i¥H·Pı¹ÔªºÁ_¦X½u¡A¦Ó¥B¨ºÃö©ó¥Lªº¦aÂIµ¹¤©¤F¥L¤@Ó½u¯Á¡C
¤£¤[¥L¤w¸g¦^¨ì¥¿Å¥ú½u¡C
Again he thought he heard whispers, and that's when he realized, Tiny
and Jason weren't still pursuing each other. They were using their wrist
bands and carefully tracking him across the room. The only light in the
gym came from the seam beneath the door, and that wouldn't suffice to
find Jason's and Tiny's dark wings. His own, however--his own they might
be able to track if he accidentally got too near the light source. He'd
better subdue them quickly. / ¦A¤@¦¸¥L·Q¡A·í¥L¤F¸Ñªº®ÉÔ¡A¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F¦Õ»y¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¬O, ·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í¤£¤´µM¥¿¦b°l¨D©¼¦¹¡C
¥LÌ¥¿¦b¨Ï¥Î¥L̪º¤âµÃ¼Ö¹Î¦Ó¥B¤p¤ß¦a¾î¹L°lÂÜ¥L©Ð¶¡¡C °ß¤@ªº¥ú¦b«Ø¨©Ð¤¤¦bªù¤§¤U¨Ó¦ÛÁ_¦X½u¡A¦Ó¥B¨º±N¤£¨¬°÷µo²{³Ç¥Í©M·¥¤pªº¶Â·t¯Í»H¡C ¥L¦Û¤vªº,µM¦Ó--
¥L¦Û¤vªº¦pªG¥L°¸µM¦a¨ì¹F¤Ó¦b»´ªº¨Ó·½ªþªñ¡A¥LÌ¥i¯à¯à°÷°lÂÜ¡C ¥L³Ì¦n«Ü§Ö¦aÀ£¨î¥LÌ¡C
Ken sprang onto the top of the balance beam, and suddenly the beam shuddered
as a small projectile hit it. Ken took to the air again. That was close!
The gun whirred as the cable retracted, and Ken hurled his saucer, but
presently it returned to him untouched. A second projectile buzzed past
his ear, and Ken realized Tiny had shot his own cable gun. Grabbing one
of the beams on the ceiling, Ken whipped around and angled for the ground
where he thought Tiny had fired from. / ªÖ®¦¦b¥¿Å¥ú½uªº³»ºÝ¤§¤W¸õ¡A¦Ó¥B¬ðµM¥ú½u¾Ô·X¦p¤@Ó¤pªºµo®g¸I¼²¥¦¡C
ªÖ®¦¦A¤@¦¸³ß·RªÅ®ð¡C ¨º¬Oµ²§ô! ·í¹qÆlÁY¦^¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¥Î¤O§ëÂY¤F¥Lªº¯ùºÐ®ÉÔ¡Aºj§@©I©IÁn¡A¦ý¬O¥Ø«e¥¦¦^¨ì¥L¥¼Ä²¤Îªº¡C ²Ä¤GÓµo®gÅéµo¥X¶ä¶äÁn¤F¹L¥h¥Lªº¦Õ¦·¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¤F¸Ñ·¥¤pªº¤w¸g®gÀ»¥L¦Û¤vªº¹qÆlºj¡C
§ì¦b¤ÑªáªO¤Wªº¥ú½u¤§¤@, ªÖ®¦¹ï©ó¥L·Qªº¦a±Â½Âà¦Ó¥B«ö¬Y¤@¨¤«×Âà°Ê·¥¤pªº¤w¸gÂI¿U±q¡C
"Hey!" / "¶Ù"!
"Tag!" Ken shouted, but then the corner of the cape he had grabbed
slipped through his fingers, and when he dashed after his prey, he couldn't
find him again. Jason and Tiny had hidden once more, utterly silent. /
"ªþ¥HÅÒ±ø"! ªÖ®¦©I³Û, ¦ý¬OµM«áÌaªº¨¤¸¨¥L¤w¸g§ì¨ú±q¥Lªº¤â«ü·È¨«¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¦b¥Lªº³Q±°¹ªÌ¤§«á²rÂYªº®ÉÔ,¥L¥i¥H¤£¦Aµo²{¥L¡C
³Ç¥Í©M·¥¤pªº¤w¸g¦A¤@¦¸ÂõÛ,§¹¥þ¨HÀq¡C
This could go on all day! / ³o¾ã¤Ñ¥i¥HÄ~Äò!
"I have to admit," Jason said, almost directly above Ken, "I
expected better." / "§Ú¥²¶·©Ó»{",³Ç¥Í»¡, ´X¥Gª½±µ¦a¦bªÖ®¦¤W± ",§Ú´Á±æ§ó¦h".
"You haven't beaten me." / "§A¨S¦³Ãø˧Ú" ¡C
"I can say the same about you." Jason laughed, and his wings
swished again. Ken bolted for the side of the nearest wall, then held
his bird saucer up, ready to throw. / "§Ú¯àÃö©ó§A»¡¤@¼Ëªº" ¡C ³Ç¥Í¯º¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¯Í»H¦A¤@¦¸±aµÛÜÛÜÛÁn´§°Ê¡C
ªÖ®¦¬°³ÌªñªºÀð¾ÀÃ䬦í, µM«á¦V¤W®³µÛ¥Lªº³¾¯ùºÐ,¹w³Æ¥á¡C
That was when Princess opened the door, casting a bar of light into the
darkened gym and giving all three a hint of one another's positions. Two
cable guns and the bird saucer fired simultaneously, and each birdstyle
flared open as the fighters took wing. Ken tackled Tiny, knocking him
from the air. Jason slammed into Ken's side, but not before Ken's bird
saucer had returned to him. Ken swiveled enough to get Jason into the
line of fire as the Condor leaped backward with a fling of his arm, and
Ken's saucer smacked into Jason's chest. / ¨º¬O·í¤½¥D¥´¶}¤Fªù,§ë¥úªº¤@®Ú°s§a¶i³Q§Ë·tªº«Ø¨©Ð¦Ó¥Bµ¹©Ò¦³ªº¤TÓ¤Ö¶qªº©¼¦¹¦ì¸m¡C
·í°«¤h±a¤F¯Í»Hªº®ÉÔ¡A¤G°¦¹qÆlºj©M³¾¯ùºÐ¦P®É¦aÂI¿U¡A¦Ó¥B¨C birdstyle ·n¦²¤F¤½¶}¡C ªÖ®¦³B²z·¥¤pªº,ºV±qªÅ®ð¥L¡C ³Ç¥Í²rµM¦a¼²¶iªÖ®¦ªº¨Ãä,
¦ý¬O¤£¦bªÖ®¦ªº³¾¯ùºÐ¤§«e¤w¸g¦^¨ì¥L¡C ·í¨rÆN¥H¥Lªº¤âÁu§ëÂY¦V«á¦a¸õÅD¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦ªº¯ùºÐ¶i¤J³Ç¥Íªº¯Ý¤§¤º¦³¨ý¹Dªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦¨¬°÷±ÛÂધ¨ú³Ç¥Í¶i¤õ½u¤§¤º¡C
They landed in a heap. Ken said, "Gotcha." / ¥LÌ°¸¨¦b°ï¡C ªÖ®¦»¡,"Gotcha".
Jason had already sprung to his feet, mouth open to speak before he'd
actually decided what to say, and finally he folded his arms and huffed,
turning aside. "You're good. Almost as good as Mark." / ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¸õ¨ì¥Lªº¸}¤F,¦b¥L±N·|¹ê»Ú¤W¨M©w¸Ó»¡¤°»ò¤§«e
, ¼L¥´¶}»¡¡A¦Ó¥B³Ì«á¥LºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥BÀ~,¦b¤@ÃäÂà¡C "§A«Ü¦n¡C ´X¥G¹³°¨§J¤@¼Ëªº¦n¡C"
As Ken stepped aside, he felt his cape snag on a few rubber-tipped feather
shuriken caught in the edge, near his shoulders. Another six inches and
had the shuriken been real, Jason could have imbedded them in his heart.
/ ·íªÖ®¦¯¸¶}ªº®ÉÔ,¦b¥LªºªÓªþªñ¥L·Pı¤F¦bÃä½t¤¤³Q®·®»ªº¤@¨Ç¾ó¥Ö´£¥Üªº¦Ð¤ò shuriken ¤Wªº¥LÌa²Ê¿i¡C ¥t¥~¤»¦T¦Ó¥B°²¦p shuriken
¬O¯u¥¿ªº, ³Ç¥ÍÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H¦b¥Lªº¤ß¤¤¨Ï´¡¤J¥LÌ¡C
Tiny stood shakily. Princess said, "What the heck are you guys doing?"
/ ·¥¤pªºÅ¸§ÝµÛ¯¸¥ß¡C ¤½¥D»¡," ¤°»ò¤ì¬]¬O§A¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í°µ"?
Jason said, "Practicing. Can you go get the flashlight, apple-girl?"
/ ³Ç¥Í»¡,"½m²ß¡C ¯à§A¥h±o¨ì¤â¹qµ©¡AÄ«ªG-¤k«Ä?"
"Can't I just turn--oh, you wrecked it. Good going." / "
¤£¯à§Ú¶È¶ÈÂà--ªí¥ÜÅå³Y,§A¯}Ãa¤F¥¦¡C ¦n³B¥h¡C"
Jason laughed as the door closed with Princess' departure, and he made
his way back toward the hallway. "I have to admit, I guess, that
was fun. Even if," and here he stopped, then looked around and said,
"even if we're going to get our heads handed to us when the Chief
gets back." / ·íªù±µ¨ü Princess' Â÷¶}¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¹ï©ó¨«´Y§â¥Lªº¤èªk»s³y¦^¨Óªº®ÉÔ¡A³Ç¥Í¯º¡C "§Ú¥²¶·©Ó»{,§Ú²q´ú,¨º¬O¼Ö½ì¡C
§Y¨Ï,"¦Ó¥B¦b³o¸Ì¥L°±¤î, µM«á¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¦Ó¥B»¡ ",§Y¨Ï·í»â³S¦^¨Óªº®ÉÔ¡A§Ú̱Nn¹ï§ÚÌÅý§Ú̪ºÀY³Q¶Ç»¼¡C"
Tiny gave Jason a shove. "I'll just tell him it was your fault."
/ ·¥¤pªºµ¹¤©¤F³Ç¥Í±À¡C "§Ú±N¶È¶È§i¶D¥L¥¦¬O§Aªº¹L¥¢" ¡C
"Only if you want to be in a whole world of hurt, pal." / "¥u¦³·í¦pªG§A·Qn¬O¦b¶Ë®`ªº¤@Ó¾ãÓ¥@¬É¤¤,µ²¬°¤Í".
In the hallway, Ken picked off Jason's shuriken and retrieved the saucer.
Jason had been inspecting the three rings that comprised it, brows furrowed.
"Mark's boomerang has more style." / ¦b¨«´Y¤¤¡AªÖ®¦¨«¶}¬D¿ï³Ç¥Íªº shuriken
¦Ó¥B¨ú¦^¤F¯ùºÐ¡C ³Ç¥Í¤w¸gÀˬd¤TÓ¥]§t¤F¥¦ªº§Ù«ü,¬Ü¤ò²p¡C "°¨§Jªº¦^¸´Î¦³§ó¦hªº·®æ" ¡C
"I don't have mine any longer--not since--" but Ken stopped.
"Not since the first war ended." / "§Ú¦A¨S¦³§Úªº-- ¤£¦Û±q-¥H«á-"¦ý¬OªÖ®¦°±¤î¡C
" ¤£¦]¬°²Ä¤@Ó¾Ôª§µ²§ô".
As they walked down the hall, Jason shrugged. "Suit yourself. It
seems to work about the same as Mark's." / ·í¥L̨«¸ô¤U¨ÓªùÆUªº®ÉÔ,³Ç¥ÍÁqªÓ¡C "¾A¦X§A¦Û¤v¡C
¥¦¦ü¥G¤u§@Ãö©ó¬Û¦P©ó°¨§J¡C"
"Why're we going to the Chief's office?" Tiny said. / "
Why're §ÚÌ¥h»â³Sªº¿ì¤½«Ç"? ·¥¤pªº»¡¡C
"I want to see if we can get maintenance up here before he notices
the electrical difficulties." Jason pulled his cape tighter around
himself. "The less he knows, the better for us." / "¦pªG¦b¥Lª`·N¹qªº§xÃø¤§«e
, §Ú̯àÅýºûÅ@µn¤W³o¸Ì¡A§Ú·Qn¬Ý¨£" ¡C ³Ç¥Í¦b¥L¦Û¤v©P³ò©Ô¤F¤ñ¸ûºòªº¥LÌa¡C " ¤ñ¸û¤Ö¶q¥Lª¾¹D, ¤ñ¸û¦n¤H¬°§ÚÌ".
Jason looked up the number and put in the request with Sheryl, President
Kane's secretary, laughing it off and suggesting the destruction had been
part of a legitimate training exercise gone awry, "testing a new
weapon that apparently needs some guidance." While he did that, Ken
looked over some of the files on Anderson's desk. / ³Ç¥Í©M³··ç¨à¡A³Í®¦Á`²Î¯¦®Ñ¬d¼Æ¦r¦Ó¥B´£¥X½Ð¨D,¨«¶}¯º¥¦©M«Øij¯}Ãa¤w¸g¬O¦Xªkªº°V½m³¡¥÷¬n±×¦a¤£¨£¤Fªº½m²ß¡A¹Á¸Õ¤@ÓÅãµM¦a»Ýn¤@¨Ç«ü¾Éªº·sªZ¾¹¡C
¥L°µ¤F¨º¡A¤£¹LªÖ®¦ÂsÄý¦b¦w¼w»¹ªº®Ñ®à¤Wªº¤@¨ÇÀɮסC
"You know," he said to Tiny, "I recognize this mech."
/ "§Aª¾¹D", ¥L»¡·¥¤pªº ",§Ú»{Ãѳo mech".
"It's not really a mech...yet," he said. "All right, we're
not sure. We think that's what they're building there." / "¥¦¤£¯uªº
mech ¡C¡C¡C¤´µM,"¥L»¡¡C "¦nªº,§Ṳ́£½T©w¡C §ÚÌ»{¬°¨º¬O¥LÌ©Ò¥¿¦b¨º¸Ì«Ø¿vªº¡C"
"No, I know exactly what it is." Ken pointed out the various
features. "It's something like a jellyfish. It's going to attack
and destroy one of the cities where...do you guys have a Mantle Project?"
/ "¤£¡A§Ú§¹¥þª¾¹D¥¦¬O¤°»ò" ¡C ªÖ®¦«ü¥X¦UºØ¤£¦Pªº¯S¼x¡C "¥¦¬O¬Y¨Æ¦PÃþ¤@±ø¤ô¥À¡C ¥¦¥¿¦b¥h§ðÀ»¦Ó¥B¯}Ãa«°¥«¤§¤@¦bþ¸Ì¡C¡C¡C§A¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í¤@Ó¦a²[¤w¸gpµe¶Ü¶Ü?"
Both shook their heads. Ken shrugged. "Anyhow, in our universe, it
attacked and destroyed a progressive, high-tech city that was essentially
pollution free. When we fought it, we couldn't even make a dent in it,
so we used firebird effect. Unfortunately, that was exactly what Katse
wanted, and we were nearly destroyed. The GodPhoenix was out of commission
for better than two weeks, and all the while that stupid mech raged free.
The media gave us all kinds of hell. When they rebuilt our vehicles, we
finally had personal weapons onboard them, but that was the only good
thing to come of it. If we'd had the chance to destroy this before it
had gotten fully armored and operational--" Ken's eyes glinted, "--it
would have been a totally different story." / ¨âªÌ³£·nÀY¡C ªÖ®¦ÁqªÓ¡C "µL½×¦p¦ó¡A¦b§Ú̪º¦t©z¤¤¡A¥¦§ðÀ»¦Ó¥B¯}Ãa¤F¤@ӧﲽתÌ,¥»½è¤W¬O¦Ã¬Vªº°ª¬ì§Þ«°¥«ÄÀ©ñ¡C
·í§ÚÌ¥´¥M¤F¥¦ªº®ÉÔ,§Ṳ́£¥i¥H¬Æ¦Ü¦b¥¦¸Ì±»s³y¤@Ó¥W²ª¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Ų́ϥΤFª÷§W³¾®ÄªG¡C ¤£©¯¦a¡A¨º§¹¥þ¬O Katse ©Ò·Qnªº¡A¦Ó¥B§ÚÌ´X¥G³Q¯}Ãa¡C
GodPhoenix ¬°¤ñ¤GÓ¬P´Á , ©M©Ò¦³ªº¤@·|¨à¦nªº³Qµo«ãªº·MÄø mech ÄÀ©ñ¶W¥X©eû·|¡C ´CÅéµ¹¤©¤F§Ú̦UºØªº¦aº»¡C ·í¥L̦A«Ø³y§Ú̪º¨®½ø®ÉÔ,§Ú̳̫ᦳӤHªºªZ¾¹¦bªO¤l¤W¥LÌ,
¦ý¬O°ß¤@ªº¦n¨Æª«¨Ó¦Û©ó¥¦¡C ¦pªG¦b¥¦¤w¸g§¹¥þªZ¸Ë©M¾Þ§@¤F¤§«e , §Ú̦³¦³¤F¾÷·|¯}Ãa³o--"ªÖ®¦ªº²´·ú°{Ä£ ",--¥¦´N·|¬O¤@Ó§¹¥þ¤£¦Pªº¬G¨Æ¡C"
"We've always had personal weapons on the vehicles. What kind of
idiocy would keep you from having them in the first place?" Jason
squinted at him. "You think you can get the Chief to authorize us
to make a preemptive strike on that sucker?" / "§ÚÌÁ`¬O¤w¸g¦³¦b¨®½ø¤WªºÓ¤HªZ¾¹¡C
¥Õè±N·|¨Ï§A¤£º¥ý¦³¥L̤°»òÃþ«¬ªº?"³Ç¥Í¦b¥L¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´¡C "§A»{¬°§A¯àª§¨ú»{¥i§Ų́Ϥ@Ó¥ý¶Rªº¦¨¬°¦b¨º¤@Ó§lºÞ¤Wªº½}¤u»â³S"?
Tiny said, "That planet's out of Federation jurisdiction. If we go,
it might cause all sorts of interplanetary hand-wringing. I don't know."
/ ·¥¤pªº»¡,"±qÁp¨¹¥qªkÅvªº¨º¦æ¬P¡C ¦pªG§ÚÌ¥h,¥¦¥i¯à¤Þ°_©Ò¦³ªº¦æ¬P¶¡ªº¤â-ºò¶K¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¡C"
Princess and Keyop had shown up in the doorway. "What are you guys
destroying this time?" / ¤½¥D©M Keyop ¤w¸g¦bªù¤f¥X²{¡C " §A¬O§@¤°»òªº¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í³o¦¸¯}Ãa"?
"Diplomatic policy," Jason said to her, then returned his stare
to Ken. "We should head out there, if you're sure." / "¥~¥æªº¬Fµ¦",³Ç¥Í¹ï¦o»¡,
µM«áÂkÁÙ¥Lªºª`µøµ¹ªÖ®¦¡C "§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó¦b¨º¸Ì¥Xµo, ¦pªG§A½T©w".
Princess said, "Seriously, what's going on?" / ¤½¥D»¡,"ÄY«¦a,
¤°»ò¥¿¦bÄ~Äò"?
Tiny said, "Ken said that's a mech in the formative stages."
/ ·¥¤pªº»¡,"ªÖ®¦»¡¤F¨º¬O§Î¦¨ªº¶¥¬q mech" ¡C
"It'll be far easier to destroy it now before it's operational."
Ken had a light in his eyes. / " ¦b¥¦¬O¾Þ§@ªº²{¦b¤§«e¯}Ãa¥¦±N¬O¬Û·í®e©öªº". ªÖ®¦¦³¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¤@Ó¥ú¡C
"We don't have permission yet, do we?" Keyop said. / "§Ṳ́´µM¨S¦³³\¥i,§Ṳ́£¶Ü"?
Keyop »¡¡C
"Why should we wait for permission?" Ken chuckled. "Let's
just ask forgiveness later." / "§Ú̬°¤°»òÀ³¸Óµ¥Ô³\¥i"? ªÖ®¦¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C "
Åý§Ú̶ȶȵy«á°Ý¼e®¤".
Jason burst out laughing. "I like this guy! This is what Mark should
have been--I say we go for it!" / ³Ç¥ÍÃzµõ¥X¯º¡C "§Ú³ßÅw³o¤@ӳåë! ³o¬O¤°»ò°¨§JÀ³¸Ó¬O--§Ú»¡§ÚÌ¥h®³¥¦!"
Tiny and Princess looked over the picture. "How many did you say
this machine killed in your universe?" Tiny asked. / ·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B¤½¥DÂsÄý·Ó¤ù¡C
"§A¬O»¡³o¤@³¡¦b§Aªº¦t©z¤¤³Q±þªº¾÷¾¹¦h¤Ö"? ·¥¤pªº°Ý¡C
Ken said, "About half a million. There were billions of dollars in
damage." / ªÖ®¦»¡,"Ãö©ó¤@¥bªº¦Ê¸U¨Æ¡C ¦³·l®`ªº¼Æ¤Q»õ¤¸¡C"
Keyop whistled. / Keyop §j¤fï¡C
Princess said, "Then we ought to go. No question." / ¤½¥D»¡,"µM«á§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó¥h¡C
¨S¦³°ÝÃD¡C"
Jason hit Ken on the back. "March on, fearless leader!" / ³Ç¥Í¸I¼²¦bI±¤WªºªÖ®¦¡C
" ¤T¤ë¦b,¤§¤W¤jÁxªº»â³S"!
"You'd better take the lead until we get to the Phoenix," Ken
said with a laugh. "I'm not sure where you've got her docked."
/ "§A³Ì¦n±aÀYª½¨ì§Ų́ì¹F»ñ°Ä«°",ªÖ®¦¥H¤@Án¯º»¡¡C "§Ú¤£½T©w§A¤w¸g¨Ï¦o°±ªyþ¸Ì" ¡C
---
Mark awoke to a steady, familiar beeping. Opening his eyes to slits, he
brought his wrist in front of his face to see the light flashing on his
wristband. A glance beyond the bracelet to the dim tiles on the ceiling,
and instantly he knew where he was--so the bracelet worked here as well.
Too cold and weary to change for bed, he'd fallen asleep in his street
clothes, huddled tightly beneath the comforter on Ken's bed, and he found
he felt cold even now. / °¨§J¹ï©wºA¡A¼ô±xªº¹Í¹ÍÁn³ê¿ô¡C ¨Ï¥L»{²MµõÁ_,¥L¦b¥LªºÁy¤§«e±a¤F¥Lªº¤âµÃ¬Ý¨£¦b¥Lªº³S¤f¤Wªº»´°{Ã{¡C
¤@¿h¶W¹L¤âÅN¨ì¦b¤ÑªáªO¤Wªº·t²H¥Ë¤ù¡A¦Ó¥B¥ß§Y¦a¥Lª¾¹D¤F¥L¦bþ¸Ì--¦]¦¹¤âÅN¤]¦b³o¸Ì¤u§@¡C ¤Ó´H§Nªº©M¯hªº¬°§É§ïÅÜ,¥L¤w¸g¦b¥Lªºµó¹D¦çªAºÎµÛ,
±ÀÀ½ºòºò¦a¦bªÖ®¦ªº§É¤W¦w¼¢ªº¤H¤§¤U¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lµo²{¥L¬Æ¦Ü²{¦bı±o´H§N¡C
Yawning, he thumbed the bracelet. "Mark here." / ¥´«¢¤í,¥L¥H©æ«ü¼·§Ë¤F¤âÅN¡C
"¦b³o¸Ìªº°¨§J".
"Mark," Dr. Nambu's voice. "I want you and the others to
assemble in my office in thirty minutes." / "°¨§J",Nambu's
³Õ¤hÁnµ¡C "§Ú·Qn§A©M¨ä¾lªÌ¦b¤T¤Q¤ÀÄÁ¤¤¦b§Úªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¶°¦X" ¡C
"Yessir." The flashing stopped. / "Yessir". °{Ã{°±¤î¡C
Though the light outside--or lack thereof--told him nothing, the clock
beside the bed read 8:30 AM. He'd last remembered being awake at ten the
previous night, yet he felt like he hadn't slept at all. Yawning and rubbing
a hand across eyes that felt scratchy and dull, he pried the covers away
and climbed out of bed. Thirty minutes, enough time for a shower--a hot
shower--and maybe a chance to wake up. / ÁöµM¥~±ªº¥ú-- ©Î¯Ê¥FÃö©ó--§i¶D¤F¥L¨S¨Æ,¦b§É®ÇÃ䪺®ÉÄÁŪ¦¤W
8:30 ¡C ¥L³Ì«á¤w¸g°O±o¤w¸g¦b¤QÂIÄÁ¿ô«e¤@Ó©]±ß,µM¦Ó¥L¤@ÂI¤]·Pı¹³¥L¨S¦³ºÎ¡C ¥´«¢¤í¦Ó¥BÀ¿¾î¹Lı±o¼ã¯óªº©M¿ð¶wªº²´·ú¤@°¦¤â, ¥L¥´Å¥±»Å@¤§»·¦Ó¥B«æ¦£¦a²æ¤U§É¡C
¤T¤Q¤ÀÄÁ, ¥R¨¬ªº®É¶¡¹ï©ó¤@¦¸°}«B--¤@¦¸¼öªº°}«B-- ©M¤]³\¤@Ó¾÷·|¿ô¨Ó¡C
He stood under the spray for nearly fifteen minutes, hot water cranked
to full, steam billowing in the tiny stall. Jason wouldn't have let this
go without a comment, since Mark and the others prided themselves on short
showers with reasonable temperature levels. But the hot water had its
desired effect, unstiffening muscles and finally waking him up. He found
a hair dryer in a drawer and the heat from that finally dissipated the
steam on the mirror. The face that stared at him in the mirror was pale
and very young. / ¥L¬°±Nªñ¤Q¤¤ÀÄÁ¦b¤ôªá¤§¤U¯¸¥ß,¼öªº¤ô¹ï¥þ³¡¡A»]®ðªº¦b·¥¤pªº³fÅu¤¤¬¤´éµÊ®ð¼ÉÀꪺ¡C ³Ç¥Í¤£·|Åý³o¤£»Ýn¤@Ó·N¨£´N¥h,¦]¬°°¨§J©M¨ä¾lªÌ¥H¦X²zªº·Å«×¤ô·Ç¦bµu°}«B¤W¥H¥L̦ۤv¦Û»¨¡C
¦ý¬O¼öªº¤ô¥¦»Ýn®ÄªG,¨Ï¦Ù¦×¤£°íµw©M³Ì«á¥s¿ô¥L¡C ¥Lµo²{¨Ó¦Û¦bÃè¤l¤Wªº³Ì«á¨H°g©ó°s¦â»]®ðªº©â±P©M¼öªº¤@ÓÀY¾v°®¦ç¾÷¡C ¦bÃè¤l¤¤¨nµÛ¥L¬ÝªºÁy¬O»a¥Õªº©M«D±`¦~»´ªº¡C
He thought he was early, but the others turned to look at him as he entered.
Jun's expression was unreadable. The other two looked thoughtful. Nambu
stood behind his desk, hands clasped behind his back. He looked like he'd
been pacing the floor before Mark entered. Without a word, Mark found
a chair and sat down. / ¥L·Q¥L¦¬O,¦ý¬O·í¥L¶i¤Jªº®ÉÔ¡A¨ä¾lªÌ·Ç³Æ¬Ý¥L¡C ¤»¤ëªºªí¹F¬OµLªkŪ¨úªº¡C ¥t¥~¤G¬Ý°_¨Ó²`«ä¡C
Nambu ¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à«á±¯¸¥ß,¤â¦b¥LªºI³¡«á±¦©ºò¡C ¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¥L¤@¼Ë¤w¸g¿â¨B¦aªO¦b°¨§J¶i¤J¤§«e¡C ¨S¦³¤@Ó¦r¡A°¨§Jµo²{¤F¤@±i´È¤l¦Ó¥B§¤¤U¡C
"This has been an unusual chain of events," the Professor said,
as if continuing a conversation interrupted by his arrival. "But
given the circumstances, we can only proceed. While we examine our predicament,
a war rages on. Gallactor continues with the construction of their base
beneath the Atacama Desert. They've proceeded with more weapons tests,
and we still don't know its purpose. Our best course of action at this
point is to continue as if nothing has happened--" / "³o¤w¸g¬O¨Æ¥óªº¤£´M±`ªºÃì",±Ð±Â»¡,
¦n¹³Ä~Äò³Q¥Lªº©è¹F¥´Â_ªº¥æ½Í¡C " ¦ý¬Oµ¹Àô¹Ò,§Ṳ́~¯àµÛ¤â¶i¦æ¡C §Ú̽լd§Ú̪ºª¬ºA¡A¤£¹L¤@Ó¾Ôª§µo«ã¦b¤§¤W¡C Gallactor
¦b Atacama ¨Fºz¤§¤UÄ~Äò¥L̪º°ò¦«Ø¿v¡C ¥L̤w¸gÄ~Äò§ó¦hªºªZ¾¹´ú¸Õ¡A¦Ó¥B§Ṳ́´µM¤£ª¾¹D¥¦ªº¥Øªº¡C ¦æ°Êªº§Ú̳̦nªº½Òµ{¦¹®É¬OÄ~Äò¦n¹³¨S¨Æ¤w¸gµo¥Í--"
Jinpei gasped. "But--" / Jinpei ³Ý®ð¡C "¦ý¬O--"
"Yes, I realize something has happened." Nambu waved him down.
"But as far as we know, our enemies aren't aware of that. They won't
perceive any weakness caused by Ken's absence." He glanced at Mark.
"And there's no reason they should. Mark has the fighting ability.
He'll only need to maintain a lower profile. And while I realize he is
accustomed to leading his team, his lack of experience is a liability,
so Mark, you'll be in the position to strategize, but you'll defer to
Jun." / "¬Oªº¡A§Ú¤F¸Ñ¬Y¨Æ¤w¸gµo¥Í" ¡C Nambu §â¥L´§»R¤U¨Ó¡C "¦ý¬O´N§ÚÌ©Òª¾¹D¡A§Ú̪º¼Ä¤H¤£ª¾¹D¨º¡C
¥ḺN¤£·Pı¥ÑªÖ®¦ªº¯Ê®u©Ò¤Þ°_ªº¥ô¦ó®zÂI¡C"¥Lª`µø°¨§J¡C " ¦Ó¥B¨S¦³¥LÌÀ³¸Ó¨S¦³ªº²z¥Ñ¡C °¨§J¦³¾Ô°«¯à¤O¡C ¥L¥u±N»Ýnºû«ù¸û§Cªº´yø¡C
¦Ó¥B·í§Ú¤F¸Ñ¡A¥L²ßºD»â¥ý¥Lªº¤p²Õ®ÉÔ,¥Lªº¯Ê¥F¸gÅç¬O³d¥ô, ¦]¦¹°¨§J,§A±N¬O¦b¦ì¸m¤¤q©w¾Ô²¤¡A¦ý¬O§A±N©µ´Á¨ì¤»¤ë¡C"
Mark's jaw tightened. This had happened so quickly, so immediately beyond
his reach. "Do I have a choice?" / °¨§JªºÃE°Çºò¡C ³o¤w¸gµo¥Í¦p¦¹ªº§Ö,¦p¦¹ªº¥ß¨è¶W¹L¥Lªº½d³ò¡C
"§Ú¦³¿ï¾Ü¶Ü"?
"We're returning you to the site where the transfer took place. If
there is any way you'll get insight on how the switch happened and how
to reverse the process, this is the place. You'll approach the installation
the team reconned three days ago." / "§ÚÌ¥¿¦bÂkÁÙ§Aµ¹²¾°Êµo¥Íªº¦ì¸m¡C ¦pªG¦³§A±N±o¨ì¬}¹î¤Oªº¥ô¦ó¤èªk¦b¦p¦ó¤§¤Wµo¥Íªº¶}Ãö©M¸Ó¦p¦óÄA˵{§Ç,³o¬O¦a¤è¡C
§A±N±µªñ¦w¸Ë¦b¤T¤Ñ¥H«e³Q reconnaissance ªºÂ²ÁY¦rªº¤p²Õ¡C"
"All right." / "¦nªº" ¡C
"An unusual transmission was reported shortly before the transfer
took place, so your mission is to track down and analyze the source of
the transmission." Stooping, the professor reached into a drawer
in his desk, withdrew three flat metal boxes and placed them on the surface.
The boxes resembled small computer drives, bland beige in color, with
a string of red and green lights on one end and cables trailing from the
other. Jun turned one box over in her hands, inspecting it. "Aren't
these cute!" she said, sounding almost surprised. / "¤£´M±`ªº¶Ç¿é¦b²¾°Êµo¥Í¤£¤[¤§«e³Q³ø§i¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Aªº¥ô°È¬O°lÂܧä¨ì¨Ã¥B¤ÀªR¶Ç¿éªº¨Ó·½"
¡C Ås¤U,¶i¤J¥Lªº®Ñ®à¤@Ó©â±P¤§¤º³Q¨ì¹Fªº±Ð±Â,ºM¦^¤F¤TÓ¥©Zªºª÷ÄÝ»sªº²°¤l¦Ó¥B©ñ¥L̦bªí±¤W¡C ²°¤l¬Û¦ü¤F¤pªº¹q¸£¾r¨® , ÃC¦âªº·Å©M²L½Å¦â,
ÂǥѦb¤@ºÝ¤Wªº¤@³s¦ê¬õ¦â©Mºñ¿O¦Ó¥B±q¥t¤@Ó¥´®ü©³¹q³ø°lÂÜ¡C ³QÂà¤@ªº¤»¤ë¦b¦oªº¤â¤¤µ²§ô¤J²°¤¤,Àˬd¥¦¡C " ³o¨Ç¤£«Ü¥i·R"!
¦o»¡,´úÁè´ú±oªºµ²ªG´X¥G¦YÅå¡C
"These devices are capable of recording a range of disturbances,
from radio waves to airborne particles. They'll give us a clue as to the
nature and strength of the transmission. Your job will be to plant them
where they can do the most good. And here," he pressed a button and
a screen scrolled down behind him. "Is what our surveillance teams
have been able to ascertain so far." / "³o¨Ç¸Ë¸m¯à°÷°O¿ý¦hºØªºÂZ¶Ã, ±q¹qªi¨ì®ðÅ骬²É¤l¡C
¥ḺNÃö©ó¦ÛµM©M¶Ç¿éªº¤O¶qµ¹§Ṳ́@Ó½u¯Á¡C §Aªº¤u§@±N¬OºØ´Ó¥LÌ¥L̯à¦bþ¸Ì°µ³Ì¦nªº¡C ¦Ó¥B³o¸Ì,"¥L«ö¤F¤@Ó«ö¶s¡A¦Ó¥B¤@ӿùõ¦b¥L«á±±²°Ê¤U¨Ó¡C
"¬O§Ú̪ººÊµø¤p²Õ©Ò¤w¸g¯à°÷¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î½T©wªº" ¡C
---- "Does he always do that?" Mark asked as they trotted out
of the office and down the hall. Jinpei glanced up at him and Ryu said,
"Do what?" / ---- "¥LÁ`¬O°µ¨º¶Ü"? ·í¥Ļ֨B¨«Â÷¿ì¤½«Çªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J°Ý©M¤U¨ÓªùÆU¡C
Jinpei ¿h°{¦b¥L©M Ryu »¡¤W±," °µ¤°»ò"?
"That briefing. It was so... abrupt." / "¨º¤@¦¸Â²³ø¡C ¥¦¬O¦p¦¹¡C¡C¡C
¬ðµMªº¡C"
The boy grinned. "Yeah, that's Hakase. He's always two steps ahead,
and all we can do is just go, 'Yeah, uh-huh,' or 'Roger!' and figure it
out later." / ¨k«ÄÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C "¬Oªº,¨º¬O Hakase ¡C ¥LÁ`¬O¦V«e¦a¬O¤GÓ¨BÆJ, ©M¥þ³¡§Ú̯వ¶È¶È¥h,'¬Oªº
, uh- ó!,' ©Î 'ù³Ç!' ¦Ó¥B¼Æ¦r¥¦µy«á¦b¥~¡C"
Ryu elbowed him. "That's just the way you do it." / Ryu ¥Î¤â¨y±À¶}¤F¥L¡C
"¨º¥u¬O§A°µ¥¦ªº¤è¦¡" ¡C
Jinpei elbowed him back. "Oh please. You're more clueless than I
am!" / Jinpei §â¥L¥Î¤â¨y±À¶}¦^¨Ó¡C " ®@½Ð¡C §A¬O¤ñ§Ú§ó·M²Â!"
Jun was already standing beside an open elevator. "If you don't mind,"
she snapped. / ¤»¤ë¤w¸g¦b¤@Ó¶}©ñªº¹q±è®ÇÃ䯸¥ß¡C "¦pªG§A¤£¤¶·N",¦o«rÂ_¡C
As they descended--Mark couldn't tell how many floors--Ryu frowned, and
said, "I just thought of something. We might need the vehicles, and
Mark's never flown the Eagle Sharp before. We oughta split up for the
first half of the trip so he can get a shot at it." / ·í¥LÌ°-- °¨§J¤£¥i¥H§i¶D¦h¤Ö¦aªO--Ryu
½K¬ÜÀY, ¦Ó¥B»¡,"§Úèè·Q¨ì¬Y¨Æ¡C §ÚÌ¥i¯à»Ýn¨®½ø , ©M±q¤£¦b¥H«e³Q¸ÆN°ª½Õªº°¨§J¡C §ÚÌ oughta ¤ÀÂ÷¦b¬°²Ä¤@Ó¤W±¤@¥bªº®È¦æ¦]¦¹¥L¯à±o¨ì¦b¥¦ªºª`®g¡C"
"That'll slow us down," said Jun, looking at the elevator controls.
/ "That'll ¨Ï§ÚÌ´îºC ",»¡¤F¤»¤ë,¬Ý¹q±è±±¨î¡C
"Is this a race?" Her head snapped up and she glared at Mark.
"Ryu has a point," he said. "We may not need it, but it's
one less risk, and we're not sacrificing much." You wouldn't want
me to be any more of a liability, would you? "At most, it would cost
us an hour." / " ³o¬O¤@Ó¤ñÁÉ"? ¦oªºÀY·m¥ý§Ë¨ì¤â¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¦b°¨§Jµo¯t¥ú¡C "Ryu
¦³ÂI",¥L»¡¡C "§Ṳ́£¥i¯à»Ýn¥¦¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¬O¤ñ¸û¤Öªº·ÀI¡A¦Ó¥B§Ų́S¦³¦b¦hÄ묹" ¡C §A±N¤£·Qn§Ú¦A¬O³d¥ô,¤£¬O¶Ü?
"³Ì¦h¡A¥¦±N·|ªá¶O§ÚÌ 1 ¤p®É" ¡C
The elevator halted and the doors opened on a short, darkened corridor
with a locked hatch at one end. Jun pressed her bracelet to the lock and
the hatch irised open, exposing a small room with five vertical glass
tubes. "This is the cool part," Jinpei said. / ¹q±è°±¤î¡A¦Ó¥B¦bµu¤W³Q¥´¶}ªºªù,
§Ë·t¨«´Y¤@¦b¤@ºÝÂ꿵¤f¡C ¤»¤ëÀ£¶i¦oªº¤âÅN¹ïÂê©M¿µ¤f irised ¤½¶},¥Î¤««ª½ªº¬Á¼þºÞ¼ÉÅS¤@Ó¤pªº©Ð¶¡¡C "³o¬O«Ü´Îªº³¡¥÷",Jinpei
»¡¡C
"I think the engineers were having too much fun with this. It's how
you get into the New GodPhoenix," Ryu said. "They said it also
keeps us out of the airlock and saves them the maintenance." Jun,
ignoring them, had already stepped into the third tube from the left and
slid the hatch shut behind her. A moment later, she disappeared. Mark
raised an eyebrow. / " §Ú»{¬°¡A¤uµ{®v¥¿¦b¦³¤Ó¦h¦³½ìªº¥Ñ©ó³o¡C ¥¦¬O§A¶i¤J·sªº GodPhoenix ªº¤è¦¡,"Ryu
»¡¡C "¥LÌ»¡¤F¥¦¤]¤£Åý§Ú̾aªñ airlock ©M±Ï´©¥L̺ûÅ@" ¡C ¤»¤ë,¤£²z¸B¥LÌ,¶i¤J¨Ó¦Û¿µ¤f¦b¦o«á±Ãö¤Wªº¥ªÃä©M
slid ªº²Ä¤TºÞ¤§¤º¤w¸g¦³½ñ¡C ¤@¤ù¨è¤§«á¡A¦o®ø¥¢¡C °¨§J¤É°_¤F¤@¹D¬Ü¤ò¡C
"That one's yours," Ryu said, pointing to the tube on the far
left. "See you on the ship!" / " ¨º¤@§Aªº",Ryu »¡,«ü¦V¦b»·ªº¥ªÃä¤WªººÞ¡C
"¦b²î¤W¬Ý¨£§A"!
Mark stepped into the tube, groped for the handle on the hatch, then slid
it closed and waited. A second later, the floor dropped beneath his feet,
and he flailed for balance. He found himself descending, not falling,
but couldn't tell how fast because he couldn't see past the darkness outside
the glass. Instinctively he brought his bracelet in close and transmuted,
and a moment after his wings flashed into place, his descent stopped.
The walls of the tube rose away from him, and Mark found himself standing
in a small, open cockpit in a confined space lit by red spotlights. /
¶i¤JºÞ¤§¤º½ñªº°¨§J,¬°¦b¿µ¤f¤Wªº¬`¥HºN¯Á´M§ä, µM«á slid ¥¦Ãö³¬¦Ó¥Bµ¥Ô¡C ¬íµy«á¡A¦aªO°§C¥Lªº¸}¤§¤U¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¬°¥¿Å¥Î³s{¥´¡C ¥Lµo²{¤F¥L¦Û¤v°¤£¸¨¤U,
¦ý¬O¤£¥i¥H§i¶D¦h§Ö¦]¬°¥L¦b¬Á¼þ¤§¥~¶V¹L¶Â·t¤£¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¡C ¥»¯à¦a¥L³Qµ¹¥Lªº¤âÅN±a¨Óµ²§ô¦Ó¥BÅܧΡA¦Ó¥B¶i¤J¦a¤è¤§¤º³Q°{²{ªº¥L¯Í»H«á¤ù¨è¡A¥Lªº°¸¨°±¤î¡C
ºÞªºÀð¾À¤W¤É»·Â÷¥L¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§Jµo²{¥L¦Û¤v¦b³Q¬õ¦âªºµJÂIµo«Gªº³Q¨îªºªÅ¶¡¤@Ó¤pªº, ¶}©ñªº¾r¾pû®y¿µ¤¤¯¸¥ß¡C
"Mark," Jun's voice came over the radio. "Are you in the
Eagle Sharp yet?" / "°¨§J", ¤»¤ëªºÁnµ¦b¦¬µ¾÷¤§¤W¨Ó¡C " ¾ã§A¦bÆN¤¤"?
"I suppose so." He looked around, seeing the smooth skin of
some sort of plane. / "§Ú³o»ò±À·Q" ¡C ¥L¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý,¬Ý¨£¸¾÷ªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬ªº¥·Æ¥Ö½§¡C
"There's a handle marked 'link exit.' Pull that to join us in the
main cockpit. We'll split up for flight practice later." A moment
later, Mark found himself seated in the command chair in the huge cockpit
where he'd first arrived after the switch, Ryu working busily at the helm.
He looked around at the confusing array of controls, instruments and flashing
readouts and longed for the solid simplicity of the Phoenix. / "
¦³³Q¼Ð¥Üªº¤@Ó¬` '³s±µ¥X¤f¡C'©Ô¨º¦b¥Dnªº¾r¾pû®y¿µ¤¤°Ñ¥[§ÚÌ¡C §Ú̱N¤ÀÂ÷¦b¦]¬°¸¦æµy«á½m²ß¤W±¡C" ¤@¤ù¨è¤§«á¡A°¨§J¦b«ü¥O¥L¦³º¥ý¦b¶}Ãö¤§«á¨ì¹Fªº·¥¤j¾r¾pû®y¿µ¡A¦b²ë¦£¸L¦a¤u§@
ªº Ryu ªº´È¤l¤¤µo²{¥L¦Û¤v³Q§¤¡C ¥L¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¦b±±¨î¡A¤u¨ã©M°{Ã{ªº§x´b±Æ¦C¸ê®Æ¸ÑªR¨Ã¥B´÷±æ»ñ°Ä«°ªº°íµw³æ¯Â¡C
They didn't take long to get under way, and Mark watched the screens silently
as the airlock opened outside and they moved away from G-Town. Ryu, with
a glance toward him, flicked a switch and one of the screens flashed a
view from one of the tail cameras, of G-Town receding behind them. Mark's
eyes widened at the scale--the new base had to be six times the size of
Center Neptune. As a matter of fact, the entire ISO tower could have fit
inside. / ¥L̨S¦³¤[®³¦b¤èªk¤§¤U±o¨ì¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¬Ý¿Ã¹õÀqÀq¦a·í airlock ¥´¶}¦b©M¤§¥~¥L̳Q±q G ²¾¶}-«°Âí¡C Ryu, ÂǥѤ@¿h¹ï©ó¥L,
»´¼u¤F¤@Ó¶}Ãö¦Ó¥B¿Ã¹õ¤§¤@°{²{¤F¨Ó¦Û¦b«á±ªº¬Û¾÷¤§¤@ªºµø³¥,G-¦b¥L̫ᱦV«á°h ªº«°Âí¡C °¨§Jªº²´·ú¦b¨è«×ÂX¤j--·sªº°ò¦¥²¶·¬O¤»¦¸¤¤¥¡ªº®ü¤ý¬Pªº¤j¤p¡C
¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A¾ãÓªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¶ð¥i¥H¦³¸Ì±ªº¾A©y¡C
"If you want," the pilot said, "You can punch up the specs
on the Eagle Sharp and get an early look. Jun, we gonna get any practice
in?" / "¦pªG§A·Qn",¸¦æû»¡ ",§A¯à¦bÆN°ª½Õ¤Wªº¸Ô²Ó»¡©ú®Ñ¤W±¥H®±«À»¨Ã¥B¦³¦ªº¯«±¡¡C
¤»¤ë, §ÚÌ¥h¦¬¶°¥ô¦óªº½m²ß?"
"After we clear the surface," came Jun's voice behind him. "We
can fly separately until we reach the coast." / "¦b§Ú̲M°£ªí±¤§«á",¨Ó¦b¥L«á±ªº¤»¤ëÁnµ¡C
"§Ú̯à¤À¶}ªº¸¡Aª½¨ì§Ų́ì¹F®ü©¤" ¡C
When they at last broke free of the ocean, Mark backtracked to Ken's plane.
Now able to take his time, he found the switch that turned up the lighting
in the G-1's compartment, and he walked around the strange, angular craft,
thankful that the others weren't around to see his expression. Spectra
is known for some strange mechs, he thought. But this has to be the weirdest
looking plane I've ever seen. / ·í¥L̳̫áÂ_±¼ªº®ÉÔ§K©ó¤j®ü,°¨§Jªð¦^¨ìªÖ®¦ªº¸¾÷¡C ¯à°÷±q®e¤£¢ªº²{¦b,¥Lµo²{§â
G-1 ªº·Ó©ú½Õ¤jªº¶}Ãö's °Ï¹º,¦Ó¥B¥L¦b©_©Çªº, ¦³¨¤ªº¸¾÷©P³ò¨«¸ô,·PÁªº¨ä¾lªÌ¤£¦bªþªñ¬Ý¨£¥Lªºªí¹F¡C ÀWÃгQ¥H¤@¨Ç©_©Çªº mechs
»D¦W,¥L·Q¡C ¦ý¬O³o¥²¶·¬O³Ì©Ç²§ªº¬Ý¥§Ú´¿¸g¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¡C
Fifteen minutes later, flying at twenty thousand feet and looking down
at the New GodPhoenix, Mark amended that. Jinpei's Swallow Helico darted
a few hundred feet from the massive, garishly painted nose of the mothership
. / ¤Q¤¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á,¥H¤G¸U§`¸©M©¹¤U¬Ý·sªº GodPhoenix,°¨§J×¥¿¤F¨º¡C Jinpei's ªº«|³ï Helico §ë®g¤F¨Ó¦ÛÃe¤jªÌªº¼Æ¦Ê§`,
¯tÄ£¦aµe mothership ªº»ó¤l¡C
"How do ya like the paint?" He could hear the smirk in Jinpei's
voice. / "ya ¦p¦ó³ßÅwªoº£"? ¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì Jinpei's ªºÁnµ¼H¼H¯º¡C
"Don't answer that," Ryu interrupted. "We're still campaigning
to get it stripped to primer grey." / " ¤£n¦^µª¨º",Ryu ¥´Â_¡C
"§Ṳ́´µM¥¿¦bÄv¿ï¬¡°ÊÅý¥¦³Q°£¥h¨ì¤Jªù®Ñ¦Ç¦â" ¡C
"Not that I blame you," Mark said. He tugged the yoke and the
plane responded instantly, pressing him hard into his seat. Ugly and unwieldy
as it was, the Sharp had a respectable amount of power that would take
some practice to master. He could handle a mission with this thing...
if he was very careful. / " ¤£¨º§Ú³d³Æ§A",°¨§J»¡¡C ¥L¥Î¤O©Ô¤F³m¡A¦Ó¥B¸¾÷¥ß§Y¦a¦^À³,¶i¤J¥Lªº®y¦ì¤§¤º§V¤O¦aÀ£¢¥L¡C
Áபº©M²Â«ªº·í¥¦¬Oªº®ÉÔ,°ª½Õ¦³¤Fȱo´L«¶qªº±N·|»Ýn¤@¨Ç½m²ß©ºªAªº¤O¶q¡C ¥L¥i¥H¥Î³o¤@¥ó¨Æª«³B²z¤@Ó¥ô°È¡C¡C¡C ¦pªG¥L«D±`¤p¤ß¡C
Jun called them back the moment the South American coastline appeared.
"From this point on, we need to keep a low profile." / ¤»¤ë§â¥LÌ¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¦^¨Ó¬ü°ê®ü©¤½u«n³¡¥X²{ªº¤ù¨è¡C
" ±q³oÂI¦b,¤§¤W§ÚÌ»Ýnºû«ù§Cªº´yø".
"Now there's a challenge," Mark said under his breath as he
took his seat. / "²{¦b¦³¬D¾Ô",·í¥L¦û¾Ú¤F¥Lªº®y¦ì®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J¦b¥Lªº©I§l¤§¤U»¡¡C
"We'll stay low and out of the radar path; thread along the mountains,
and drop off here." A map flashed into view on the forward screen,
and she pointed. "Hakase showed us a service entrance in the foothills.
We take the same entrance, then split up. Because we're restricted to
this one entrance, Jinpei will stay there." / " §Ú̱N°±¯d§C©M±q¹p¹F¸ô®|;
ªuµÛ¤s¬ï½u©ó, ¦Ó¥B¦b³o¸Ì´î¤Ö¡C"¤@±i¦a¹Ï¶i¤J¦b¦V«eªº¿Ã¹õ¤Wªºµø³¥¤§¤º°{²{, ©M¦o¦yªº¡C "Hakase µ¹§Ú̬ݤsÄS¤p¥Cªº¤@ÓªA°È¤J¤f¡C
§Ú̱Ĩú¬Û¦Pªº¤J¤f, µM«á¤ÀÂ÷¦b¤W±¡C ¦]¬°§Ú̳Q¨î¨ì³o¤@Ó¤J¤f,Jinpei ±N¦b¨º¸Ì°±¯d¡C"
"Aw, Oneechan--" "The base could be shielded, which would
block our radio calls to the New GodPhoenix," she snapped, glaring
at him. "And we might need someone to direct the autopilot to pick
us up." / "Aw,Oneechan--""°ò¦¥i¯à³Q¾B½ª, ±N·|ªý¶ë¹ï·sªº GodPhoenix
ªº§Ú̦¬µ¾÷©I¥s",¦o«rÂ_, °{Ä£ªº¦b¥L¡C "¦Ó¥B§ÚÌ¥i¯à»Ýn¬Y¤H«ü¥Ü¦Û¤Þ¥Ü±µ¸ü§ÚÌ" ¡C
"Why can't Ryu do it?" / "Ryu ¬°¤°»ò¤£°µ¥¦"?
"Because you're better at guard duty, and--why am I explaining this?
It's an order!" The boy backed off. / " ¦]¬°§A¬O¤ñ¸û¦nªº¦b¦u½Ã³d¥ô,©M-- §Ú¬°¤°»ò¸ÑÄÀ³o?
¥¦¬O¤@Ó¦¸§Ç!"¨k«Ä°h¥X¡C
Jun pointed to the center of the diagram, at something that resembled
a giant radar dish. "The generator is here, beneath what should be
the transmitter column. Ryu, Mark and I will take it in thirds. We'll
run the boxes for up to an hour, then get out. Meet back at the entrance
unless Jinpei says otherwise." The Swallow looked slightly pacified
at that. / ¦b¬Û¦ü¤F¤@ÓÃe¤jªº¹p¹F½L¤lªº¬Y¨Æ¤»¤ë«ü¦V¹Ïªíªº¤¤¤ß¡C "µo¹q¾÷¦b³o¸Ì,¦bÀ³¸Ó¬Oµo®g¾¹±MÄ檺ªF¦è¤§¤U¡C Ryu
¡A°¨§J©M§Ú±N®³¥¦¦b²Ä¤T¡C §Ú̱N¶]²°¤l¬°ª½¨ì 1 ¤p®É,µM«á°k¶]¡C °£«D Jinpei §_«h»¡¡A§_«h¦b¤J¤f¦V«á¦a¹J¨£¡C"«|³ï¨Ç·L¦a¦b¨º¬Ý¥ÀR¡C
"Got it," said Mark. The three of them returned to their seats
as Ryu began the craft's descent into the mountains. / "±o¨ì¤F¥¦",
°¨§J»¡¡C ·í Ryu ¶}©l¸¾÷ªº°¸¨¶i¤sªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L̤¤ªº¤TÓ¦^¨ì¥L̪º®y¦ì¡C
---
Once inside the cockpit of the Phoenix, Ken practically ran for his seat.
The same familiar smells and sounds assailed him like a guilty conscience--the
team never should have set this little rugged craft aside in favor of
that damned overpowered space chicken the ISO had designed. When he looked
over his shoulder and saw the Condor sitting at the radar display, his
heart raced even harder. / ¤@¥¹¦b»ñ°Ä«°ªº¾r¾pû®y¿µ¸Ì¡AªÖ®¦¹ê»Ú¦aÄv¿ï¥Lªº®y¦ì¡C ¼ô±xªº¨ý¹D©MÁnµªº¤@¼Ë§ðÀ»¥L³ßÅw¤@Ó¦³¸oªº¨}¤ß--
¤p²Õ±q¤£À³¸Ón¤ä«ù¨º¦b¤@Ãä³]©w¤pªº°ª§C¤£¥ªº¸¾÷¶A©GÀ»±ÑªÅ¶¡Áx¤p°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¤w¸g³]p¡C ·í¥L¦b¹p¹F®iÄýÂsÄý¥LªºªÓ¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨£¨rÆN§¤ªº®ÉÔ, ¥Lªº¤ß¤ñÁɬƦܤñ¸ûÃø¡C
Tiny said, "We're going to catch hell--" in a low voice before
he ran through his preflight check and then launched them from an underwater
cavern beneath Manhattan. After they'd put themselves several miles out
to sea, Tiny raised the nose, radioed a request for clearance for a space-launch,
and counted down to liftoff. / ·¥¤pªº»¡,"§Ú̱Nn¤Þ°_¦aº»--" ¦b¤@ºØ§CªºÁnµ¤¤¦b¥L¦b°Ò«¢©Z
¤§¤U±q¤@Ó¦b¤ô¤¤ªº¥¨¥Þ¶]¹L¥Lªº°_¸«eªºÀˬdµM«áµo®g¥L̤§«e¡C ¦b¥L̦³©ñ¤F¥L̦ۤv¦b¥~ªº¤@¨Çù¨ì®ü¬v¤§«á, ·¥¤pªº¤É°_¤F»ó¤l,¬°ªÅ¶¡¦¬µ¾÷¤F¹ï²M°£ªº½Ð¨D-µo®g,
¦Ó¥Bpºâ¤U¨Ó¨ìª@ªÅ ¡C
Ken looked over his shoulder again. Still the Condor sat at his post.
Just like two years ago. Just as it should be. His heart pounded. He smiled
joyfully. / ªÖ®¦¦A¤@¦¸ÂsÄý¥LªºªÓ¡C µM¦Ó¨rÆN§¤¦b¥LªºÂ¾¦ì«e¡C ¶È¶È¬Û¦üªº¦b¤G¦~¥H«e¡C ¥¿¦p¥¦À³¸Ó¬O¡C ¥Lªº¤ß±j¯P¥´À»¡C ¥LÅw³ß¦a·L¯º¡C
As if he could sense the look, Jason turned to him with wild, burning
eyes. "This is going to be great! This is working out perfectly!"
Jason said, and inside, Ken felt the relief from a burden he hadn't even
been aware of. The last time they'd met this mech, Joe had played the
prophet of doom, and he'd proven correct. This time--this time-- / ¦n¹³¥L¥i¥H·Pı¯«±¡,³Ç¥Í¥H¯î³¥¨D§U©ó¥L,¿U¿N²´·ú¡C
" ³o¥¿¦b¥h´Î! ³o¥¿¦b§¹¥þ¦a¸Õºâ !"³Ç¥Í»¡, ©M¤º³¡,ªÖ®¦·Pı¨Ó¦Ût¾áªº¦w¤ß¥L¤£¥©Zªº³Qª¾¹D¡C ³Ì«á¤@¦¸¥L̤w¸g¹J¨£³o
mech, ³ì¤w¸gª±©R¹Bªº¹w¨¥ªÌ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤w¸gÃÒ©ú¥¿½Tªº¡C ³o¦¸--³o¦¸--
Tiny said, "Time warp on five." / ·¥¤pªº»¡," ®É¶¡§Ë¬n¦b¤¤§¤W".
Ken said, "Time warp?" / ªÖ®¦»¡,"®É¶¡§Ë¬n"?
"How we travel faster than light speed," Jason said. "You'll
hardly notice." / "§Ú̦p¦ó®È¦æ¤ñ¥ú§ó§Ö³t³t«×",³Ç¥Í»¡¡C "§A±NµLªkª`·N"
¡C
Ken decided later it must be a variant of hinotori mode. When they reemerged
into realtime, Princess was reading out their speed and time until their
destination. / ªÖ®¦µy«á¨M©w¥¦¤@©w¬O hinotori ¼ÒºAªº¤@ÓÅÜÅé¡C ·í¥L̦A«×¥X²{ªº®ÉÔ¶i¤J§Y®Éªº¤§¤º,¤½¥Dª½¨ì¥L̪º¥Øªº¦a¥¿¦b¤jÁn®ÔŪ¥L̪º³t«×©M®É¶¡¡C
"And about now," Tiny was saying, "no doubt the Chief will
start trying to call us home." / " ¦Ó¥B¤j¬ù²{¦b", ·¥¤pªº¥¿¦b»¡ ",
¨S¦³ÃhºÃ»â³S±N¶}©l¹Á¸Õ¥´¹q¸Üµ¹§Ú̦^®a".
Jason marched up to the control panel and shut off the communications
system. "Well, that's taken care of. We're not defying orders, at
least." / ³Ç¥Í¶ix¤F¨M©w©ó±±¨î»ö¿öªO¦Ó¥BÃö³¬·¾³q¨t²Î¡C "¶â¡A¨º³Q·ÓÅU¡C §Ų́S¦³¦bÂƵø©R¥O,¦Ü¤Ö¡C"
Tiny said, "I don't want to be the one to explain this to him."
/ ·¥¤pªº»¡," §Ú¤£·Qn¬O¨º¤@Ó¸ÑÄÀ³o¹ï¥L".
Ken shivered--had Tiny and Jason reversed roles? / ªÖ®¦¥´Å¸-- ¦³·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B³Ç¥ÍÄA˨¤¦â?
Princess said, "We all agreed--no matter what trouble this gets us
in, we have to go. The potential loss of life is too devastating."
/ ¤½¥D»¡,"§ÚÌ¥þ³¡¦P·N-- µL½×¤°»ò§xÂZ³oÅý§ÚÌÀò±o¿ý¨ú,§ÚÌ¥²¶·¥h¡C ¥i¯àªº¦º¤`¤Ó¯}Ãa©Ê¡C"
Ken punched a few buttons and brought up the manufacturing site of the
mech on the main monitor. "And there's our target. The outside of
the base appears heavily armored. I think our best bet is to sneak inside
with all the explosives we can carry." / ªÖ®¦¥H®±«À»¤F¤@¨Ç¶s¦©¦Ó¥B´£¥X¦b¥DnªººÊµø¾¹¤Wªº
mech ªº»s³y·~ªº¦ì¸m¡C " ¦Ó¥B¦³§Ú̪º¥Ø¼Ð¡C ¦b°ò¦Åã±o«Ü«ªZ¸Ëªº¥~Ãä¡C §Ú·Q§Ú̪º³Ì¦n¦a¥´½ä¬O¥Î§Ú̯àÄâ±aªº©Ò¦³¬µÃÄ°½°½¦a°k¨«¤º³¡¡C"
Jason chuckled. "Sounds good to me." / ³Ç¥Í¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C "Å¥°_¨Ó¹ï§Ú¬O¦nªº"
¡C
Ken hesitated. He'd thrill to see the Condor in combat again--no question.
His breath caught every time he considered it, like the anticipation of
a guilty pleasure. But maybe he was affecting the timeline here. Maybe
if Jason went outside on this mission he wasn't supposed to, maybe it
would kill him here and now, too early. They'd never have finished off
the war without Joe. Ken's hands trembled on his controls--his fingers
felt like ice. The weird hunger chewed at his insides. / ªÖ®¦µS¿Ý¡C ¥L±N·|¦A¤@¦¸¾_Ÿ¬Ý¨£¾Ô°«ªº¨rÆN--¨S¦³°ÝÃD¡C
¥Lªº©I§l¨C¤@¦¸®·®»¥L¦Ò¼{¤F¥¦, ¹³¦³¸oªº§Ö¼Ö¹w´Á¡C ¦ý¬O¤]³\¥L¥¿¦b³o¸Ì¼vÅT®É¶¡´Á¡C ¤]³\¦pªG³Ç¥Í¦b³o¤@Ó¥ô°È¤W¥X¥h¥L¤£³Q±À·Q¨ì,¤]³\¥¦¦b³o¸Ì©M²{¦b±N·|±þ¥L,¤Ó¦¡C
¥L̦³±q¤£¤w¸g¨«¶}§¹¦¨¨S¦³³ìªº¾Ôª§¡C ªÖ®¦ªº¤â¦b¥Lªº±±¨î¤W¾Ô·X--¥Lªº¤â«ü·Pı¹³¦B¡C ©Ç²§ªºÄȾj¦b¥Lªº¤º³¡©CÄZ¡C
Jason said, "What's up? You don't look right." / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"
¤°»ò¦V¤W? §A¨S¬Ý°_¨Ó¥¿½T¡C"
"I'm fine." Ken squinted--was something going to happen to Jason
now? What if he were the inadvertent cause of the G-2's death in two universes?
"I'm going out--you're staying here." / " §Ú«Ü¦n" ¡C ªÖ®¦¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´--¬Y¨Æ±Nn²{¦bµo¥Í¦b³Ç¥Í¨¤W¶Ü?
¤°»ò¦pªG¥L¬O G-2 ªº¤£ª`·Nªº¦]¯À'¤G¦t©zªº s ¦º¤`? "§Ú¥¿¦b¥~¥X --§A¥¿¦b³o¸Ì°±¯d".
"What?" Jason's eyes snapped wide. "Are you serious? I'm
going!" "I want you onboard the Phoenix." / "¤°»ò"?
³Ç¥Íªº²´·ú¼sÁï¦a«rÂ_¡C "§A¬OÄY«ªº¶Ü? §Ú¥¿¦b¥h!""§Ú·Qn§A¦bªO¤l¤W»ñ°Ä«°¡C"
"That's Tiny's job!" Jason folded his arms. "I'm going
with you--there's nothing you can do to keep me here." / "¨º¬O·¥¤pªº¤u§@"!
³Ç¥ÍºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C "§Ú¥¿¦b©M§A¥h--¦³§A¯à°µ§â§Ú¯d¦b³o¸Ìªº¨S¨Æ".
Ken stood from his chair. "Orders are orders, Jason!" / ªÖ®¦±q¥Lªº´È¤l¯¸¥ß¡C
"¦¸§Ç¬O¦¸§Ç¡A³Ç¥Í"!
"Oh, please, spare me." Jason rolled his eyes. "We're here
explicitly against orders, in case you haven't noticed. Don't pull this
hypocritical crap on me. If you're going, I'm going." / "®@,½Ð,¼e®¤§Ú".
³Ç¥Í±²¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C "§ÚÌ©ú½T¦a¦b³o¸Ì¹ï§Ü¦¸§Ç,¥H¨¾¸U¤@§A¨S¦³ª`·N¡C ¤£n©Ô¦b§Ú¤Wªº³oÓ°°µ½ªºÂY¨âÓ»ë¤l¥X²{ªº¿é¼Æ¥Ø¡C ¦pªG§A¥¿¦b¥h,§Ú¥¿¦b¥h¡C"
Ken shook his head. "Jason, you have to understand, I've been through
this mission before. I know details about it that you can't know, some
of which I can't share with you. I know what we did right and wrong last
time, and we're out to correct what went wrong then. You have to trust
me that I'm working on correcting it to the best of my ability. All I'm
asking is that you stay inside this time around." / ªÖ®¦·nÀY¡C "³Ç¥Í,§A¥²¶·¤F¸Ñ,
§Ú¬O¸g¹L³o¤@Ó¥ô°È¥H«e¡C §Úª¾¹DÃö©ó¥¦ªº²Ó¸`§A¤£¯àª¾¹D, ¤@¨Ç§Ú¤£©M§A¤À¨É¡C §Úª¾¹D§ÚÌ°µ¹ï¨Æ±¡ªº¦Ó¥B¤W¦¸¿ù»~¡A¦Ó¥B§ÚÌ¥~¥X§ï¥¿·í®É¥X¤ò¯fªºªF¦è¡C
§A¥²¶·«H¿à§Ú§Ú¥¿¦b³B²z¹ï§Úªº¯à¤O³Ì¦n§ï¥¿¥¦¡C §Ú¥¿¦b°Ýªº¥þ³¡¬O§A³o¦¸¦bªþªñ°±¯d¤º³¡¡C"
Jason's eyes narrowed in a very familiar glare. / ³Ç¥Íªº²´·ú¦b«D±`¼ô±xªº°{Ä£¥ú¤è±ÁY¤p¡C
Ken said, "I'm ordering you on my authority." / ªÖ®¦»¡,"§Ú¥¿¦b§ÚªºÅv«Â¨¤W©R¥O§A"
¡C
"And I've already seen what respect you have for authority!"
/ "¦Ó¥B§Ú¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¤F§A¬°Åv«Â¦³¤°»ò·q·N"!
"You're staying!" Ken face had whitened. "Being part of
a team means that we all have to work together as if there were only one
of us--don't you understand that? We have to trust each other, and right
now, I'm telling you there's too much of a risk. Why are you in such a
hurry to rush out there and kill yourself? Don't you care how that will
affect the rest of the team?" / "§A¥¿¦b°±¯d"! ªÖ®¦Áy¤w¸g¥Õ¡C "
§@¬°¤@Ó¤p²Õªº³¡¥÷·N¿×¡A§ÚÌ¥þ³¡¥²¶·¤@°_¤u§@¦n¹³¥u¦³§ÚÌ -- ¤§¤@§A¤£¤F¸Ñ¶Ü¨º? §ÚÌ¥²¶·«H¿à©¼¦¹¡A¦Ó¥B¥ß¨è¡A§Ú¥¿¦b¨º¸Ì§i¶D§A¬O¤Ó¦h·ÀI¡C
¬°¤°»ò§A¦b¤@Ó¦p¦¹¥^¦£¤¤¦b¨º¸Ì«æ«æ¦£¦£¨Ã¥B±þ§A¦Û¤v? §A¨SÃö¤ß¶Ü¦p¦óþ¤@±N¼vÅT¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À?"
Princess and Keyop stared open-mouthed. Tiny's hands had whitened on the
controls. / ¤½¥D©M Keyop ª`µø°_¨Ó¤½¶}¸ËµÄ§@¶Õ»¡¸Üªº¡C ·¥¤pªº¤â¤w¸g¦b±±¨î¤W¥Õ¡C
Jason drew a deep breath. "You were the one so hot to come blow this
thing to hell, and now you have the nerve to call it killing myself?"
His face had whitened, and he snarled at Ken, "You're even worse
than Mark! Are you going to lecture me until the day I die?" / ³Ç¥Í¤Þ°_²`ªº©I§l¡C
"§A¬O¨º¤@Ó¦p¦¹ªº¼ö¨Ó¥´À»¹ï¦aº»ªº³o¤@¥ó¨Æª«¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b§A¦³¯«¸g©I¥s¥¦±þ®`§Ú¦Û¤v"? ¥LªºÁy¤w¸g¥Õ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¹ïªÖ®¦§q¥s,"§A¬Æ¦Ü¬O¤ñ°¨§JÁVªº!
§A±NnºtÁ¿§Úª½¨ì§Ú¦ºªº¨º¤Ñ¶Ü?"
Ken turned and punched Jason in the jaw, knocking him backward onto the
floor of the cockpit. Princess and Keyop were out of their seats instantly,
Princess shouting at Ken to back off while Tiny yelled, "What the
hell are you doing?" Jason came up off the floor as if by magnetic
repulsion and hurled himself at Ken, landing two blows before Ken hit
him again. This time Jason paused to set himself before attacking, and
as he went for Ken, Princess saw Tiny shift the ship into Fiery Phoenix
mode. / ªÖ®¦Âà¦V¦Ó¥B¥H®±«À»³Ç¥ÍªºÃE,¦b¾r¾pû®y¿µªº¦aªO¤§¤W¦V«á¦aºV¥L¡C ¤½¥D©M Keyop ¥ß§Y¦a¶W¥X¥L̪º®y¦ì, ¹ïªÖ®¦¤j¥s°h¥X
ªº¤½¥D·í·¥¤pªº®ÉÔ¤j¥s," §A¥¿¦b°µ¤°»ò"? ³Ç¥Íµo¥Í¦b¦aªO¥~¦n¹³Âǵۦ³ºÏ©ÊªºÀ»°h¦Ó¥B¦bªÖ®¦¥Î¤O§ëÂY¥L¦Û¤v, µn³°¤G¥´À»¦bªÖ®¦¦A¤@¦¸¸I¼²¥L¤§«e¡C
³o¦¸³Ç¥Í¼È°±¦b§ðÀ»¤§«e³]©w¥L¦Û¤v¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¥h¥sªÖ®¦ªº®ÉÔ,¤½¥D¬Ý¨£·¥¤pªºÅܤƲî¶i¿K¼öªº»ñ°Ä«°¼ÒºA¤§¤º¡C
Because she was prepared for it, Princess gritted her teeth and stayed
conscious, and when Tiny eased them out of firebird mode, Ken and Jason
were passed out on the cockpit floor. Keyop had crumpled in his own spot,
but him she ignored as she loosened the tether on her yo-yo and tied Ken's
hands. He was rapidly rousing when she pinned him down, her knee in his
throat. / ¦]¬°¦o³Q·Ç³Æ¥¦,¤½¥DÂÐ¥H¬âÄt¤F¦oªº¤ú¾¦¦Ó¥B°±¯d¦³·NÃÑ, ¦Ó¥B·í·¥¤pªº½w©M¤F¥Ḻqª÷§W³¾¼ÒºA¡AªÖ®¦©M³Ç¥Í¦b¾r¾pû®y¿µ¦aªO¤W³Q©üË¡C
Keyop ¤w¸g¦b¥L¦Û¤vªº¦aÂI¤¤§Ë½K, ¦ý¬O¥L·í¦o©ñÃP¤F¦b¦oªº·È·È²y¤WªºÃ´Ã·¦Ó¥Bô¤FªÖ®¦ªº¤â®ÉÔ¡A¦o©¿²¤¡C ·í¦o§â¥L¥Î°w§O¦í¤U¨Óªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L§Ö³t¨Ï¿ô,¥Lªº«|³ï¦o½¥¡C
Jason pushed up off the floor, blinking and squinting. / ³Ç¥Í±j¦æ¤W¤É¦b¦aªO¥~,¯w²´©M¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´¡C
Tiny said, "I'm bringing us back to Center Neptune. Now." /
·¥¤pªº»¡," §Ú¥¿¦b§â§Ú̱a¦^¶°¤¤®ü¤ý¬P¡C ²{¦b¡C"
Princess said to Ken, "Don't even try to move. I'm warning you."
/ ¤½¥D¹ïªÖ®¦»¡,"¤£¬Æ¦Ü¸ÕµÛ²¾°Ê¡C §Ú¥¿¦bĵ§i§A¡C"
Ken struggled, but Jason came up behind Princess with his gun drawn. "I
don't know who you think you are," Jason said lowly, "but I'm
not going to hesitate the next time you attack one of us." / ªÖ®¦§V¤O¡A¦ý¬O³Ç¥Í¥H³Qµeªº¥Lºj¦b¤½¥D«á±µo¥Í¡C
"§Ú¤£ª¾¹D§A·Q½Ö¡A§A¬O",³Ç¥Í¦ì¸m§C¤Uªº»¡ ",¦ý¬O§Ú¤U¦^¤£±NµS¿Ý§A§ðÀ»§Ú̪º¨ä¤¤¤§¤@".
Tiny was radioing the Chief. Ken didn't struggle any longer, but Princess
and Jason kept him guarded until security arrived onboard and brought
him away handcuffed. / ·¥¤pªº¥¿¦b¦¬µ¾÷»â³S¡C ª½¨ì¦w¥þ¨ì¹F¦bªO¤l¤W¦Ó¥B±a¤F¥X¥h¥[¤â«þªº¥L¡AªÖ®¦¤£¦A§V¤O¡A¦ý¬O¤½¥D©M³Ç¥Í«O«ù¥L³Q¨¾Å@µÛ¡C
---
The round chamber reminded Mark of a Roman arena, its walls lined with
fluted stone columns that all but hid the accessways that radiated from
it to the rest of the base. Situated in the middle of an expanse of polished
stone floor, the generator consisted of a cylindrical steel tower which
nearly reached the ceiling of the chamber, Mark estimated four stories
up. A ring of computer terminals, their screens and LEDs glowing in the
dim lighting of the chamber, wrapped around its base. The air vibrated
with a deep electronic hum; a great deal of power was channeled through
this machine, whatever its purpose. / ¶êªº·|ij«Ç¨Ï°¨§J·Q°_¤@Óù°¨¤HªºÄv§Þ³õ, ¥¦ªºÀð¾À¥H²ÃÁnªº¥ÛÀY±MÄæ±Æ¦¨¤@¦æ´X¥GÂñq¥¦´T®g¨ì°ò¦ªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤Àªº
accessways¡C ¦bÀ¿«Gªº¥ÛÀY¦aªOªº¤@¤ù¼eÁ諸°Ï°ì¤¤¥¡¦ì©ó,µo¹q¾÷¦³¶êµ©§Îªº¿û´X¥G¨ì¹F¤F·|ij«Çªº¤ÑªáªOªº¶ð,°¨§J¦V¤W¦ôp¥|Ó¬G¨Æ¡C ¹q¸£²×ÂIªº¤@Ó§Ù«ü,
¥L̪º¿Ã¹õ¦Ó¥B¤Þ¾É¥Õ¼öªº¦b·|ij«Çªº·t²H·Ó©ú¤è±,¦b¥¦ªº°ò¦©P³ò¥]¸Ë¡C ªÅ®ð¥H¤@²`¤J¦a¹q¤lªº¶ä¶äÁn®¶°Ê; «Ü¦hªº¤O¶q¸g¹L³o¤@³¡¾÷¾¹³Q¤Þ¾É,¥ô¦óªº¥¦¥Ø¡C
Those columns provided ample hiding places for someone used to concealing
himself. What he needed to do his work was an undisturbed niche for ten
or fifteen minutes. An unlit space between two of the arches proved fine
for the job. / ¦]¬°¬Y¤H¹L¥h¤@ª½ÁôÂÃ¥L¦Û¤v¡A¨º¨Ç±MÄæ´£¨Ñ¤F¥R¨¬ªºÂè³B¡C ¥L»Ýn°µ¥Lªº¤u§@¬O¤Q©Î¤Q¤¤ÀÄÁªº¤@Ó¥¼¨ü¨ì¤zÂZªº¾A·í¦a¤è¡C
¤@¤£µo«G¦b«ýªù¤¤ªº¤GÓ¤§¶¡ªºªÅ¶¡¬°¤u§@ÃÒ©ú¤F»@´Ú¡C
Mark unbuckled the belt pack from his waist and pulled out the miniature
sensor array Nambu had designed to decipher this monstrosity. He hadn't
gotten a good look at it earlier, but as he pulled out the antennae and
opened their fan-like appendages, he admired the sleek little box. Two
tiny red lights blinked alternately as it warmed up, and as soon as Mark
had it aimed in the right direction, he pressed a switch on the side and
both lights stayed lit. The device got to work. / ³Q¸Ñ¶}¨Ó¦Û¥Lªº¸y³¡±a¤l¥]»q¨Ã¥B©Ô¥X¤p³W¼Òªº·PÀ³¾¹±Æ¦C
Nambu ªº°¨§J¤w¸g³]pĶ¸Ñ³o¤@Ó·î§Î¡C ¥L¦¨Ç®ÉÔ¨S¦³±o¨ì¥¦ªº¦n±»ª¡A¦ý¬O·í¥L©Ô¥X¤Ñ½u¦Ó¥B¥´¶}¤F¥L̪º¹³¨g¼öªÌ¤@¼Ëªºªþ¥[ª«ªº®ÉÔ, ¥LÆg¬ü¨º¨Ï¥ú·Æ¤p²°¤l¡C
·í¥¦¥[·Åªº®ÉÔ¡A¤GÓ·¥¤pªº¬õ¿O¥æ´À¦a¯w²´¡A¦Ó¥B¹³°¨§J¤@¼Ëªº«Ü§Ö¥¦¦b¥¿½Tªº¤è¦V¤¤¹ï·Ç¥Ø¼Ð¤F, ¥LÀ£¶i¤F¤@Ó¶}Ãö¶Ü¦b¨º¤§¤W®Çªº©M¨âÓ¥ú°±¯dµo«G¡C
¸Ë¸m¶}©l¤u§@¡C
As he crouched behind the columns, Mark caught a flash of movement near
the tower. Frowning as he left the little sensor array, he focused on
that spot and ducked from column to column in an attempt to keep the tower
from blocking his vision. Sure enough, a human figure was moving in on
the generator, approaching too carefully, too quietly to be one of the
guards. It couldn't possibly be one of the team. He had left them at the
perimeter of the base, and besides, the others were easy enough to identify,
even in the dark. / ·í¥L¦b±MÄæ«á±ÃÛ¤Uªº®ÉÔ,°¨§J¤Þ°_¤F¦b¶ðªþªñªº¹B°Ê°{¥ú¡C ·í¥L¯d¤U¤F¤p·PÀ³¾¹±Æ¦Cªº®ÉÔ¡A½K¬ÜÀY,¥L±q¨ì±MÄ檺±MÄæ§â«¤ß¶°¤¤¦b¨º¤@Ó¦aÂI¦Ó¥B¨S¤J¤ô¤¤¸Õ¹Ï¨Ï¶ð¤£ªýÂ_¥Lªºµø³¥¡C
·íµM¨¬°÷¡A¤@Ó¤HÃþªº¼Æ¦r¬O¦bµo¹q¾÷¨¤W·h¶i,¤Ó¤p¤ß¦a±µªñ, ¤Ó¦wÀR¦a¬O¦u½Ã¤§¤@¡C ¥¦¤£¥i¥H¥i¯à¦a¬O¤p²Õ¤§¤@¡C ¥L¦³¦b°ò¦ªº©Pªø¯d¤U¥LÌ,¦Ó¥B¬Æ¦Ü¦b¶Â·t¤¤¦¹¥~¡A¨ä¾lªÌ°÷®e©ö¨ÓÃѧO¡C
By the time he cleared the obstruction, the other intruder had gotten
halfway to the tower, slinking, catlike, toward the bank of computers
at its base. From this new vantage point, Mark could discern a man close
to his own height or taller, wearing loose, dark clothing. The bodies
of five guards lay in his wake, back by the columns. He kept his head
down, his face in shadow, but the way he moved struck Mark as eerily familiar.
In earlier missions with his own team, he'd watched Jason moving in for
an ambush with the same flowing tread; the same pent up energy waiting
to be released. / ¦b®É¶¡¤§«e¥L³Q²M°£ªº»Ùê,¥t¤@Ó«I¤JªÌ¤w¸g¨ì¹F¥b¸ô¦a¨ì¶ð,°½°½¦a¨«,¹³¿ßªº,¹ï©ó¦b¥¦ªº°ò¦¹q¸£ªº»È¦æ¡C
±q³oÓ·sªºÆ[ÂI¡A°¨§J¥i¥H¿ë§O¹ï¥L¦Û¤vªº°ª«×¤@Ó¨k¤Hµ²§ô©Î¤ñ¸û°ªªº,¬ïµÛ¸Ñ©ñ¡A¶Â·tªº¦çªA¡C ¤Ó¦u½Ãªº¨Åé¦b©ó¥Lªº¦u©],¦V«á¦aÂǵ۱MÄæ¡C ¥LÁקK¦MÀI©Î¤À¤ß,¼v¹³ªº¥LÁy,¦ý¬O¥L²¾°Êªº¤è¦¡¥´¤F°¨§J¦p©Ç½Ï¼ô±x¡C
¦b©M¥L¦Û¤vªº¤p²Õ¸û¦ªº¥ô°È¤¤¡A¥L¦³¬Ý¤F¬°¤@Ó®I¥ñ¥H¤@¼Ëªº¬y°Ê½ñ·h¶i ªº³Ç¥Í; ¦bµ¥Ô³QÄÀ©ñ ªº¯à·½¤W±ªº¬Û¦P pent¡C
Biting his lip, Mark tried to edge closer for a better look. If the intruder
noticed him, he gave no sign, seeming focused on the tower itself. As
he approached the generator, he withdrew a small device from a pouch on
his belt. / «r¥Lªº®B,°¨§J¸ÕµÛ¹ï©ó¸û¦nªº¯«±¡¬O¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¾U§Q¡C ¦pªG«I¤JªÌª`·N¤F¥L,¥L¨Sµ¹¤©²Å¸¹,¦ü¥G§â«¤ß¶°¤¤¦b¶ð¥»¨¡C ·í¥L±µªñ¤Fµo¹q¾÷ªº®ÉÔ,¥LºM¦^¤F¨Ó¦Û¦b¥Lªº±a¤l¤Wªº¤@Ó¤p³Uªº¤@Ó¤pªº¸Ë¸m¡C
The steady hum of power within the room skyrocketed to an angry blare,
and Mark's hair stood on end beneath his birdstyle. A bright bolt of energy
arced from the shaft of the tower and struck the other man, engulfing
him in light and whitewashing the entire chamber in the sudden brilliance.
The ear-splitting clap of thunder sent Mark grabbing the sides of his
helmet as the man collapsed onto the tiles and lay still. / ¦b©Ð¶¡¸Ì±ªº¤O¶qéwªº¶ä¶äÁnötº¦¨ì¤@ӥͮ𪺥¨ÅT¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§JªºÀY¾v³sÄò¦b¥Lªº
birdstyle ¤§¤U¯¸¥ß¡C ¨Ó¦Û¶ðªº¶b¯à·½ arced ªº©ú«Gªù¬¦Ó¥B¥´¥t¤@Ó¬°,°t³Æ¤H¤â¦b¥ú¤¤§]¨S¥L©M¥Õ¦â¶î®Æ¬ðµMªº¨ô¶V¾ãÓªº·|ij«Ç¡C
·í¨k¤H¦b¥Ë¤ù©Mµ±¼@·Ó¤§¤W˶òªº®ÉÔ¡A¹p¹qªº¤ÀÂ÷¦Õ¦·ªº©ç¤â°e¤F§ì¥Lªº¿û²¯Ãä ªº°¨§J¡C
Alarms shrieked, and above them, lights flashed, bathing the room in an
eerie red glow. Mark could already imagine the guards rushing toward the
control room guns ready, and he left his hiding place. The guards might
well find the sensor, but where he ran was toward the unconscious man
on the ground. He lay face down, features still obscured, and Mark had
no time to take a closer look. A quick check of the carotid pulse on the
side of his neck told Mark he was alive. / ĵ³ø¦y¥s¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¥L̤W±¡A¥ú°{²{,¨N¯D©Ç½Ïªº¬õ¦â¨ª¼öªº©Ð¶¡¡C
°¨§J¥i¥H¤w¸g·Q¹³¹ï©ó±±¨î©Ð¶¡¶Ê«P ªº¦u½Ã¹w¥ý¥Î¬¶®gÀ»,¦Ó¥B¥L¯d¤U¤F¥LªºÂè³B¡C ¦u½Ã¥i¯à´é¥Xµo²{·PÀ³¾¹, ¦ý¬O¥L¶]þ¸Ì¬O¹ï©ó¦b¦a±¤WªºµL·NÃѪº¨k¤H¡C
¥L©ñ¤UÁy,¯S¼x¤´µM³±·t¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¨S¦³®É¶¡±a¸û¾aªñªº¯«±¡¡C ¦b¥Lªº²ä¤lÃä¤WªºÀV°Ê¯ß¯ß»Kªº§ÖÀˬd§i¶D¤F°¨§J¥L¬¡µÛ¡C
There'd be time for questions later. / There'd µy«á¬O°ÝÃDªº®É¶¡¡C
Dragging the man would only slow him down, so Mark knelt and tried to
hoist the man's body in a fireman's carry. The muscles in his knees and
back strained, and he grimaced at the unexpected weight--far more than
this thin frame suggested. Damn it, he weighs a ton! / ©ì©Ô¨k¤H¥u±N·|¨Ï¥L´îºC , ¦]¦¹°¨§J
knelt ¦Ó¥B¸ÕµÛ¤É°_±Ï¤õ¶¤ûªº¶i¦ì¨k¤Hªº¨Åé¡C ¥Lªº½¥¦Ù¦×©M«á±ªººò±i,¦Ó¥B¥L¦b·N·Q¤£¨ìªº«¶q§ê°Áy--¶W¹L³oÓ½GªºÅé®æ«Øij¡C ¶A©G¥¦,¥L¯¯«¾·!
Staggering, Mark rushed for the entry he had used, the one he prayed had
remained clear. The corridors ahead were still empty, but distant shouts
and the sounds of running feet indicated they wouldn't be for long. His
wristband chimed. Mark brought the receiver to his face and tapped the
activator against the tip of his visor. "Mark here." / ·n®Ì±ý˪º,°¨§Jª§¥ý½Ä¦Ü¥L¤w¸g¨Ï¥Îªº¶i¤J,
¨º¤@Ó¥L¬èë¤w¸g«O«ù²M·¡¡C ¨«´Y¦V«e¦a¤´µM¬OªÅªº¡A¦ý¬O»·ªº©I³Û©M¬y°Êªº¸}Ánµ«ü¥X¤F¥L̤£±N·|¬O¬°¤[¡C ¥Lªº³S¤f»ï¡C °¨§J¥¿¹ïµÛ±a¤F±µ¦¬¾¹¦Ó¥B»´¥´¤F¹ï§Ü¥Lªº±ÀU³»ºÝªº¶Ê¤Æ¾¯¡C
"¦b³o¸Ìªº°¨§J".
"Where are you?" Jun's voice, outraged. "We've been detected--clear
out!" / "§A¦bþ¸Ì"? ¤»¤ëªºÁnµ,â°d¡C "§Ṳ́w¸g³Qµo²{--²M°£¥X"!
"Meet me back at the hangar bay where we landed. We'll have to try
again." / "¦b§Ú̵n³°ªº¸¾÷®w®üÆW§â§Ú¹J¨£¦^¨Ó¡C §Ú̱N¥²¶·¦A¤@¦¸¸Õ¡C"
"Stay there--we'll come for you." / " ¦b¨º¸Ì°±¯d--§Ú̱N¬°§A¨Ó".
"Negative! I--" Footsteps sounded in the intersecting corridor
ahead, and Mark skidded to a stop, listing under the weight of his burden.
Concealment was his only option; he couldn't fight this way for long.
With his free hand he unholstered his boomerang and let fly; the shriek
of the weapon gave way to the sound of impact and several screams before
the blade returned, smeared with blood. He scanned the hallway for potential
hiding places and found several doors, apparently to offices or to storage.
Yanking one open, he found a closet filled with wiring and pipes: probably
an accessway to conduits leading to the tower control room. Quickly he
unloaded his burden, wincing as the man thudded ungently to the floor
and sprawled on his back, arms outstretched, still unconscious. / "§_©w!
§Ú--"¸}¨B¦V«e¦aªº¾îÂ_¨«´Y¤¤Å¥¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J«b¨®¨ì¤@Ó°±¤î,¨S¦³¶W«¥Lªºt¾á¦C¥X¡C Áô°Î¬O¥Lªº°ß¤@¿ï¶µ; ¥L³o¼Ë¤£¥i¥H¹ï§Ü¬°¤[¡C ÂǥѥLªº¦Û¥Ñ¤â¥L¤£¥Ö®M¤F¥Lªº¦^¸´Î¦Ó¥BÅý¤F»aÃÇ;
ªZ¾¹ªº¦y¾UÅTÁn¦bÂkÁÙªº¤M¾W¤§«eµ¹¤©¤F¨ì½ÄÀ»©M¤@¨Ç¦y¥sÁnªºÁnµ¸ô,¥H¦å¶î¡C ¥L¹ï©ó¥i¯àªºÂè³B±½´y¤F¨«´Y¨Ã¥Bµo²{¤F¤@¨Çªù,ÅãµM¦a¹ï¿ì¤½«Ç©ÎÀxÂáC
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Mark gasped. / °¨§J³Ý®ð¡C
The face... / Áy¡C¡C¡C
He looked like Jason: an older, more battered version of Jason. His eyes
were closed, features relaxed in an expression of uneasy sleep, strands
of brown hair spilling across his face. The face from the photo albums.
Joe. / ¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³³Ç¥Í¤@¼Ë: ¸ê²`ªÌ , §ó¦hºV¥´¤F³Ç¥Íªºª©¥»¡C ¥Lªº²´·ú³QÃö³¬,¯S¼x¦b¤£¦wªººÎ¯vªí¹F¤¤©ñÃP,¶V¹L¥LªºÁy·¸¥X ªº½Å¦âÀY¾vªºÀØ¡C
¨Ó¦Û¬Û¤ù¬Û諸Áy¡C ³ì¡C
Impossible. / ¤£¥i¯àªº¡C
How'd he get here? Had there been more than two universes involved in
this swap? Mark's stomach churned momentarily as he wondered what remnants
of this universe's Joe had turned up in that third mystery world. But
no--he shook his head and leaned closer to the mystery Condor. No, Joe
couldn't have been involved in a transfer. Joe hadn't been in their cockpit
when it happened. This might actually be the legitimate article. / How'd
¥L¨ì¹F¦b³o¸Ì? ¦b¨º¸Ì¤w¸g¬O¶W¹L¤G°Ñ»P³o¥H³f©ö³fªº¦t©z? ·í¥LÃhºÃ¤F¤°»ò³o¦t©zªº³ì³Ñ¾l¤w¸g¦b¨º¤@ӲĤTÓ¯µ±K¥@¬É¤¤¥X²{ªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§JªºG¼È®É¦aÅÍ©Õ¡C
¦ý¬O¤£-- ¥L·nÀY¦Ó¥Bʾa¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¨ì¯µ±K¨rÆN¡C ¤£¡A³ì¥i¥H¨S¦³°Ñ»P²¾°Ê¡C ·í¥¦µo¥Íªº®ÉÔ¡A³ì¤£¤w¸g¦b¥L̪º¾r¾pû®y¿µ¤¤¡C ³o¥i¯à¹ê»Ú¤W¬O¦Xªkªº¤å³¹¡C
Mark put a hand on him and detected the regular rise and fall of breathing.
The smell of ozone and singed fabric issued from his clothing, but his
exposed skin didn't look burned. Despite the ferocity of the blast he'd
suffered, he didn't appear to be in terrible physical distress. / °¨§J§â¤@°¦¤â©ñ¦b¥L¦Ó¥Bµo²{¤F¤@¯ëªº¼W¥[©M¬î¤Ñªº©I§l¡C
¯ä®ñªº¨ý¹D¦Ó¥B°Û´ª«±q¥Lªº¦çªAµo¦æ,¦ý¬O¥Lªº¼ÉÅS¥Ö½§¨S¦³¬Ý¿U¿N¡C ¤£¦b¥G¯e·ªºÀñ²r©Ê¥L¦³¾D¨ü, ¥L¨S¦³¦ü¥G¦b¥i©Èªº¹ê»ÚW´o¤è±¡C
Mark's heart pounded hard. He wanted to reach down and shake him, to scream
at him to wake up. If Jason had done this.... / °¨§Jªº¤ß§V¤O¦a±j¯P¥´À»¡C ¥L·Qn¦ù¤â®³¤U¦Ó¥B·n°Ê¥L,
¦b¥L¦y¥s¿ô¨Ó¡C °²¦p³Ç¥Í°µ³o....
He activated his radio again. "On second thought," he called,
his voice barely above a whisper, "You'd better come get me. Here's
the signal." A quick coded sequence activated the Bird Scramble.
If the signal worked here like it worked at home, the rest of the team
would arrive as soon as they were able. / ¥L¦A¤@¦¸¨ë¿E¤F¥Lªº¦¬µ¾÷¡C "¦b²Ä¤GÓ·Qªk¤W"
¡A¥L©I¥s, ¥LªºÁnµ´X¥G¦b¦Õ»y¤W± ", §A³Ì¦n¨Ó±o¨ì§Ú¡C «H¸¹¦b³o¸Ì¡C"§Öªº§Ç¦C½s½X¨ë¿E¤F³¾Ãk½t¡C ¦pªG«H¸¹¦b³o¸Ì¤u§@¡A¹³¥¦¦b®a¤u§@,
¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À±N·|¨ì¹F¤@¥¹¥L̬O¯à°÷¡C
And wait 'til you see what I've brought you, he added silently. Someone
who has a lot of explaining to do. / ¦Ó¥Bµ¥Ô ' J³Â§A¬Ý¨£§Ú¤w¸g±a§Aªº,¥LÀqÀq¦a¼W¥[¡C ¦³³\¦h¸ÑÄÀ°µªº¬Y¤H¡C
Now Mark had two choices. He could either hole out here and wait for the
others to pick him up, or he could go outside and try to hold off the
guards until the cavalry arrived. Hiding in a closet appealed to him less,
since it would leave him blind and guessing while the enemy either combed
the area or tried to smoke him out. At any rate, he'd still like to fetch
that sensor and return it to Nambu full of the data which would send him
back to a world where he knew all the players and the wild cards. / ²{¦b°¨§J¦³¤F¤G¿ï¾Ü¡C
¥L¥i¥H©Î«õ¬}¥~±ªº³o¸Ì¦Ó¥Bµ¥Ô¨ä¾lªÌ±µ¸ü¥L,©Îª½¨ìÃM§L¨ì¹F¡A¥L¥i¥H¥X¥h¦Ó¥B¸ÕµÛ¾×¦í¦u½Ã¡C Âæb¤@Ó¾ÀÃo¤¤¶D½Ñ¥L¤ñ¸û¤Ö¶q, ¦]¬°¥¦±N·|Åý¥Lª¼¥Øªº¦Ó¥B²q´ú·í¼Ä¤Hªº®ÉԩήÞÀY¾v¤F°Ï°ì©Î¸ÕµÛ§l·Ï¥X¥L¡C
µL½×¦p¦ó¡A¥L±N·|¤´µM³ßÅw±µ¨Ó¨º¤@Ó·PÀ³¾¹¦Ó¥BÂkÁÙ¥¦µ¹¥Rº¡±N·|§â¥L°e¦^¥Lª¾¹D¤F©Ò¦³ªº¹B°Êû©M³¥©Êªº¥d¤ù¤@Ó¥@¬Éªº¸ê®Æ Nambu ¡C
"Stay put," he whispered at the man on the floor, then eased
the door closed behind him. / " °±¯d©ñ",¥L¦b¦aªO¤Wªº¨k¤H¦Õ»y,µM«á½w©M¤F³QÃö³¬¦b¥L«á±ªºªù¡C
Mark backtracked down the corridor to the generator room. The sounds issuing
from the arena told him it was full of guards. As quietly as he could,
he shut the fire door, putting a barrier between that access and the corridor
he stood in. Though it wouldn't hold the guards long, at least he'd be
aware when they tried to open it. For a moment he wondered if the bird
scramble worked in this world, and if he hadn't inadvertently cut off
communication with the rest of the team. / °¨§Jªð¦^¤U¨Ó¨ìµo¹q¾÷©Ð¶¡ªº¨«´Y¡C ±qÄv§Þ³õµo¦æ ªºÁnµ§i¶D¤F¥L¥¦¥Rº¡¦u½Ã¡C
·í°µ¦wÀR¦a·í°µ¥L¥i¥H,¥L³QÃö¤W¤õªù,©ñ¦b¥L¯¸¥ß¦b¨º¤@±ø³q¸ô©M¨«´Y¤§¶¡ªº¤@Ó»Ùê¡C ÁöµM¥¦±N¤£¤[®»¦í¦u½Ã¡A¦ý¬O·í¥L̸յۥ´¶}¥¦ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦Ü¤Ö¥L±N·|¬Oª¾¹Dªº¡C
¦pªG³¾Ãk½t¦b³o¤@Ó¥@¬É¤¤¤u§@, ¦Ó¥B¥L¤£¦³¤£ª`·N¦a¤ÁÂ_»P¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤Àªº·¾³q¡A¤@·|¨à¥LÃhºÃ¡C
A brief scan of the chamber told Mark more than he had wanted to know,
and everything he had expected. At least three dozen Gallactor soldiers
milled around the central area, and several officers had gathered close
to the machine or at the larger archways at the far end of the chamber.
Mark's silent approach brought him within sight of the array--still valiantly
churning away, recording its data if it hadn't gotten totally fried by
the power surge that had taken out the mystery Condor--but several guards
stood between him and the device. / ·|ij«ÇªºÂ²µu±½´y§i¶D°¨§J¶W¹L¥L¤w¸g·Qnª¾¹D , ©M¥L¤w¸g´Á±æªº¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C
¦Ü¤Ö¤TÓ¥´ Gallactor x¤HÄ̰ʤ¤¥¡ªº°Ï°ì¡A¦Ó¥B¤@¨Ç©xû¤w¸g¦b¾÷¾¹ªºªþªñ©Î¦b·|ij«Çªº»·µ²§ôªº¸û¤j«ýªù»E¶°¡C °¨§Jªº¨HÀq¤è¦¡¦b±Æ¦Cªºµø¤O¸Ì±±a¤F¥L--¤´µM^«i¦aÅͨŤ§»·,
°O¿ý¥¦ªº¸ê®Æ°²¦p¥¦¤£§¹¥þ¦a±o¨ì³Q¤O¶qªo¬µ¤w¸g¨ú¥X¯µ±K¨rÆNªº´é²{--¦ý¬O¤@¨Ç¦u½Ã¦b¥L©M¸Ë¸m¤§¶¡¯¸¥ß¡C
Where are Ryu and Jun? They ought to be here by now. / Ryu ©M¤»¤ë¦bþ¸Ì? ¥LÌÀ³¸Ó¨ì¦p¤µ¦b³o¸Ì¡C
Boomerang in hand, Mark searched the ceilings, the floors, the machine
itself, for any possible advantage he might have. Nothing sprang immediately
to his attention. / ¤âªº¦^¸´Î,°¨§J·j´M¤F¤ÑªáªO¡A¦aªO¡A¾÷¾¹¥»¨,¹ï©ó¥L¥i¯à¦³ªº¥ô¦ó¥i¯àªº§Q¯q¡C ¨S¨Æ¥ß¨è¹ï¥Lªºª`·N¸õ¡C
I wonder if there's any way out of here without fighting these men. Judging
from how heavily armored they appeared, Mark guessed not. Those five guards
Joe or his counterpart had felled certainly gave the Gallactors enough
reason to shoot at anyone who might present himself as a target. / §ÚÃhºÃ¡A¬O§_¨º¸Ì¬O¥ô¦óªºÂ÷¶}³o¸Ì¤£¹ï§Ü³o¨Ç¨k¤Hªº¤èªk¡C
¥Ñ¦p¦ó¬Ý¨Ó«Ü«ªZ¸Ë¥LÌ¥X²{,°¨§J²q´ú¤£¡C ¨º¤¦u½Ã³ì©Î¥Lªº°t¹ïªÌ¤w¸g½T©w¦a¬å˵¹¤©¤F Gallactors ¥R¨¬ªº²z¥Ñ¦b¥i¯à§e²{¥L¦Û¤v¦p¤@ӥؼЪº¥ô¦ó¤H®gÀ»¡C
Mark straightened. Maybe there he had an alternative--while not even Jason
would deliberately dive into fifteen or twenty armed Spectrans, that didn't
prevent him from exercising a little trickery. / °¨§J§Ëª½¡C ¤]³\¦b¨º¸Ì¥L¦³¤F´À¥N¿ï¾Ü--·í¤£¬O¥©Zªº³Ç¥Í¬G·N¦a¸õ¤J¤Q¤©Î¤G¤QªZ¸Ëªº
Spectrans ªº®ÉÔ, ¨S¦³ªý¤î¥L½m²ß¤@Ó¤p´ÛÄF¡C
All of the team carried feather shuriken, although Jason tended to use
them as a signature. Mark had seen feather shuriken on one of the dead
soldiers. Lifting a handful of feathers, Mark crept through the shadows
until he found himself behind a small cluster of guards. Taking a deep
breath, he steeled himself, then dashed across a segment of the open area,
his birdstyle blurring with his passage as he used every amount of the
superhuman speed the uniform could provide. And as he passed, he planted
a handful of the shuriken in two of the soldiers' belts. / ©Ò¦³ªº¤p²Õ³£Äâ±a¤F¦Ð¤ò
shuriken,ÁöµM³Ç¥Í®e©ö¥H¥Ļ@¬°¤@Óñ¦r¡C °¨§J¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¦b¦ºªºx¤H¤§¤@¤Wªº¦Ð¤ò shuriken ¡C Á|°_¤@§â¦Ð¤ò,¸g¹L¼v¹³³Qª¦ª½¨ì¥Lªº°¨§J¦b¦u½Ãªº¤p¸s«á±µo²{¥L¦Û¤v¡C
§@²`ªº©I§l,¥L¨Ï¥L¦Û¤v°í¦p¿û¤F, µM«á¾î¹L²rÂY¶}©ñªº°Ï°ì¤@Ó¤ù¬q, ¥Lªº¥H¥L³q¹D¼Ò½k ªº birdstyle ·í¥L¨Ï¥Î¤F¨îªA¥i¥H´£¨Ñªº¶W¤H³t«×ªº¨C¼Æ¶q¡C
¦Ó¥B¦p³Q³q¹Lªº¥L¡A¥LºØ´Ó¤Fx¤Hªº±a¤l¤¤ªº¤G±ø shuriken ªº¤Ö¼Æ¡C
"What was that?" one of the guards shouted, followed by many
others. / "¨º¬O¤°»ò"? ³Q©I³Ûªº¦u½Ã¤§¤@,³Q³\¦h¨ä¥¦¸òÀH¡C
I wonder if I could kill the lights somehow? Mark decided against that
and made another rapid pass through the room, scattering feather shuriken
as he went. This time he leaped to the second level of columns, like a
promenade, which was less well lit than the ground level. He'd dropped
several guards this pass, and the ones who remained standing milled about
in confusion, weapons ready, voices shrill with tension. Once more, Mark
dropped to the ground and raced through, raining feathers at several Gallactors
only to vanish in a blur in the darkness on the opposite side of the arena.
/ ¬O§_§Ú¥i¥H¤£ª¾¦ó¬G±þ¥ú¡A§ÚÃhºÃ? °¨§J¹ï§Ü¨º¨M©w¦Ó¥B¸g¹L©Ð¶¡»s³y¤F¥t¥~¨³³tªº³~®|, ´²§G¦Ð¤ò shuriken ·í¥L¥h¡C ³o¦¸¥L¸õÅD¨ì²Ä¤G¼h±MÄæ,
¹³´²¨B, ¬O¤ñ¸û¤£¦n¶W¹L¤g¦aªº¤ô·Çµo«G¡C ¥L¦³°§C¤F¤@¨Ç¦u½Ã³o³~®| , ©M¦b²V¶Ã¤è±«O«ù¥ßµÛÄ̰ʪº¤@¨Ç,ªZ¾¹¹w³Æ,¹ïºò±i·P¨ì¦y¾UªºÁnµ¡C ¦A¤@¦¸¡A°¨§J¹ï¦a±°§C¦Ó¥B¤ñÁɸg¹L,
¤U«B¦b¤@¨Ç Gallactors ªº¦Ð¤ò¤£®Æ³º·|®ø¥¢¦b¤@¦bÄv§Þ³õªº¬Û¤ÏÃä¤Wªº¶Â·t¤è±¼Ò½k¡C
Mark kept himself hidden behind a column, but this time, when the panicked
shouts began to die down, he gave a cry of his own: "There's an imposter!
Look!" / °¨§J¦b±MÄæ«á±¨Ï¥L¦Û¤v³QÂáA¦ý¬O³o¦¸¡A·í³Q©I³Û®£·Wªº¶}©lº¥®§ªº®ÉÔ,¥Lµ¹¤©¤F¥L¾Ö¦³ªºúÁn: " ¨º¸Ì¬O¤@¨M©wÃöµ|!
¯«±¡!"
It took fifteen seconds for the gunfire to start, and once it did, Mark
dashed around the perimeter of the room, hefted the sensor array without
bothering to replace it in its pack, and then reversed course for the
corridor where he'd stashed Joe. / ¥¦ªá¤Q¤¬íÅýºjÀ»¶}©l¡A¦Ó¥B¤@¥¹¥¦°µ,°¨§J¦b©Ð¶¡ªº©Pªø©P³ò²rÂY,¤£»Ýn·ÐÂZ¦b¥¦ªº¥]»q¤¤´À´«¥¦´NÁ|°_¸Õ«¶q¤F·PÀ³¾¹±Æ¦C,
µM«áÄAË¥L¦³Âð_¨Ó¤F³ìªº¨«´Y½Òµ{¡C
Or Joe's alternate, he told himself, jumping over a fallen Gallactor.
/ ©Î³ìªº¥N²z¤H,¥L§i¶D¤F¥L¦Û¤v,¸õ¹L¼Z¸¨ªº Gallactor ¡C
"Gatchaman!" Mark looked over his shoulder as he ran and saw
several Gallactors rushing for him, and suddenly he found his escape route
cut off by armed Gallactors between him and the fire door. / "Gatchaman"!
·í¥L¶]¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨£¤F¬°¥L¶Ê«P ªº¤@¨Ç Gallactors ¡A¦Ó¥B¬ðµM¥Lµo²{¥Lªº³Q¦b¥L©M¤õªù¤§¶¡ªºªZ¸Ë Gallactors ¤ÁÂ_ªº°k¤`¸ô®|ªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§JÂsÄý¥LªºªÓ¡C
He didn't have time to swear before a whip-like strip of ribbon flashed
down and throttled the nearest Gallactor, followed by a wad of greenish
gooey rubber that attacked the next. Mark whipped his head around to find
Ryu, Jun and Jinpei sailing down from above. His heart hammered. "This
way," he shouted. "G-5, get down here!" / ¦b½v±aªº¹³Ã@¤@¼Ëªºªø±ø°{²{¤U¨Ó¦Ó¥B§ã³ïÄV¤F³Ìªñªº
Gallactor ¤§«e , ¥L¨S¦³®É¶¡µo»}, ³Q§ðÀ»¤F¤U¤@Óªº§eºñ¦âªº½¦ÂH¾ó¥Öªº¤@Ó¶ñ®Æ¸òÀH¡C °¨§J¦bªþªñÃ@¥´¥LªºÀY±q¦b¤W±§â±i¦|¦Ó¦æ ªº
Ryu ¡A¤»¤ë©M Jinpei µo²{¤U¨Ó¡C ¥Lªº¤ßÂñ¥´¡C "³o¼Ë" ¡A¥L©I³Û¡C " G-5, ¦b³o¸Ì±o¨ì¤U¨Ó"!
Ryu landed beside Mark and charged forward, clearing a path before even
as Jun and Jinpei covered his back. At the door--hopefully the right door.
They'd all begun to look alike in this round chamber--Mark forced it open
and ran into the corridor. "Follow me, Ryu--I need you to help me--I
can't carry--" / Ryu ¦b°¨§J®ÇÃäµn³°¦Ó¥B¦V«e¦a«ü±±, ²M±½¤@±ø¸ô®|¦b¬Æ¦Ü·í¤»¤ë©M Jinpei ²[»\¤F¥LªºI³¡¤§«e¡C
¦bªù-- ¦³§Æ±æ¦a¥¿½Tªºªù¡C ¥L̤w¸g¥þ³¡¶}©l¦b³o¶¡¶êªº·|ij«Ç¤¤¬Ý°_¨Ó¬Û¦ü-- ³Q±j¢¥¦ªº°¨§J¶}©ñªº¦Ó¥B³´¤J¨«´Y¡C "¸òÀH§Ú,Ryu--§Ú»Ýn§AÀ°§U§Ú--§Ú¤£¯àÄâ±a--"
Reaching the supply closet, Mark flung open the door and found only a
tangle of wires and vents. / ¨ì¹F¸Éµ¹¾ÀÃo,³Q§ëªº°¨§J¥´¶}ªù¨Ã¥B¥uµo²{¹q½u©M±Æ®ð¤fªºÄñµ²¡C
"Oh, damn it!" Mark's eyes flared. / "®@,¶A©G¥¦"! °¨§Jªº²´·ú·n¦²¡C
"What is it?" Ryu pulled the device from Mark's hands and shut
it off. "What did you think was here?" / "¥¦¬O¤°»ò"? Ryu
¨«¶}©Ô¤F¨Ó¦Û°¨§Jªº¤â¸Ë¸m¦Ó¥BÃö¤W¤F¥¦¡C " §A·Q¤°»ò¦b³o¸Ì"?
This had to be the right closet, the right corridor--Mark could still
smell the burnt odor of the Condor's charred clothing. / ³o¥²¶·¬O¥¿½Tªº¾ÀÃo,¥¿½Tªº¨«´Y--°¨§J¥i¥H¤´µM»D³Q¿NµJ¦çªAªº¨rÆN³Q¿U¿Nªº®ð¨ý¡C
Jun and Jinpei pulled up behind them. "Could we get a move on?"
Jun said. "Everyone on the base is going to know where we are."
/ ¤»¤ë©M Jinpei ¦b¥L̫ᱩޥX¡C " §ÚÌ¥i¥H±o¨ì¤@¦¸²¾°Ê¶Ü¦b"¤§¤W? ¤»¤ë»¡¡C "¨CÓ¤H¦b°ò¦¤W±Nnª¾¹D§Ú̦bþ¸Ì"
¡C
Mark looked at Ryu. "It doesn't matter any longer--I thought I'd
found something that could help us out." He gestured to the rest
of the team. "Let's get out of here." / °¨§J¬Ý Ryu ¡C "¥¦¤£¦A¦³«¤jÃö«Y--§Ú·Q¤F§Ú±N·|µo²{¥i¥HÀ°§U§Ú̪º¬Y¨Æ".
¥L§@¤â¶Õ¨ì¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¡C "Åý§Ú̦b³o¸ÌÂ÷¶}" ¡C
---
The trip home passed in silence. Curled in Ken's command chair, his cape
pulled tightly about himself, Mark stared through the front viewscreen,
mind turned inward. Again he saw the arc from the generator strike Joe--or
whomever he was--full force, knocking him to the ground. He remembered
trying to shift Joe's long arms and legs into a more comfortable position
for the fireman's carry. He remembered that uneasily sleeping face. You
bastard, he thought. Why didn't you tell anyone? / ®È¦æ¦b®aÀòã¶i¤J¨HÀq¡C ¦bªÖ®¦ªº«ü¥O´È¤l¤¤§Ë±²,¥LªºÌaºòºò¦a¤j¬ù©Ô¥L¦Û¤v,°¨§Jª`µø¹L«e±ªº
viewscreen,¤ßÅܤº¤ßªº¡C ¦A¤@¦¸¥L¬Ý¨£¨Ó¦Ûµo¹q¾÷½}¤u³ìªº©·-- ©ÎµL½×¥L¬O½Ö--¥þ³¡±j¢,¹ï¦a±ºV¥L¡C ¥L°O±o¤w¸g¹Á¸Õ¬°±Ï¤õ¶¤ûªº¶i¦ì§ïÅܳ쪺ªø¤â©M»L¶i¤@Ó¸ûµÎªAªº¦ì¸m¡C
¥L°O±o¨ºÓ¤£¦wºÎµÛªºÁy¡C ¨p¥Íªº§A,¥L·Q¡C §A¦ó¤£§i¶D¥ô¦ó¤H?
That face, at least, he'd seen before. Seen it on someone much younger
who lay unconscious, head on his lap, hair drenched with blood, jaw clenched
tightly. The goosebumps stood at attention along Mark's arms and legs.
/ ¨º¤@ÓÁy,¦Ü¤Ö¡A¥L¥H«e¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¡C ¦b¬Y¤H¨¤W¬Ý¨ì¥¦°_¨Ó«D±`¦~»´ªº½Ö«U¤HªºµL·NÃѪº,¦b¥Lªº½¥»\¤W»â¾É,ÀY¾v¥H¦å·Ã³z,ÃEºòºò¦aºò´¤¡C goosebumps
ªuµÛ°¨§Jªº¤â©M»L¦bª`·N¯¸¥ß¡C
Should I tell them? He's their friend--they need to know. I'd want to
know if Jason-- But what if he turns out to be a fake? They said unequivocally
he was dead. What if he's like me and doesn't belong here? What if he
was killed since I saw him? All I'd be doing is increasing their pain.
/ §ÚÀ³¸Ó§i¶D¥L̶Ü? ¥L¬O¥L̪ºªB¤Í--¥LÌ»Ýnª¾¹D¡C §Ú±N·|·Qnª¾¹D¦pªG³Ç¥Í-- ¦ý¬O¤°»ò¦pªG¥LÅܦ¨°²³f? ¥L̤£§t½k¦a»¡¥L¦º¡C ¤°»ò¦pªG¥L¹³§Ú¦Ó¥B¤£¦b³o¸ÌÄÝ©ó?
¤°»ò¦pªG¦]¬°§Ú¬Ý¨£¥L¡A¥L³Q±þ? ¥þ³¡§Ú±N·|°µ¥¿¦b¼W¥[¥L̪ºµhW¡C
He thought about the last time he'd seen Cronus and all the stupid imaginings
he'd had during the next few days, imagining Cronus would radio for help
to say he'd bailed out just in time. He'd jumped every time the phone
had rung. He'd awakened longing for an obscure headline at the back of
the front section of the New York Times: "Downed Astronaut Rescued
Safely." / ¥L·Q¥L¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¥L¦b©¹«áªº´X¤Ñ´Á¶¡¦³¦³ªº Cronus ©M©Ò¦³ªº·MÄø imaginings ªº³Ì«á¤@¦¸, ·Q¹³
Cronus ±N·|¦¬µ¾÷¬°À°¦£»¡¥L¦³¶È¶È¤Î®É´©§U¡C ¥L¨C¤@¦¸¤w¸g¸õÅD³Q¦³¸}ÃÞ¾î¤ìªº¹q¸Ü¡C ¥L¦³¦b¯Ã¬ù®É³øªº«e±³¡¤ÀªºI±¬°¤@±ø·tªº¤j¼ÐÃD³ê¿ô¤F´÷±æ:
"åP¸¨¤F¦w¥þ¦a³Q±Ï¥Xªº¤ÓªÅ¤H" ¡C
What if it was my imagination? But why would it be? Jason's alive in my
world. / ¤°»ò¦pªG¥¦¬O§Úªº·Q¹³? ¦ý¬O¬°¤°»ò±N·|¥¦¬O? ³Ç¥Í¬¡µÛªº¦b§Ú¥@¬É¤¤¡C
"Mark?" Jun's voice broke through his reverie, startling him.
"What were you able to find out?" / "°¨§J"? ¤»¤ëªºÁnµ¬ð¯}¥LªºªÅ·Q,
¥O¤H¦YÅ媺¥L¡C " §A¬O§@¤°»òªº¯à°÷µo²{"?
"Not much. I found the generator, obviously, but I wasn't able to
get in close enough. At least we got the data Doctor Nambu wanted."
Should I tell them? / "¤£¬O«Ü¦h¡C §Úµo²{µo¹q¾÷,©úÅã¦a¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¤£¯à°÷¨¬°÷¶i¤Jµ²§ô¡C ¦Ü¤Ö§Ú̱o¨ì¤FÂå¥Í Nambu
·Qnªº¸ê®Æ¡C"§ÚÀ³¸Ó§i¶D¥L̶Ü?
Jason with closed eyes and bloody hair. Cronus with his hand raised as
the missile door closed on him forever. / ¦³Ãö³¬²´·úªº³Ç¥Í©M¦å¸{ªºÀY¾v¡C ·í¸¼uªù¥Ã»·¦aÃö³¬¦b¥L¨¤Wªº®ÉÔ¡A©M¥Lªº¤â
Cronus ¤É°_¡C
Would they believe me? / ¥ḺN·|¬Û«H§Ú¶Ü?
---
"For starters," the Chief said, hands clasped behind his back,
"Jason, you were wrong to take the team with Ken." / "¹ï©ó°_°Ê¾¹"
¡A»â³S»¡,¤â¦b¥LªºI³¡«á±¦©ºò ",³Ç¥Í,§A¿ù»~©MªÖ®¦±a¤p²Õ".
Jason burned softly across the office from the Chief. Detransmuted, the
team stood arrayed against the far wall. Still handcuffed, Ken sat in
the chair beside Anderson's desk. The portal gave a view of Atlantic undersea
life just over Anderson's right shoulder, but no one got distracted by
it during this interview. / ³Ç¥Í¬X©M¦a¿U¿N¾î¹L¨Ó¦Û»â³Sªº¿ì¤½«Ç¡C Detransmuted,¤p²Õ¯¸µÛ§G¸p¹ï§Ü»·ªºÀð¾À¡C
¤´µM¥[¤â«þ,ªÖ®¦¦b¦w¼w»¹ªº®Ñ®à®ÇÃ䪺´È¤l¤¤§¤¡C ¤J¤f¶È¶È¦b¦w¼w»¹ªº¥¿½TªÓ¤§¤Wµ¹¤©¤F¤j¦è¬vªº®ü±¤Uªº¥Í¬¡µø³¥¡A¦ý¬O¦b³o¤@¦¸±½Í´Á¶¡³Q¥¦¨S¦³¤H±o¨ì¤ß·Ð·N¶Ãªº¡C
"How nice for you to have someone else willing to defy my orders,"
the Chief continued, "but damn it, Jason, grow up." / "
¦p¦ó¬ü¦nªºÅý§AÅý¨ä¥L¤H¼Ö·NÂƵø§Úªº¦¸§Ç", Ä~Äòªº»â³S ",¦ý¬O«D±`ªº¥¦¡A³Ç¥Í,ªø¤j ".
Ken glanced at Jason, whose mouth stayed tight. / ªÖ®¦ª`µø³Ç¥Í,¨ä¼L°±¯dºò¡C
Anderson looked at Ken. "And you--aren't you the leader of your own
team? Haven't you learned anything about not putting them in jeopardy
on impulse?" / ¦w¼w»¹¬ÝªÖ®¦¡C " ¦Ó¥B§A--¤£¬O§A§A¦Û¤vªº¤p²Õ»â³S? §AÁÙ¨S¾Ç²ßÃö©óªº¥ô¦ó¨Æ¤£§â¥LÌ©ñ¤J¦b½Ä°Ê¤Wªº¦MÃø?"
"I've faced this mech before," Ken said. "I know its weak
points. I also know how much damage it's about to do, and where it'll
be striking. We had a chance at preventing that." / " §Ú¥H«e¤w¸g±¹ï³o
mech",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C "§Úª¾¹D¥¦ªº®zÂI¡C §Ú¤]ª¾¹D¥¦¥¿n°µ¦h¤Ö·l®`¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦±N¦bþ¸Ì¥´À»¡C §Ú̦bÁקK¨º¦³¤F¤@Ó¾÷·|¡C"
"While that's admirable, you still shouldn't be inciting Jason's
natural inclinations to go running off alone at every opportunity."
Anderson folded his arms. "We did have that position under fairly
intense surveillance, prior to your showing up with the Phoenix just long
enough to alert Spectra to our attention. Since then, they've packed up
their operation and moved it somewhere we can't find. By trying to be
clever and stop this machine before it attacks, you've enabled it to sneak
up on us and attack whenever and wherever it likes." / " ¨º¬O¥i´Ü¨Øªº¡A¤£¹L§A¤´µMÀ³¸Ó¤£¦b¨ë¿E³Ç¥Íªº¦ÛµM¶É±×¶]Â÷¶}©t¿Wªº¦b¨CÓ¾÷·|".
¦w¼w»¹ºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C "§Ú̽T¹ê¦³¦b«D±`±j¯PªººÊµø¤U±ªº¨º¤@Ó¦ì¸m,¦b§Aªº¦¨ÁZ¤§«e¦V¤W¥H»ñ°Ä«°¶È¶È¨¬°÷´÷±æ´£¿ô¹ï§Ú̪ºª`·NÀWÃСC
¦Û±q¨º®É¥H«á¡A¥L̤w¸g¬Y³B°±¤î¥L̪º¤â³N¦Ó¥B²¾°Ê¥¦§Ṳ́£¯àµo²{¡C ÂǥѹÁ¸Õ¬OÁo©úªº¨Ã¥B°±¤î³o¤@³¡¾÷¾¹¥¦§ðÀ»¤§«e¡A§A¤w¸g¨Ï¥¦¯à°÷°½°½¦a°k¨«¦b§ÚÌ©M§ðÀ»¤W¤W±µL½×¦ó®É©MµL½×¥¦¦b¦ó³B³ßÅw¡C"
All five team members stayed silent, heads lowered. / ©Ò¦³ªº¤Ó¤p²Õ¦¨û°±¯d¨HÀq,ÀY°§C¡C
Anderson said slowly, "Now, tell me precisely how accosting your
second officer is considered a helpful tactic against the threat of Gallactor?"
/ ¦w¼w»¹»¡±oºCºC,"²{¦b, ºë½T¦a§i¶D§Ú¦p¦ó©Û©I§Aªº²Ä¤GÓ©xû³Q¦Ò¼{¹ï§Ü Gallactor ªº«Â¯Ù¤@Ó¦³À°§Uªº¾Ô²¤"?
Keyop snickered, but none of the others made a sound. Ken said, "Joe
and I traded punches all the time." / Keyop ¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡A¦ý¬O¨S¦³¨ä¾lªÌµo¥X¤F¤@ºØÁnµ¡C
ªÖ®¦»¡," ³ì©M§Ú©l²×¥æ©ö¤F¥´¬}¾¹" ¡C
Anderson kept his arms folded and his eyes narrow. "That's not acceptable
behavior on this team. I let the boys tussle from time to time to burn
off steam, but no one strikes with intent to harm, as you clearly did."
/ ¦w¼w»¹¨Ï¥Lªº¤âÁu³QºPÅ|¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº²´·úÁY¤p¡C "¨º¤£¬O¦b³o¤@Ó¤p²Õ¤Wªº¥i±µ¨üªº¦æ¬°¡C §Ú®É±`Åý¨k«Ä§á¥´¿U¿N¨«¶}»]®ð,¦ý¬O¨S¦³¤H¥H·N¹Ï§ðÀ»¶Ë®`,¦p¦P§A²M·¡¦a°µ¤@¼Ë¡C"
Ken said, "Joe could have taken it." / ªÖ®¦»¡," ³ìÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H±a¥¦".
"Jason isn't Joe, and unless Joe's jaw is made of solid iron, I don't
see how he could have taken it, either. If you've sucker-punched him as
often as you claim, he's obviously on his guard for it, but someone unprepared
for your strike can be seriously hurt. I spent quite a while teaching
the team how not to do unintentional damage. If your Doctor Nambu didn't
do the same, I can't say I think highly of his teaching methods."
/ "³Ç¥Í¤£¬O³ì¡A¦Ó¥B°£«D³ìªºÃE¬O¥Î°íµwªºÅK°µ¦¨ªº,§Ú¤]¨S¬Ý¨£¦p¦ó¥LÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H³Q±a¥¦¡C ¦pªG§A¦³§lºÞ¥H®±«À»ªº¥L·í°µ®É±`·í§A«ÅºÙ,
¥L¦³©úÅã¦a¦b¥Lªº¦u½Ã¨¤W¬°¥¦ , ¦ý¬O¬Y¤HµL·Ç³Æ¦]¬°§Aªº½}¤u¯àÄY«¦a³Q¶Ë®`¡C §Ú¬Û·íªá¶O¤@·í±Ð¤p²Õªº®ÉÔ¦p¦ó¤£n°µµL¤ßªº·l®`¡C ¦pªG§AªºÂå¥Í
Nambu ¨S¦³°µ¤@¼Ëªº,§Ú¤£¯à»¡§Ú°ª«×¦a·Q¨ì¥Lªº±Ð¾Ç¤èªk¡C"
Ken returned Anderson's glare. "His teaching keeps me alive."
/ ªÖ®¦ÂkÁÙ¤F¦w¼w»¹ªº°{Ä£¥ú¡C "¥Lªº±Ð¾Ç¨Ï§Ú«O«ù¦³¬¡¤Oªº" ¡C
"But it's not going to keep my team alive if you go off half-cocked
again. If you're the leader of the team, you have to do better than you've
been doing." Anderson said lowly, "Do you have an explanation
for your behavior, other than your apparent need to use force when your
orders are questioned?" / "¦ý¬O¥¦±N¤£¦A¨Ï§Úªº¤p²Õ«O«ù¦³¬¡¤Oªº¦pªG§AÃz¬µ¤w¦©¨ì¥bÀ»µo¦ì¸mªº¡C
¦pªG§A¬O¤p²Õªº»â³S,§A¥²¶·°µ±o¤ñ§A§ó¡C"¦w¼w»¹¦ì¸m§C¤Uªº»¡ ", §A¬°§Aªº¦æ¬°¦³¤@ºØ¸ÑÄÀ, °£¤F§Aªº©úÅã»Ýn¤§¥~¨Ï¥Î¤O¶q·í§Aªº¦¸§Ç³Q¸ß°Ýªº®ÉÔ?"
Ken's head dropped. "Not now. Not with them here." / ªÖ®¦ªºÀY°§C¡C
"²{¦b¤£n¡C ¤£©M¥L̦b³o¸Ì¡C"
Anderson gestured to the remaining four. / ¦w¼w»¹§@¤â¶Õ¨ì¨º³Ñ¾lªº¥|¡C
"I'm not leaving." Jason folded his arms. "What if he strikes
at you?" / "§Ú¨S¦³¦bÂ÷¶}" ¡C ³Ç¥ÍºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C " ¤°»ò¦pªG¥L¦b§A§ðÀ»"?
Ken tossed the handcuffs to Jason. "I'd have attacked already if
I were going to." / ªÖ®¦¹ï³Ç¥Í§ëÂY¤F¤â«þ¡C " ¦pªG§Ú¥¿¦b¥h¡A§Ú¦³¤w¸g§ðÀ»¤F¨ì".
Anderson nodded to Jason. "You can wait by the door if you want.
I'll be all right." / ¦w¼w»¹¹ï³Ç¥ÍÂIÀY¡C "¦pªG§A·Qn¡A§A¯àÂǵ۪ùµ¥Ô¡C §Ú±N¬O¨SÃö«Y¡C"
Jason locked eyes with Anderson, then threw the handcuffs back at Ken
and left the room. / ©M¦w¼w»¹ªºÂê²´·úªº³Ç¥Í,µM«á¦bªÖ®¦§â¤â«þ¥á¦^¨Ó¨Ã¥BÂ÷¶}¤F©Ð¶¡¡C
Ken stayed seated. "I did lose control--you're right. I was used
to Joe questioning my orders, but that was a good thing. It kept me honest.
Joe can--could--set me straight sometimes when I was putting the team
in jeopardy for personal reasons. But what Jason said, about me lecturing
him to the very end--" / ªÖ®¦°±¯d§¤¡C "§Ú½T¹ê¥¢¥h±±¨î--§A¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C §Ú²ßºD©ó¸ß°Ý§Úªº¦¸§Ç
ªº³ì, ¦ý¬O¤@¥ó¦n¨Æª«¡C ¥¦«O«ù§Ú¸Û¹ê¡C ³ì¸Ë©óÅøÀY--¥i¥H-- µ§ª½¦a¦³®É³]©w§Ú·í§Ú¥¿¦b¬°Ó¤Hªº²z¥Ñ§â¤p²Õ©ñ¤J¦MÃøªº®ÉÔ¡C ¦ý¬O³Ç¥Í©Ò»¡ªº,Ãö©ó§Ú¹ï³Ìµ²§ôºtÁ¿¥L--"
Anderson went to his desk chair and sat down. "Go on." / ¦w¼w»¹¥h¥Lªº®Ñ®à´È¤l¨Ã¥B§¤¤U¡C
"Ä~Äò" ¡C
"At the end of the first war with Gallactor," and Ken drew a
deep breath before continuing, "Joe was diagnosed with a fatal head
injury. He'd apparently sustained it early on, and because the doctors
hadn't gotten out all the shrapnel, some of it worked its way deep inside
his brain. It was causing all manner of damage, as you might imagine."
Ken snuck a glance at Anderson and found him pale. "When Dr. Nambu
was about to send us on what would turn out to be our second to last mission,
he kept Joe behind. Joe looked pretty ragged already, but he kept denying
anything was wrong. I should have known--he'd fallen out of the tatsumaki
fighter twice, he'd been making judgment errors recently, and he'd had
problems with vertigo and double vision whenever there was a bright light.
I'd fooled myself into thinking it was just the stress of his repressed
memories of his parents' death, how they'd worked for Gallactor--"
/ "¦b²Ä¤@Ó¹ï§Üªº¾Ôª§ Gallactor µ²§ôªº®ÉÔ" ¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¦bÄ~Äò¤§«e¤Þ°_²`ªº©I§l ",³ì³Q¶EÂ_¬°P©RªºÀY¨ü¶Ë¡C
¥LÅãµM¦a¤w¸gµy¦ºû«ù¥¦¡A¦Ó¥B¦]¬°Âå¥Í¨S¦³Â÷¶}©Ò¦³ªº¶}ªá¼u,¥¦¨ä¤¤ªº¤@¨Ç¦b¥Lªº¸£¸Ì¤u§@¥¦ªº¤èªk²`³B¡C ¥¦¥¿¦b³y¦¨©Ò¦³ªº·l®`¤èªk,¦p¦P§A¥i¯à·Q¹³¤@¼Ë¡C"
ªÖ®¦ snuck ¦b¦w¼w»¹ªº¤@¿h¦Ó¥Bµo²{¥LÅÜ»a¥Õ¡C " ·í Nambu ³Õ¤h¥¿n°e§Ú̪º®ÉÔ¦b±N·|Åܦ¨§Ú̪º¬í«ùÄò¥ô°È, ¥L«O«ù¤F³ì¤§¤W«á±¡C
³ì¤w¸g¬Ý°_¨Ó¬Û·í¦çmÄ°Á¹¡A¦ý¬O¥LÄ~Äò§_»{¥ô¦ó¨Æ¬O¿ù»~ªº¡C §ÚÀ³¸Ónª¾¹Dªº--¥L¤w¸g tatsumaki °«¤hª§§n¨â¦¸,¥L¤w¸g³Ìªñ»s³y§PÂ_¤O¿ù»~¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦³¦³¤F¯t·wªº°ÝÃD©M¥[¿µø³¥µL½×¦ó®É¦³¤@Ó©ú«Gªº¥ú¡C
§Ú¤w¸g¶i¤J·Q¤§¤º·M§Ë§Ú¦Û¤v¥¦¥u¬O¥Lªº¤÷¥À¦º¤`ªº¥L§í¨î°O¾ÐªºÀ£¤O,¥L̦³¬° Gallactor ¤u§@ªº¤è¦¡--"
Anderson broke in. "So Joe eventually recalled that?" / ¦w¼w»¹Âô¤J¡C
" ¦]¦¹³ì³Ì«á¨ú®ø¤F¨º"?
Ken said, "Jason hasn't yet?" / ªÖ®¦»¡," ³Ç¥Í¤£¦³"?
"I'm hoping he won't." / " §Ú§Æ±æ¥L¤£±N".
Ken shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter, now. Joe fled--he actually
jumped out the window--when the doctor tried to examine him, running off
and somehow finding the Gallactor secret headquarters that had eluded
us all throughout the war. He got caught, and we got there too late. During
the final battle, we found him near death on the battle field, and I made
the decision. We left him there." / ªÖ®¦ÁqªÓ¡C "§Ú²q´ú²{¦b¥¦¤£¦³«¤jÃö«Y¡C ³ì°k¥X--¥L¹ê»Ú¤W¸õÅD¥Xµ¡¤á--·íÂå¥Í¸ÕµÛ½Õ¬d¥Lªº®ÉÔ,
¶]Â÷¶}¦Ó¥B¤£ª¾¦ó¬Gµo²{ Gallactor ¦b¾Ôª§¦U³B¤w¸g°kÁקÚÌ¥þ³¡ªº¯µ±KÁ`³¡¡C ¥L±o¨ì®·®»¡A¦Ó¥B§Ṳ́ӱߨ쨺ùØ¡C ¦b³Ì«áªº¾Ôª§®ÉÔ¡A§Ú̦b¾Ô³õ¤Wªº¦º¤`ªþªñµo²{¥L¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú§@¨M©w¡C
§Ú̦b¨º¸Ì¯d¤U¥L¡C"
Chief Anderson didn't say a word. / ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¨S¦³»¡¤@Ó¦r¡C
Ken played with the chain links on the hand cuffs. "At my orders,
we left him for dead." / ªÖ®¦©MÃì¦b¤â³S¤f¤Wªº³sµ²ª±¡C "¦b§Úªº¦¸§Ç¡A§Ú̬°¦º¯d¤U¤F¥L"
¡C
"A commander has to make those decisions." / "¤@Ó«ü´§©x¥²¶·§@¥X¨º¨Ç¨M©w"
¡C
"I've lived with that decision for better than two years now. I don't
think Joe'd be angry at me for ordering as I did. He urged us to leave
him. But I hesitated when it came time to send Jason into battle. When
we found Joe there, dying in the grass at Cross Karacoram, I yelled at
him for not telling us what was going on, like an idiot, and he said to
me, 'Are you going to lecture me to the very end?'" Ken's eyes stayed
riveted on the handcuffs on his lap. Anderson maintained a respectful
silence. "You have no idea how many times I've heard that since,
going over and over that whole sequence in my mind, looking for the one
thing I could have done differently to make it all work out right for
real." / " §Ú¤w¸g¥H¨º¨M©w©~¦í¬°¤ñ¤G¦~²{¦b¦nªº¡C §Ú¤£»{¬°¡A·í§Ú°µªº®ÉÔ¡A Joe'd ¬°©R¥O¹ï§Ú¥Í®ð¡C ¥L¶Ê«P¤F§Ú̯d¤U¥L¡C
¦ý¬O·í¥¦¨Ó®É¶¡°e³Ç¥Í¶i¾Ôª§¤§¤ºªº®ÉÔ¡A§ÚµS¿Ý¡C ·í§Ú̦b¨º¸Ìµo²{³ìªº®ÉÔ,¦b¥æ¤eªº Karacoram ¦b¯ó¤¤¦º¤`, §Ú¹ï¥L¤j¥s¦]¬°¤£§i¶D§Ṳ́°»ò¥¿¦bÄ~Äò,¹³¤@Ó¥Õè¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¹ï§Ú»¡,'§A±Nn¹ï³Ìµ²§ôºtÁ¿§Ú¶Ü?'"²´·ú°±¯dªºªÖ®¦¦b¥Lªº½¥»\¤Wªº¤â«þ¤W¥Î¹g°v©T©w¡C
¦w¼w»¹ºûÅ@¤@°}ªí¥Ü´L·qªº¨HÀq¡C " §A¤£ª¾¹D§Ú¤w¸gÅ¥¨ì¦a¦h³\¦h¦¸¦]¬°,¤@¦A¦a¥h§Úªº¤ß¾ãÓªº§Ç¦C, §ä´M¤@¥ó¨Æª«§ÚÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H¤£¦P¦a°µ¥X¦ÛÅv§Q¨Ï¥¦¦¨¬°©Ò¦³ªº¤u§@¬°¯u¥¿ªº".
"You can't change the past," Anderson said. / "§A¤£¯à§ïÅܹL¥h",¦w¼w»¹»¡¡C
"I can change it for you. You have to check--" "I intend
to." / "§Ú¯à±N¥¦´«¦¨§A¡C §A¥²¶·Àˬd--"" §Úp¹º¨ì¡C"
Ken said, "Has he ever had a head injury?" / ªÖ®¦»¡," ´¿¸g¦³¥L¦³¤FÀY¨ü¶Ë"?
Anderson nodded. / ¦w¼w»¹ÂIÀY¡C
Ken pressed two fingers to the right side of his skull, near the back,
a little over the ear. "It was right here. Dr. Nambu had a devil
of a time getting it out initially." / ¦bI±ªºªþªñªÖ®¦À£¶i¤G®Ú¤â«ü¹ï¥LªºÀY»\°©ªº¥kÃä,µy·L¦b¦Õ¦·¤§¤W¡C
"¥¦´N¦b³o¸Ì¡C Nambu ³Õ¤h¦³¤F³Ìªì¦b¥~±o¨ì¥¦ ªº¦¸¤@ÓÅ]°¡C"
Anderson nodded again. "For right now, Ken, I want you to think about
this. Every commander has to make decisions like the one you faced. Only
the truly great generals stay awake half the night pondering the loss
of life among their own forces, knowing they have to take a certain point
strategically and yet simultaneously seeing the faces of all who will
perish for the cause. But your team had pledged their lives to you."
/ ¦w¼w»¹¦A¤@¦¸ÂIÀY¡C " ¬°¥ß¨è ,ªÖ®¦,§Ú·Qn§A·Q³o¡C ¨CÓ«ü´§©x¥²¶·¨Ï§A³Q±¹ï¡C ¥u¦³¯u¹ê´ÎªÌ«ü´§°±¯d¿ôªº¥bÓ©]±ß¨I«ä¦b¥L̦ۤvªºx¶¤¤§¤¤ªº¦º¤`,
³Õ¾Çªº¥LÌ¥²¶·¾Ô²¤¤W©M¤´µM±Ä¨ú¯S©wªºÂI¦P®É¦a¬Ý¨£¥þ³¡ªº±»ª½Ö±N¬°¦]¯À·´·À¡C ¦ý¬O§Aªº¤p²Õ¤w¸g¹ï§A«OÃÒ¥L̪º¥Í©R¡C"
"They thought I could protect them." Ken hadn't raised his head.
/ "¥LÌ·Q¤F§Ú¥i¥H«OÅ@¥LÌ" ¡C ªÖ®¦¨S¦³©ï°_¥LªºÀY¡C
"They trusted you could protect the world." Chief Anderson folded
his hands on the desk. "If they're anything like my own kids, the
rest of it is all incidental." / "¥LÌ«H¿à§A¥i¥H«OÅ@¥@¬É" ¡C ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹ºPÅ|¤F¦b®Ñ®à¤Wªº¥L¤â¡C
" ¦pªG¥L̹³§Ú¦Û¤vªº¤p«Ä¬O¥ô¦ó¨Æ, ¥¦ªº¨ä¾lªÌ¥þ³¡ªþ±a" ¡C
---
Jun handled the initial debriefing after the team returned to G- Town,
and Mark added no details. Nambu studied him momentarily when Jun mentioned
their brief side-trip to the closet to retrieve the something Mark had
thought might be helpful to them. "I was wrong," was all Mark
would say. The room buzzed around him, and he shivered beneath his birdstyle,
keeping the cape clenched tight over his chest. He longed to dive back
into the shower and crank up the steam high enough to surround himself
with a fog impenetrable to the rest of the world. At least the white noise
of the water would whisper away the distractions and leave him in peace.
/ ¦b¤p²Õ¦^¨ì G ¤§«á¡A¤»¤ë³B²z¤F³Ìªìªº¥ô°È³ø§i-«°Âí , ©M¼W¥[¨S¦³²Ó¸`ªº°¨§J¡C ·í¤»¤ë´£¨ì¤F¥L̪ººKn®ÉÔ¡A Nambu ¼È®É¦a¾Ç²ß¤F¥L®Çªº-
¶^˨ì¾ÀÃo¨ú¦^¨º¬Y¨Æ°¨§J¤w¸g·Q¥i¯à¹ï¥L̬O¦³À°§Uªº¡C " §Ú¬O¿ù»~ªº", ¬O©Ò¦³ªº°¨§J±N·|»¡¡C ©Ð¶¡¦b¥L©P³òµo¥X¶ä¶äÁn¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥´Å¸¥Lªº
birdstyle ¤§¤U,«O¦sÌaºòºò¦a¦b¥Lªº¯Ý¤§¤Wºò´¤¡C ¥L´÷±æ¦b»]®ðªº°ª¥R¨¬¤W±¸õ¤ôªð¦^°}«B©M¦±¬`¥Î¹ï¥@¬Éªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¬O¤£¯à¬ï¹LªºÃú¥]³ò¥L¦Û¤v¡C
¦Ü¤Ö¤ôªº¥Õ¦â¾¸µ±N·|¦b©M¥¤è±¦Õ»yÂ÷¶}®T¼Ö¨Ã¥B¯d¤U¥L¡C
Tell them? Don't tell them? / §i¶D¥LÌ? ¤£n§i¶D¥LÌ?
At home, he'd have blurted it out right at the beginning of the debriefing.
There he would have found in Princess a comprehensible ally and strong
if somewhat silly supporters in Tiny and Keyop. He'd never have thought
of holding back something this important from his own team, no matter
how painful. Although now that he thought about it, he'd lied for Jason
before. Only back then the motive was different: he'd lied to keep the
peace...no, he thought to himself. I lied to keep the situation from getting
out of control. I could handle Jason if I stayed involved, and that was
the only way to do it. Here I'm already out of the loop, so there's no
reason not to tell them. / ¦b®a¡A¥L¦³¤w¸g±q³Ìªìªº¦a¤è¥ô°È³ø§i½Ä¤f»¡¥X¥X¥¦Åv§Q¡C ¦b¨º¸Ì¥L´N·|¦b¤½¥D¨¤Wµo²{¤@Ó¥i²z¸Ñªº·ù¤Í¤F©M±jªº¦pªG²¤·L·MÄøªº¤ä«ùªÌ¦b·¥¤pªº©M
Keyop¡C ¥L¦³±q¤£¤w¸g·Q¨ì§í¨î¬Y¨Æ³o«nªº±q¥L¦Û¤vªº¤p²Õ, µL½×¦p¦óµhWªº¡C ÁöµM¥L·Qªº²{¦b¥¦,¥L¦³¥H«e¬°³Ç¥Í»¡ÁÀ¡C ¥uµM«á¦^°Ê¾÷¬O¤£¦Pªº:
¥L¤w¸g»¡ÁÀºû«ù©M¥¡C¡C¡C¤£¡A¥L¹ï¥L¦Û¤v·Q¡C §Ú»¡ÁÀ¨Ï±¡§Î¤£¥¢¥h±±¨î¡C ¦pªG§Ú°±¯d¦³Ãö¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¬O°µ¥¦ªº°ß¤@¤èªk¡A§Ú·|³B²z³Ç¥Í¡C ¦b³o¸Ì§Ú¤w¸g¶W¥XÀô,
¦]¦¹¨S¦³²z¥Ñ¤£n§i¶D¥LÌ¡C
He really, really needed that quiet shower. His ears rang and his eyes
stared at nothing at all even as he remained standing at attention. /
¥L¯uªº,¯u»Ýn¨º¦¸¦wÀRªº°}«B¡C ¥Lªº¦Õ¦·»ïÅT¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L«O«ù¥ßµÛ¦bª`·Nªº®ÉÔ¡A¥Lªº²´·ú¥þµM¬Æ¦Ü¤°»ò¤]¤£¨nµÛ¬Ý¡C
"Mark?" / "°¨§J"?
He swallowed. "Yes, sir?" / ¥L§]¡C "¬Oªº,¥ý¥Í"?
"Did you have anything further to add?" / " §A¥ô¦ó¨Æ¤w¸g«P¶i¼W¥[¶Ü"?
Oh, Jason--damn it. / ®@,³Ç¥Í--¶A©G¥¦¡C
"No, sir." / "¤£,¥ý¥Í".
From the corner of his eye, Mark caught Ryu studying him, and he forced
his gaze back to Nambu's desk. Nambu was saying, "Nothing?"
/ ±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨¡A°¨§J®·®»¤F¾Ç²ß¥L ªº Ryu ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L§â¥Lªºª`µøÀ£¢¦^ Nambu's ªº®Ñ®à¡C Nambu ¥¿¦b»¡,"¨S¨Æ"?
"This was Jun's mission, and I found her report most thorough."
/ "³o¬O¤»¤ëªº¥ô°È¡A¦Ó¥B§Úµo²{¦oªº³ø§i³Ì§¹¥þªº" ¡C
I'm lying already, aren't I? He hadn't heard more than ten words. / §Ú¥¿¦b¤w¸g»¡ÁÀ,
§Ú¤£¬O? ¥L¨S¦³Å¥¨ì¶W¹L¤QÓ¦r¡C
"Very well. We expect to have the data analyzed in a few hours. Jun,
Mark, Ryu, I'm going to have each of you speak with a separate agent about
your data recorders. You'll be summoned after I've briefed them on the
situation." / "«D±`¦nªº¡C §Ú̦b´XÓ¤p®É¤§¤º´Á«Ý¤ÀªR¸ê®Æ¡C ¤»¤ë¡A°¨§J¡A Ryu,§Ú±Nn©M¤@Ó³æ¿Wªº¥N²z¤HÅý§A¨C¤@Ó»¡Ãö©ó§Aªº¸ê®Æ¿ýµ¾÷¡C
¦b§Ú¤w¸g¦b±¡§Î¤W§@ºKn¥L̤§«á¡A§A±N³Q¥l³ê¡C"
Mark's stomach tightened, and he fought a very inappropriate smile. Anderson
gave orders like that all the time, and he could almost hear Jason turning
to him and saying, "You know, Superman doesn't need to eat, sleep,
piss or bathe." / °¨§JªºG°Çºò¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥´¥M¤F¤@Ó«D±`¤£¾A·íªº·L¯º¡C ¦w¼w»¹µ¹¤©¤F©R¥O¦PÃþ©l²×¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥i¥H´X¥GÅ¥¨ìÂà¦V¥L©M±Ôz
ªº³Ç¥Í,"§Aª¾¹D,¶W¤H¤£»Ýn¦Y, ºÎı, ¤p«K©Î¨N¯D" ¡C
Nambu looked right at him, and Mark looked to the side. Momentarily, they
were dismissed. / Nambu ¦b¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¥¿½T¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J´ÂµÛÃä¡C ¼È®É¦a¡A¥L̳Q¸Ñ´²¡C
Jun stayed behind in Nambu's office. Out in the hallway, Ryu announced
he was heading to the swimming pool. / ¤»¤ë¦b Nambu's ªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¯d¦b«á±¡C ¦b¨«´Y¤¤ªº¥~¡A
Ryu «Å§G¤F¥L¥¿¦b«e©¹´åªa¦À¡C
Jinpei said, "I'm sticking with Mark." / Jinpei »¡,"§Ú¥¿¦b©M°¨§JÂH¦í"
¡C
"Suit yourself." Ryu hit Mark on the back. "So, you've
got a disciple." / "¾A¦X§A¦Û¤v" ¡C Ryu ¸I¼²¦bI±¤Wªº°¨§J¡C "¦p¦¹¡A§A¤w¸gª§¨ú¤@ӧ̤l"
¡C
Jinpei blew him a raspberry. / Jinpei §j¥L¤@ÓÂЬ֤l¡C
Mark looked at Jinpei, who wore a smirking grin. Ken's far more perfect
than me, if he has a disciple. As Ryu left, Mark said, "Actually,
I was going to go take a shower." / °¨§J¬Ý¬ïµÛ¤F¼H¼H°µ¯ºÅS¾¦¯ºªº Jinpei ¡C ªÖ®¦§ó¦hªº§¹¦¨¦¡¶W¹L§Ú,¦pªG¥L¦³¤@ӧ̤l¡C
·í Ryu Â÷¶}ªº®ÉÔ,°¨§J»¡," ¹ê»Ú¤W¡A§Ú±Nn¥h¬~¾þ".
"What's my counterpart like?" / "§Úªº°t¹ïªÌ¬O«ç¼Ëªº¤H"?
Mark started walking in the direction he thought he remembered their rooms
being. "He's your age--I'm not sure why, but of all the team, you're
the only one no older here than there." / °¨§J¶}©l¨«¤J¥L·Q¤F¥L°O±o¤F¥L̪º©Ð¶¡¦s¦bªº¤è¦V¡C
"¥L¬O§Aªº¦~ÄÖ-- §Ú¤£½T©w¬°¤°»ò, ¦ý¬O©Ò¦³ªº¤p²Õ¡A§A¬O°ß¤@ªº¤@Ó¨S¦³¸ê²`ªÌ³o¸Ì¶W¹L¦b¨º¸Ì".
"Really?" Jinpei said, "Did the war start later in your
world?" / "¯uªº¶Ü"? Jinpei »¡,"¾Ôª§µy«á¦b§Aªº¥@¬É¤¤¶}©l¶Ü"?
"You guys told me what year it is here, and the numbers don't correlate."
Mark shook his head. "He was five when Jun found him in the Port
Authority bus terminal, and by the time the war started, he was twelve."
/ "§A¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í§i¶D§Ú¥¦¦b³o¸Ì¤°»ò¦~¡A¦Ó¥B¼Æ¦r¤£¤¬¬Û¦³Ãö«Y" ¡C °¨§J·nÀY¡C " ·í¤»¤ë¦b´ä¤f·í§½¤½¦@¨T¨®²×ÂI¤¤µo²{¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¦b®É¶¡¤§«e¾Ôª§¶}©lªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¬O¤,
¥L¬O¤Q¤G" ¡C
Jinpei hummed. "Neechan found me when I was two. The war started
when I was eight." / Jinpei µo§CóÁn¡C "·í§Ú¬O¤Gªº®ÉÔ¡A Neechan µo²{§Ú¡C ·í§Ú¬O¤Kªº®ÉÔ¡A¾Ôª§¶}©l¡C"
Mark stumbled. Eight? "When did you join the team?" / °¨§J²ÌË¡C
¤K? "§A¦ó®É°Ñ¥[¤p²Õ"?
"Oh, right at the start." He didn't notice the look Mark gave
him as he grinned. "So is Keyop--you said his name was Keyop? What
kind of an idiot name is that?" / "®@,¦b¶}©lªºÅv§Q". ¥L¨S¦³ª`·N¡A·í¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯ºªº®ÉÔ¡A¯«±¡°¨§Jµ¹¤©¤F¥L¡C
"Keyop ¤]¬O--§A»¡¡A¥Lªº¦W¦r¬O Keyop? ¤@Ó¥Õè¦W¦r¬O¨º¬O¤°»òÃþ«¬ªº?"
"Princess couldn't pronounce Keith Opderbeck when she found him."
/ "·í¦oµo²{¥Lªº®ÉÔ¡A¤½¥D¤£¥i¥H«Å§i°ò«ä Opderbeck" ¡C
"And her name's really Princess?" He made a disgusted face.
/ " ¦Ó¥B¦oªº¦W¦r¯uªº¤½¥D"? ¥L»s³y¤F¤@Ó³Q¥O¤H¹½´cªºÁy¡C
"Is Jun's name really Oneechan?" / " ¤»¤ëªº¦W¦r¯uªº¬O Oneechan"?
Jinpei rolled his eyes. Mark rounded the corner to the team's suites,
and he breathed deeply as he sighted his door and made his way directly
toward it. Jinpei was saying, "So Keyop, is he doing anything special,
like with his friends?" / Jinpei ±²¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C ¹ï¤p²ÕªºÀHû¨¤¸¨ªþªñªº°¨§J, ¦Ó¥B¥L²`²`¦a©I§l·í¥L¬Ý±o¨£ªº¥Lªù¦Ó¥B¹ï©ó¥¦ª½±µ¦a»s³y¤F¥Lªº¤èªk¡C
Jinpei ¥¿¦b»¡," ¦]¦¹ Keyop, ¬O¥L°µ¯S§OªºªF¦è,©M¥LªºªB¤Í¦PÃþ"?
"I'm not really sure. He still goes to public school, so I guess
he has friends there." / "§Ú¤£¯uªº·íµM¡C ¥L¤´µM¥h¤½¥ß¾Ç®Õ¡A¦]¦¹¡A§Ú²q´ú , ¥L¦b¨º¸Ì¦³ªB¤Í¡C"
"Really? Oh, lucky!" Jinpei shoved his hands in his pockets.
"I was rocking at my school, you know, and I was this close to bringing
the school bully down, but then we had to come here and I couldn't stay
any longer." / "¯uªº¶Ü? ®@,©¯¹Bªº!"Jinpei ±ÀÀ½¤F¥Lªº¤f³U¥L¤â¡C " §Ú¬O·n°Êªº¦b§Ú¾Ç®Õ,
§Aª¾¹D¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¬O³o±µªñªº¨ì±a¾Ç®Õ´Ûâ®z¤pªÌ¤U¨Ó,¦ý¬OµM«á§ÚÌ¥²¶·¨Ó³o¸Ì¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¥i¥H¤£¦A°±¯d".
"That's a shame." Mark opened his door and looked at Jinpei
meaningfully. / "¨º¬O²Û·\" ¡C °¨§J¦³·N¸q¦a¥´¶}¤F¥Lªºªù¦Ó¥B¬Ý Jinpei ¡C
"I know--I bet I'd get into a great college and be set for life if
Gallactor hadn't come back. I was even going to have a girlfriend! Does
Keyop have a girlfriend?" / "§Úª¾¹D--§Ú¥´½ä , °²¦p Gallactor ¤£¦^¨Ó¡A§Ú±N·|¶i¤J¤@ӴΪº¾Ç°|¦Ó¥B¬°¥Í¬¡³Q³]©w¡C
§Ú¬Æ¦Ü±Nn¦³¤@Ó¤kªB¤Í! Keyop ¦³¤@Ó¤kªB¤Í¶Ü?"
"No--there's one or two girls he has lunch with sometimes, but they're
not really--" / "¤£--¦³¥L¦³®É¤@°_¦Y¤ÈÀ\ªº¤@©Î¤GÓ¤k«Ä,¦ý¬O¥L̤£¯uªº--"
"Has he met Maria yet? That rich girl they kidnapped?" / "¥L¦³¹J¨£¤Fº¿ÄR¨È¶Ü?
¨ºÓ´I¦³ªº¤k«Ä¥L̸j¬[?"
Mark rested his hand on the door knob. "I don't--" / °¨§J¥ð®§¤F¦bªù§â¤â¤Wªº¥L¤â¡C
" §Ú¤£--"
"She's hot, but she'll just break his heart if he sticks with her.
Tell him that." / "¦pªG¥L»P¦o¤£¤ÀÂ÷¡A¦o«Ü¼ö¡A¦ý¬O¦o±N¶È¶È¶Ë¥Lªº¤ß¡C §i¶D¥L¨º¡C"
"I'll be sure to." Mark started edging into his apartment. "Assuming
her name's the same in both worlds." / " §Ú±N½T©w¨ì". °¨§J¶}©l¶i¤J¥Lªº¤½´J¤§¤º¾U§Q¡C
¦b¨âÓ¥@¬É¤¤°²©w¦oªº¦W¦r¤@¼Ëªº¡C
"He'll know who I'm talking about when it happens. Man, she was awesome."
Jinpei dazzled for a moment. Mark took half a step into the apartment,
and seeing him move, Jinpei followed him inside. / "¥L±Nª¾¹D·í¥¦µo¥Íªº®ÉÔ ,
§Ú¥¿¦b½Í½×½Ö¡C ¬°, °t³Æ¤H¤â¦o¬O¦³«ÂÄYªº¡C"Jinpei ¨Ï¤@·|¨à²´ªá¡C °¨§J±Ä¨ú¤@¥bªº¨BÆJ¶i¤½´J, ¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨£¥L²¾°Ê,Jinpei
¿í±q¤F¸Ì±ªº¥L¡C
Mark didn't sit on the couch. "So you went out with this girl?"
/ °¨§J¨S¦³§¤¦bªø´È¤W¡C " ¦]¦¹§A©M³o¤@Ó¤k«Ä¥~¥X "?
"I couldn't--she'd have found out about the team in two seconds flat,
you know. Smart girls like that--Oneechan said she understood, but I don't
know." / " §Ú couldn't--¦o¦³¤w¸g¨ì³Bµo²{¥H¤G¬í¬°³æ¦ìªº¤p²Õ¤½´J,§Aª¾¹D¡C Áo©úªº¤k«Ä³ßÅw¨º--Oneechan
»¡¡A¦o¤F¸Ñ¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¡C"
About to start collecting his towel and a change of clothes, Mark hesitated.
"You and Jun are close, huh?" / ¤j¬ù¶}©l¦¬¶°¥Lªº¤â¤y©M¦çªAªº¤@Ó§ïÅÜ,°¨§JµS¿Ý¡C "§A©M¤»¤ë¬Oµ²§ô,ó!"?
"She's practically my sister." He looked at Mark. "I know
what you're thinking, and you know, don't ask." / "¦o¹ê»Ú¦a¬O§Úªº©n©f"
¡C ¥L¬Ý°¨§J¡C "§Úª¾¹D§A¥¿¦b·Qªº¡A¦Ó¥B§Aª¾¹D,¤£°Ý".
When it's just about to get interesting? Mark said, "Don't ask it?"
/ ·í¥¦¥¿nªº®ÉÔ¦³½ì? °¨§J»¡," ¨S°Ý¶Ü¥¦"?
"Because for real, I just don't know what to tell you. Yeah, I mean,
I saw how everything played out here, but I don't know what would have
made it better." / " ¦]¬°¬°¯u¥¿ªº,§Ú´N¬O¤£ª¾¹D¸Ó§i¶D§A¤°»ò¡C ¬Oªº,§Ú·N¿×,§Ú¬Ý¨£¨C¥ó¨Æª«¦p¦óª±¤F¥~±ªº³o¸Ì¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¤£ª¾¹D·|¨Ï¥¦§ó¦nªºªF¦è¡C"
Mark nodded. "So I shouldn't ask you for advice--but you can tell
me what you experienced and leave me to draw my own conclusions, right?"
/ °¨§JÂIÀY¡C "¦]¦¹§Ú¤£À³¸Ó¬°©¾§i°Ý§A-- ¦ý¬O§A¯à§i¶D§Ú¤°»ò§A¸g¾ú¨Ã¥B¯d¤U§Ú¤U§Úªº¦Û¤vµ²½×,¹ï¤£¹ï"?
Jinpei thought a moment, then sat on the couch and rested his elbows on
his knees. He looked so gangly that for a moment Mark decided he really
might be older than Keyop--he must have just hit a growth spurt and his
spirit hadn't quite moved into the enlarged quarters of his arms and legs.
Despite his ninja poise, the kid's limbs dangled when he wasn't paying
attention. "Look, I'm not saying anything about you, but when it
came to women, Ken was kinda thick-headed. Oneechan had it for him for
the longest time, and he never followed through." / Jinpei ·Q¤F¤ù¨è,
µM«á§¤¦bªø´È¤W¦Ó¥B¥ð®§¤F¦b¥Lªº½¥¤W¥L¤â¨y¡C ¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¦p¦¹ªº¶¤¥HP©ó¤@·|¨à°¨§J½T©wªº¥L¯u¥i¯à¬O¤ñ Keyop ¦~ªøªº--¥L¤@©wnè襴¤@ӥͪø½Ä¨ë¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªººë¯«¨S¦³¬Û·í·h¶i³QÂX¤jªº¥|¤À¤§¤@ªº¥L¤â©M»L¡C
·í¥L¨S¦³¦b±M¤ßªº®ÉÔ¡A¤£¦b¥G¥Lªº¾Õªø¤é¥»ªZ¤hÁô¨³Nªº¥¿Å¡A¤p«Äªº¥|ªÏ¦Q°Ê¡C " ¬Ý, §Ú¨S¦³¦b»¡Ãö©óªº¥ô¦ó¨Æ§A, ¦ý¬O·í¥¦¨«ªñ¤k¤Hªº®ÉÔ,
ªÖ®¦¦³¤@ÂI¬O«pªº-¦L¦³©ïÀYªº¡C Oneechan ¦³¥¦µ¹¥L³Ìªøªº®É¶¡¥H¨Ó, ©M¥L±q¤£³e¹ý¡C"
Mark watched blankly. "He didn't?" / °¨§J¯íµM¦a¬Ý¡C " ¥L¨S¦³"?
"He didn't realize at first how much she liked him. Or maybe he did
and he just didn't let on, like it would go away." Mark straightened
suddenly, and Jinpei looked up at him. "When the war ended, though,
they were really happy together, until all of a sudden they broke up.
I think he broke up with her, but she won't talk about it even to me,
so that means it's really serious. She was totally pissed at him for the
longest time and they were just starting to be nice to each other when
we went on our first mission. I think she misses him." / " ¥L°_¥ý¨S¦³¤F¸Ñ¦o³ßÅw¥L¦h¤Ö¡C
©Î¤]³\¥L°µ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L´N¬O¨S¦³Åý¦b,¤§¤W¹³¥¦±N·|¨«¶}¡C" °¨§J¬ðµM§Ëª½¡A¦Ó¥B Jinpei ¬Ý¦b¥L¤W±¡C "·í¾Ôª§µ²§ôªº®ÉÔ¡AÁöµM¡A¥L̤@°_¯uªº§Ö¼Ö,ª½¨ì¬ðµM¥L̥˸ѡC
§Ú»{¬°¡A¥L©M¦o¤À¤â¡A¦ý¬O¦o±N¤£½Í½×¥¦¬Æ¦Ü¹ï§Ú, ©Ò¥H¤èªk¥¦¯uªºÄY«¡C ¦o¹ï¥L³Ìªøªº®É¶¡§¹¥þ¦a¬O©Á«ãªº¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÌ¥¿¦b¶È¶È¶}©l·í§ÚÌÄ~Äò¶i¦æ§Ú̪º²Ä¤@Ó¥ô°Èªº®ÉÔ
, ¹ï©¼¦¹n¬ü¦n¡C §Ú»{¬°¦o·Q©À¥L¡C"
Mark groped for the chair and sat gingerly. "Now that I'm here, or
now that--" / °¨§J¹ï©ó´È¤l¥HºN¯Á´M§ä¨Ã¥B¤p¤ßÁlÁl¦a§¤¡C "§Ú¦b³o¸Ìªº²{¦b, ©Î¬JµM--"
"Now that they broke up. I'm not sure why she's mad at you unless
you put a move on her." / "¬JµM¥L̥˸ѡC °£«D§A§â¤@¦¸²¾°Ê©ñ¦b¦o¡A§_«h§Ú¤£½T©w¹ï§A¦o¬°¤°»ò¬OºÆ¨gªº¡C"
Mark's mouth opened, and Jinpei said, "Oh, I didn't think you would--I'm
surprised Ken ever got around to it, you know? You'd have to be real different
from him. So you haven't, you know, gone out with Princess yet?"
/ °¨§Jªº¼L¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B Jinpei »¡,"®@,§Ú¨S¦³»{¬°§A±N·| -- §Ú·P¨ìÅå³YªÖ®¦´¿¸g³Q¶Ç¶}¨ì¥¦,§Aª¾¹D? §A¦³¥²¶·¬O¯u¥¿ªº¤£¦P¥L¡C
¦]¦¹§A¤£¤w¸g,§Aª¾¹D,©M¤½¥D¥~¥X ?"
Mark said without inflection, "No." / °¨§J¤£»Ýn©}¦±´N»¡,"¸¹½X"
Jinpei shrugged and shook his head. "See--maybe if they'd given it
a whirl during the first war, they'd have been able to handle the second
one." His feet shuffled on the carpet. "But you know the war's
going to start again, so if you don't want to have a girlfriend while
you're fighting all the time, maybe you want to hold off even after it
ends. But what do I know? All I have to go on is Maria, Laura, and a whole
lot of listening from the top of the steps." / Jinpei ÁqªÓ¦Ó¥B·nÀY¡C "¬Ý¨£--¤]³\¦pªG¥L̦b²Ä¤@Ó¾Ôª§´Á¶¡¤w¸gµ¹¥¦°j±Û,¥L̦³¤w¸g¯à°÷³B²z¬í¤@".
¥Lªº¸}¦b¦a´à¤W©ì¦²¡C " ¦ý¬O§A¦A¤@¦¸ª¾¹D¾Ôª§¥h¶}©l¡A¦]¦¹¡A¦pªG§A¤£·Qn¦³¤@Ó¤kªB¤Í·í§A¥¿¦b©l²×¹ï§Üªº®ÉÔ, ¤]³\§A·Qn¬Æ¦Ü¾×¦í¥¦µ²§ô¤§«á¡C
¦ý¬O§Úª¾¹D¤°»ò? ¥þ³¡§Ú¥²¶·Ä~Äò¬O±q¨BÆJªº³»ºÝÅ¥ªºº¿ÄR¨È¡AÅÚ©Ô©M«Ü¦h¡C"
Arms crossed, Mark said, "You've certainly given me something to
think about, though." / ¤âÁu¥æ¤e,°¨§J»¡,"¦ý¬O,§A½T©w¦a¦³µ¹§Ú¬Y¨Æ·Q" ¡C
Jinpei brightened. "Really?" He sat forward to the end of the
couch. "Tell Keyop that when he gets to level fifteen, the password
is Shiloh. He'll know what I'm talking about--it's a computer game--and
that you have to get all the evidence first otherwise the game just locks
up and you can't ever win it. That stalled me for months." / Jinpei
ÅÜ«G¡C "¯uªº¶Ü"? ¥L¦V«e¦a¬°¥Øªºªø´È§¤¡C " §i¶D Keyop ·í¥L¶}©l®ø°£¤Q¤,±K½X¬O®L¥ì¬¥¡C ¥L±Nª¾¹D§Ú¥¿¦b½Í½×--¥¦¬O¤@³õ¹q¸£¹CÀ¸--
¦Ó¥B§A¥²¶·º¥ý§_«h±o¨ì©Ò¦³ªºÃÒ¾Ú¤ñÁɶȶÈÂê¦b¦Ó¥B§A¤£¯à´¿¸gűo¥¦¤W±¡C ¨º°±¹y¤F§Úªø¹F¼ÆӤ뤧¤[¡C"
"You don't say." Mark glanced at the clock. "You know,
I'm going to have to go to a second meeting in a bit--I'm going to take
that shower now." / "§A¤£»¡" ¡C °¨§Jª`µø®ÉÄÁ¡C "§Aª¾¹D,§Ú¥¿¦b¥h¥²¶·¦b¤@ÂIÂI¥h¤@ӲĤGÓ·|ij--§Ú²{¦b±Nn±a¨º¤@¦¸°}«B".
"Oh! I totally forgot! Sure--hey, thanks!" Jinpei left the room,
banging the door as he left. Mark stripped off his wristband and stood
once again in his jeans and t-shirt. As he headed for the shower, the
bracelet started to beep, but he left it untouched on the table as he
turned on the water and stepped inside to the roar of silence. / "®@!
§Ú§¹¥þ¦a§Ñ°O! ½T«H--¶Ù¡AÁÂÁÂ!"Jinpei Â÷¶}¤F©Ð¶¡, «À»ªù·í¥LÂ÷¶}¡C °¨§J¨«¶}°£¥h¥Lªº³S¤f¦Ó¥B¦b¥Lªº¤û¥J¿Ç©M T«ò¤¤¦A¤@¦¸¯¸¥ß¡C
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---
Sitting behind her desk, Julia studied her computer screen with an intensity
Mark found Jason-like in its single-mindedness. Joe-like? A lot of things
had begun to look like Jason to him lately, it seemed. / ¦b¦oªº®Ñ®à«á±ªº®y¦ì¦w±Æ,
¦b¥¦ªº³æ¤@¦³·Nªº¹³³Ç¥Í¤@¼Ëªº»P³Qµo²{ªº±j¯P°¨§J¤@°_¾Ç²ß¦oªº¹q¸£¿Ã¹õªº¯ü²ú¨È¡C ¹³³ì¤@¼Ëªº? ³\¦h¨Æª«¤w¸g¶}©lªñ¨Ó¹ï¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³³Ç¥Í¤@¼Ë,¥¦¦ü¥G¡C
As she examined the data Mark had gathered, he inspected her office. Neat,
organized, a desk where he'd have been proud to work. A small stack of
files in the corner had typed labels on the tabs and color coding on the
edges. Although her office had no window, Julia had decorated with posters
from various countries, each framed in black that stood in smart contrast
to the white walls. She had set small plants at various points around
her office, and a miniature rose sat atop her CPU. / ·í¦o½Õ¬d¸ê®Æ°¨§J¤w¸g»E¶°,¥LÀˬd¤F¦oªº¿ì¤½«Ç¡C
¾ã¼äªº,²Õ´,¤@±i¥L¦³¤w¸g«Üź¶Æ¤u§@ªº®Ñ®à¡C ¨¤¸¨ªºÀɮפp°ïÅ|¤w¸g¥´¦r¦b©w¦ìÁä©M±m¦â¦bÃä½t¤W½s½X¤Wªº¼ÐÅÒ¡C ÁöµM¦oªº¿ì¤½«Ç¨S¦³µ¡¤á, ¦ý¬O¯ü²ú¨È¤w¸g©M¨Ó¦Û¦UºØ¤£¦Pªº°ê®a¼s§i¸Ë¹¢,
¨CÓ¦bÁo©úªº®t§O¤¤¯¸¥ß¨ì¥Õ¦âªºÀð¾À¶Â¦â¤¤ºc¦¨¡C ¦o¤w¸g¦b¦oªº¿ì¤½«Çªþªñªº¦UºØ¤£¦PªºÂI³]©w¤pªº¤u¼t¡A¦Ó¥B¤@¦·¤p³W¼Òªºª´ºÀ¦b¦oªº¤¤¥¡³B²z¾¹ªº³»¤W§¤¡C
"What I'm getting from this data," Julia said, "just at
first glance, mind you, is a fairly clear pattern of energy emission in
the gigahertz range, and that dovetails nicely with the New GodPhoenix's
first findings at the time the switch occurred. So I think whatever you
found, that's the causative mechanism." / "§Ú¥¿¦b±q³o¤@µ§¸ê®Æ±o¨ìªº",¯ü²ú¨È»¡
",°_¥ý¶È¶È¤@¿h,¯d·N§A,¬O¤Q¸U¸U»®½d³òªº¯à·½µo®gªº¤@Ó«D±`²M·¡ªº¨å«¬,¦Ó¥B·í¶}Ãöµo¥Íªº®ÉÔ¡A¨º«Ü¦n¦a¥H·sªº GodPhoenix's
ªº²Ä¤@Ó½Õ¬dµ²ªG§k¦X¡C ¦]¦¹§Ú·Q§Aµo²{µL½×¤°»ò,¨º¬O¦¨¬°ì¦]ªº¾÷¨î¡C"
Mark nodded. "It was easily the most powerful piece of equipment
on the base." / °¨§JÂIÀY¡C "¥¦®e©ö¦a¬O¦b°ò¦¤Wªº³Ì¦³¤Oªº»ö¾¹¶ô" ¡C
Julia's brows furrowed and she didn't reply. Trying to guess her age,
Mark couldn't narrow it down to anything more specific than between twenty
and thirty. Right now she had her hair tied back in a metal clip to keep
it from her eyes as she continued coaxing the computer to come up with
a solution. "What would they use it for--now that's a bigger question.
It's far too powerful and random a signal for them to be using it for
a transformative effect of their own, and it's too scattered to be something
of a hyped-up Mechaziner." "A what?" "A machine that
can reverse your transmutation. You'll have to watch for that in the future."
Julia hadn't even looked away from the computer as she said this, and
now she edged closer. "Tell me about it again, Mark. Where in the
base was it situated? What sort of personnel ran it?" She kept typing
even as she spoke, and as he hesitated, she said, "Well?" /
¯ü²ú¨Èªº¬Ü¤ò²p¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¨S¦³µªÂСC ¹Á¸Õ²q´ú¦oªº¦~ÄÖ, °¨§J¤£¥i¥H§â¥¦ÁY¤p¤U¨Ó¨ì¥ô¦ó¨Æ§ó¦hªº¯S©Ê¶W¹L¦b¤G¤Q©M¤T¤Q¤§¶¡¡C ¥ß¨è¦o¦³¦oªº³Q¦bª÷ÄÝ»sªº§¨¤l¤¤¦V«á¦aô±q¦oªº²´·ú«O¦s¥¦ªºÀY¾v·í¦oÄ~Äò«¡¹q¸£´£¥X¸Ñ¨M¤è®×¡C
" ¥ḺN·|¨Ï¥Î¥¦¤°»ò¬°--²{¦b¨º¬O¤@Ó¸û¤jªº°ÝÃD¡C ¥¦»»»·¦a¤Ó¦³¤Oªº©MÀH·N¬°¥L̪º«H¸¹¨Ï¥Î¥¦§@¬°¥L̦ۤvªº¦³Åܧίà¤Oªº®ÄªG, ¦Ó¥B¥¦¬O¤ÓÂ÷´²¦ÓµLªk¬O¦h¤Ö¦³ÂI¹³¤@¨ë¿E-´£°ª
Mechaziner¡C"" ¤@¤°»ò?""¤@³¡¯àÄA˧AªºÅܧξ÷¾¹¡C §A±N¥²¶·¥¼¨Ó¯d·N¨º¡C"
·í¦o»¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A¯ü²ú¨È¨S¦³¬Æ¦Ü¬Ý»·Â÷¹q¸£³o, ¦Ó¥B²{¦b¦o¾U§Q¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¡C "¦A¤@¦¸§i¶D§ÚÃö©ó¥¦,°¨§J¡C ¦bþ¸Ì¦b°ò¦¤¤¬O¥¦¦ì©ó? ¤Hû¶]¥¦¤°»òÃþ«¬ªº?"·í¦o»¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o¬Æ¦ÜÄ~Äò¥´¦r¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥LµS¿Ýªº®ÉÔ,¦o»¡
",¦nªº?"
"Don't you want me to wait until you're finished?" / "§A¤£·Qn§Úµ¥Ô¡Aª½¨ì§A³Q§¹¦¨"?
"I've got two ears, and I don't use either of them to watch the monitor."
/ "§Ú¤w¸g¦³¤G°¦¦Õ¦·¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¥L̤£¤]¨Ï¥Î¬ÝºÊµø¾¹" ¡C
Mark sat up straighter. "The mechanism, whatever it is, was positioned
directly at the center of their base, close to the surface. I think there
were ten levels or so beneath the one I was on, but immediately beneath
was a fairly long tunnel--it wasn't smoothed out, either, just rough rock.
A crater, I guess." / °¨§J§¤ª½¡C "¦bªí±ªºªþªñ¾÷¨î,µL½×¥¦¬O¤°»ò,³Qª½±µ¦a©ñ¸m¦b¥L̪º°ò¦¤¤¤ß¡C
§Ú»{¬°¦³¤QÓ¤ô·Ç¥ª¥k¨º¤@Ó¤§¤U§Ú¬O¶}ªº, ¦ý¬O¥ß¨è¦b¬O«D±`ªøªºÀG¹D¤§¤U--¥¦¤]¤£³Q¥ú·Æ¥X,¥¿ª½ªº²ÊÁW©¥¥Û¡C ¤@Ó¤õ¤s¤f,§Ú²q´ú¡C"
"Personnel?" / "¤Hû"?
Mark hesitated. "Personnel--" / °¨§JµS¿Ý¡C "¤Hû--"
"Anyone you saw there." / " ¥ô¦ó¤H§A¦b¨º¸Ì¬Ý¨£".
All right, then. Time to rattle the chains. "I saw Joe there."
/ ¦n ,µM«á¡C ®É¶¡Åå·W¥¢±¹Ãì¡C "§Ú¦b¨º¸Ì¬Ý¨£³ì" ¡C
Julia stopped typing, swiveled her chair, and looked directly at Mark.
/ ¯ü²ú¨È°±¤î¤F¥´¦r¡M±ÛÂà¤F¦oªº´È¤l¡M¦Ó¥Bª½±µ¦a¦b°¨§J¬Ý¡C
Score one for the outsider. "I saw someone who looked exactly like
Jason, only older. Not clearly. He had gotten right up to the machine,
and I crept up closer to see him better. As for Gallactors, I saw about
six of them, all green-uniforms, but they were lying dead. I didn't have
any doubt at the time that Joe, or whoever it was, had been the one to
kill them." A pale Julia said lowly, "Mark, why didn't you tell
me this earlier?" / ¬°§½¥~¤HÀò±o¤@¡C "§Ú¬Ý¨£§¹¥þ¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³³Ç¥Í,°ß¤@ªº¸ê²`ªÌ¤@¼Ëªº¬Y¤H¡C ¤£¬O²M·¡¡C
¥L¥¿½T¦a¤w¸g»°¤W¾÷¾¹, ©M§Úª¦¦b¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¤W±¨£¥L§ó¦h¡C Ãö©ó Gallactors ¡A§Ú¬Ý¨£Ãö©ó¥L̤¤ªº¤»Ó¨Æ,©Ò¦³ªººñ¦â-¨îªA,¦ý¬O¥LÌ¥¿¦b»¡ÁÀ¦º¡C
§Ú¦b¨º®É¨S¦³¥ô¦óªºÃhºÃ³ì, ©ÎµL½×¥¦¬O½Ö,¤w¸g¬O¨º¤@Ó±þ¥LÌ¡C"¤@Ó»a¥Õªº¯ü²ú¨È¦ì¸m§C¤Uªº»¡ ",°¨§J, ¬°¤°»ò§A¨S¦³¦¨Ç®ÉÔ§i¶D§Ú³o¶Ü?"
"Because it can't be Joe, not really." Mark waved a hand absently.
"Joe is dead, they've told me. Anyway, when the person got close
to it, sparks or some kind of energy shot out of the machine and hit him,
and he dropped. That's when the alarms went off and I had to get out of
there. I didn't get a chance to verify what I saw. I'm willing to admit
I might have seen something I wanted to." Mark took a deep breath
and employed the large-eyed look that made Jason so furious because he
couldn't copy it--this expression of mixed earnestness and utter innocence
had saved him for the first time when he'd disassembled two toasters in
three days at age nine in a misguided attempt to "fix" them.
Not even Nambu would have realized the calculation in his breezy style.
"All this means is that Gallactor has at least one other enemy breaking
into its bases." / " ¦]¬°¥¦¤£¥i¯à¬O³ì, ¤£¯uªº". °¨§J¤ß¤£¦b²j¦a´§»R¤F¤@°¦¤â¡C "³ì¦º,¥L̤w¸g§i¶D§Ú¡C
µL½×¦p¦ó¡A·í¤H¨ì¹F¦b¥¦ªºªþªñ®ÉÔ,¤õªá©Î¯à·½ªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬®gÀ»Â÷¾÷¾¹©M¸I¼²¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¥L°§C¡C ¨º¬O·íĵ³øÃz¬µ¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¦³¦b¨º¸ÌÂ÷¶}¡C §Ú¨S¦³±o¨ì¤@Ó¾÷·|¬dÃҧکҬݨ£ªº¡C
§Ú¼Ö·N©Ó»{§ÚÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H¬Ý¨ì¬Y¨Æ§Ú·Qn¨ì¡C"¦]¬°¥L¤£¥i¥H½Æ¦L¥¦¡A©Ò¥H°¨§J§@¤F²`ªº©I§l¦Ó¥B¶±¥Î¤F¨Ï³Ç¥Í¦p¦¹¨g«ãªº¤j- ²´ªº¯«±¡-- ·í¥L¦³¸Ñ¶}¤F¦b¦b¤@ºØ³Q¿ù»~¤Þ¾Éªº¹Á¸Õ¤E·³ªº¤T¤Ñ¤GÓ¯N½cªº®ÉÔ¡A²V¦Xªº»{¯u©M¥þµMªºµL¸o³oªí¹F²Ä¤@¦¸¤w¸g¸`¬Ù¥L¨ì
"©T©w" ¥LÌ¡C ¤£¬O¥©Zªº Nambu ·|¤F¸Ñ¥Lªº¦³·L·ªº·®æpºâ¡C " ¥þ³¡³o·N¿×¬O Gallactor
¦³Âô¤J¥¦ªº°ò¦ ªº¨ä¥L¦Ü¤Ö¤@¼Ä¤H".
"I know that," Julia said. "We get semi-anonymous tips
from time to time. Or rather, I get them from one man in particular."
/ " §Úª¾¹D¨º",¯ü²ú¨È»¡¡C "§Ú̮ɱ`±o¨ì¥b- §@ªÌ¤£¸Ôªº³»ºÝ¡C ©Î¹ç¥i¡A§Ú¯S§O¦a±q¤@Ó¨k¤H±o¨ì¥LÌ¡C"
She still wanted to keep her cards close--he'd never get any useful information
that way. With a great smile of relief, Mark said, "Then it was him.
Obviously I was mistaken." / ¦o¤´µM·Qn¨Ï¦oªº¥d¤ù«O«ù±µªñªº--¥L¦³±q¤£¨º¼Ë±o¨ì¥ô¦óªº¦³¥Î¸ê®Æ¡C ÂǥѦw¤ßªº¤@ӴΪº·L¯º¡A°¨§J»¡,"µM«á¥¦¬O¥L¡C
©úÅã¦a§Ú³Q»~»{¡C"
Julia shook her head. "I was able to get a voice print on the guy
once, and he's far too old to be running around sneaking into bases--I'd
guess he's in his fifties or sixties." / ¯ü²ú¨È·nÀY¡C " §Ú¯à°÷¦b³Ã¥ë¤@¦¸¤W®³¦L¨êµ¹¤@ºØÁnµ,
©M¥L»»»·¦a¬O¤Ó¦Ñ¦ÓµLªk¶]¦b°½°½°k¨«ªº©P³ò¶i¤J°ò¦¤§¤º-- §Ú±N·|²q´ú¥L¬O¦b¥Lªº¤¤Q©Î¤»¤Q".
Press her a bit. Shaking his head, Mark said, "This person didn't
look any older than early twenties. He had an astonishingly deep voice."
/ À£¦o¤@ÂIÂI¡C ·nÀY,°¨§J»¡,"³o¤@Ó¤H¨S¦³¬Ý¥ô¦óªº¤ñ¦¦~ªøªº¤G¤Q´X·³¡C ¥L¦³¤F¤@ºØ¥iÅ岧²`ªºÁnµ¡C"
The barefaced lie twisted Mark's stomach, but he knew how Joe supposedly
sounded. / «pÃCªºÁÀ¨¥À¾¤F°¨§JªºG¡A¦ý¬O¥Lª¾¹D¤F³ì¦p¦ó¾ÚºÙÅ¥¡C
For a moment, Julia sat with her hands clasped on her lap. "You ought
to tell this to Doctor Nambu." Her voice sounded like a whisper.
"I think he knows it already, though." / ¤@·|¨à¡A¯ü²ú¨È¥H¦b¦oªº½¥»\¤W³Q¦©ºòªº¦o¤â§¤¡C
" §AÀ³¸Ó§i¶D³o¨ìÂå¥Í Nambu". ¦oªºÁnµÅ¥°_¨Ó¹³¦Õ»y¤@¼Ë¡C "¦ý¬O,§Ú»{¬°¥L¤w¸gª¾¹D¥¦" ¡C
Mark sat on the edge of his chair. "What are you talking about? What
are you getting at?" / °¨§J§¤¦b¥Lªº´È¤lÃä½t¤W¡C "§A¥¿¦b½Í½×¤°»ò? §A¥¿¦b¨ì¹F¤°»ò?"
"Joe--I think Joe's still alive. There've been too many close calls,
too many near-misses. Either he's alive or someone wants us to think he
is. The team thought they saw him out on Easton Island." / "³ì--
§Ú·Q³ì¤´µM¬¡µÛ¡C ¬O¤Ó³\¦hµ²§ôªº There've ©I¥s, ¤Ó¦h near miss¡C ©Î¥L¬¡µÛ¡A§_«h¬Y¤H·Qn§ÚÌ»{¬°¡A¥L¬O¡C ¤p²Õ·Q¤F¥L̦b
Easton ®q¤Wªº¥~¬Ý¨£¥L¡C"
Taking a few deep breaths, Mark closed his eyes. His heart hammered. So
it was true. Jason. Jason somewhere not telling them he'd survived--why
on Earth...? Why hurt everyone like that--what motive could Joe possibly
have to stay away while everyone else grieved and suffered from his loss?
But then Mark could imagine Jason like a specter who didn't care whom
he hurt. Wrapped up in his rage, Jason had certainly done that once before,
trying to torment everyone by removing himself. Someone like that might
realize everyone thought him dead and not let them know he wasn't, watching
them from afar and letting them resume their lives in grief while he watched
like a voyeur and gloated that they thought about him. Jason had said
once that he and Mark did things equally heroic, the difference being
that "Everyone watches you do it--it's being noticed and thought
about that counts." A distant, mourned Joe at least had power over
their thoughts. / §@¤@¨Ç²`ªº©I§l,°¨§JÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C ¥Lªº¤ßÂñ¥´¡C ¦]¦¹¥¦¬O¯u¹êªº¡C ³Ç¥Í¡C ³Ç¥Í¬Y³B¤£§i¶D¥LÌ¥L¦³Ä~Äò¥Í¦s--
¬°¤°»ò¦b¦a²y¤W¡C¡C¡C? ¬°¤°»ò¶Ë®`¨CÓ¤H³ßÅw-- ¤°»ò°Ê¾÷·í¨ä¥L¤H¨Ï¦Ó¥B´d¶Ë»X¨ü¥Lªº·l¥¢®ÉÔ¡A³ì¥i¥H¥i¯à¦a¥²¶·Â÷¶}¶Ü? ¦ý¬OµM«á°¨§J¥i¥H·Q¹³³Ç¥Í³ßÅw¤@Ó«ÕÆF½Ö¨S¦³¥L¶Ë®`ªº·Ó®Æ¡C
¦b¥Lªº¼««ã¤è±¬ï±o·x©M,³Ç¥Í½T©w¦a¤w¸g¥H«e°µ¨º¤@Ó¤@¦¸, ¹Á¸ÕÂǥѰ£¥h¥L¦Û¤v¨Ï¨CÓ¤HW´o¡C ¬Y¤H³ßÅw¡A¨º¥i¯à¤F¸Ñ¡A¨CÓ¤H·Q¤F¥L¦º¦Ó¥B¤£Åý¥L̪¾¹D¥L¤£¬O,
±q¥Ñ»·³B¬Ý¥LÌ©M¨Ï¥LÌ«·s¶}©l¶Ëµhªº¥L̥ͩR·í¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤@Ó¿s²]ªÌ¤@¼Ë¦Ó¥Bº¡¨¬¦a¬Ý¤F¥LÌ·Q¥Lªº®ÉÔ¡C ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g»¡¤@¦¸¥L©M°¨§J°µ¤F¨Æª«¬Ûµ¥^«i,
¬O¨º ªº¤£¦P "¨CÓ¤H¬Ý§A°µ¥¦--¥¦¥¿¦b³Qª`·N¦Ó¥B·Q¨ºpºâ". »·, ¦Ü¤Ö«s±¥³ì¦³¤F¦b¥L̪º·Qªk¤Wªº¤O¶q¡C
"That's unforgivable," he said. Julia looked at him, sitting
back, and Mark added, "But you said he's dead." / " ¨º¬OµLªk¼e®¤ªº",¥L»¡¡C
³Q¬Ý¥Lªº¯ü²ú¨È , ®y¦ì¦w±Æ¦V«á¦a¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¼W¥[," ¦ý¬O§A»¡¤F¥L¦º" ¡C
"Technically, presumed dead. After the devastation at Cross Karacoram,
when X took off for his home planet or wherever he spent the last two
years, the ground was so torn up the team assumed the obvious, that Joe'd
been buried in a landslide or crushed by falling rocks. When they had
left him earlier, he was practically dead." / "§Þ³N¤W,°²©w¦º¡C ¦b¥æ¤eªº
Karacoram ªº¯î¼o¤§«á¡A·í X ¬°¥Lªº®a¦æ¬P°_¸ªº®ÉÔ§_«hµL½×¥L¦b¦ó³Bªá¶O¤F³Ì«á¤G¦~¡A¦a±¬O¼¹·´¦p¦¹ªº¤p²Õ°²©w¤F©úÅãªÌ, ¥HP©ó³Q¦b¤@Ó¤s±Y¤¤®I¸®©ÎÂǥѸ¨¤U©¥¥ÛÀ£¯}ªº
Joe'd¡C ·í¥L̦³¦¨Ç®ÉÔ¯d¤U¤F¥L,¥L¹ê»Ú¦º¡C"
Mark whispered, "They abandoned him still alive?" / °¨§J¦Õ»y,"
¥LÌ©ß±ó¤F¥L¤´µM¬¡µÛ"?
Julia nodded. / ¯ü²ú¨ÈÂIÀY¡C
Now Mark stood and paced her office, no longer seeing the photographs
on her credenza, the astonishingly clean in-box or the posters of Ireland
and Thailand that graced her walls. Gone was the calculation. He stared
past the two potted violets on her desk and saw a land ruined by earthquakes
and covered with fallen stone, and somewhere in that, Jason. Abandoned.
He almost could hear it--"You guys go on without me." Or was
it Ken, Ken their older, experienced, brutal leader, saying, "We
can't spare any time for you now. We have to go on. We have to save the
world." / ²{¦b°¨§J¯¸µÛ¨Ã¥B¿â¨B¦oªº¿ì¤½«Ç,¤£¦A¬Ý¨£¦b¦oªº credenza ¤Wªº¬Û¤ù, ¥iÅ岧°®²bªÌ¦b-²°¤l©Î·Rº¸Äõ©MÀu¶®¤F¦oªºÀð¾À®õ°êªº¼s§i¡C
¥h¬Opºâ¡C ¥Lª`µø¤F¦b¦oªº®Ñ®à¤Wªº¹L¥h¤G®è¬Ö®âªºµµÃ¹Äõ¦Ó¥BÂǵۦa¾_¬Ý¨£¤g¦a·´·Àªº¦Ó¥B¥H¼Z¸¨ªº¥ÛÀY²[»\, ©M¬Y³B¦b¨º,³Ç¥Í¡C ©ß±ó¡C ¥L´X¥G¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì¥¦--"
§A¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í¨S¦³§ÚÄ~Äò". ©Î¬O¥¦ªÖ®¦, ªÖ®¦¥L̪º¸ê²`ªÌ¡A´I¦³¸gÅ窺, ´Ý§Ôªº»â³S,»¡,"§Ú̲{¦b¬°§A¤£¯àÀH®É¼e®¤¡C
§ÚÌ¥²¶·Ä~Äò¡C §ÚÌ¥²¶·¸Ñ±Ï¥@¬É¡C"
But what good is it to save the whole world, Mark asked himself, and then
lose ourselves? If I did that--if that was me who said that--then I wish
I were the one who died on that hill. Jason wouldn't do that to us. Why
would they have left Joe? / ¦ý¬O¥¦¬O¤°»ò¦n³B¸Ñ±Ï¾ãÓ¥@¬É¡A³Q°Ý¥L¦Û¤vªº°¨§J, µM«á¥¢¥h§Ú̦ۤv? ¦pªG§Ú°µ¨º--
¦pªG¨º¬O§Ú½Ö»¡--µM«á§ÚÄ@§Ú¬O¦b¨º¤@Ó¤p¤s¤W¦ºªº¨º¤@Ó¡C ³Ç¥Í±N¤£°µ¨ºµ¹§ÚÌ¡C ¬°¤°»ò¥ḺN·|¤w¸gÂ÷¶}¤F³ì?
Julia said, "You didn't know the circumstances, then?" / ¯ü²ú¨È»¡,"§A¨S¦³ª¾¹DÀô¹Ò,µM«á"?
Mark didn't turn to look at her. He had his eyes shut tight. Rocks. Mudslide.
A body. Fallen stones. The Phoenix lifting off minus one member. One member
watching, trapped and injured, full of rage as they left him behind. Jason
thinking, So let them be without me forever. / °¨§J¨S¦³·Ç³Æ¬Ý¦o¡C ¥Lºòºò¦aÃö¤W¥Lªº²´·ú¡C ©¥¥Û¡C
ªd¬y¡C ¤@Ó¨Åé¡C ¼Z¸¨ªº¥ÛÀY¡C »ñ°Ä«°¤É°ªÂ÷¶}´î¤@Ó¦¨û¡C ¤@Ó³Q¬Ý, §x¦í¦Ó¥B¶Ë®`ªº¦¨û, ¥Rº¡ªº¼««ã·í°µ¥ĻѰO¥L¡C ³Ç¥Í«ä¦Ò, ¦p¦¹Åý¥L̬O¨S¦³§Ú¥Ã»·¦a¡C
"He was already critically ill even before being captured. Jun said
he'd been shot and beaten as well, that he barely had the strength to
squeeze her hand when she found him, but he roused himself enough to talk
to them all one last time." / "¥L¬O¤w¸g§åµû©Ê¦a¦³®`¦a¬Æ¦Ü¦b³Q®·Àò¤§«e¡C ¤»¤ë»¡¡A¥L¤]¤w¸g³Q®gÀ»¦Ó¥B¥´,
·í¦oµo²{¥Lªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L´X¥G¦³¤F¤O¶qºò´¤¦oªº¤â¡A¦ý¬O¥L³ê¿ô¤F¥L¦Û¤v¥R¨¬¤W¦¸©M¥LÌ»¡¸Ü¥þ³¡¤@¡C"
Mark still said nothing. His throat tightened. / °¨§J¤´µM¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¡C ¥Lªº«|³ï°Çºò¡C
"Ken said he needed the whole team to head underground to defeat
Katse. They defeated Katse. When they looked for Joe afterward, they couldn't
find him." Julia shook her head. Mark still had his back to her.
"But since his death, we've had a new informant feeding information
to ISO--we heard a phone call that expertly matched Joe's voice but it
sounded faked. Knowing what tests we'd run on the voice, Joe might have
used a distorter on his own voice to confuse us." Mark's fists clenched
as she continued. "We've received anonymous emails. We were tipped
off prior to Easton Island by someone who said he'd spring a trap on Gallactor
there, and all four members of the team claimed they saw Joe's shadow
and saw a man killed in a way that left them convinced Joe had done it.
I think it may be true--Joe may be alive and helping us from somewhere
else." / "ªÖ®¦»¡¤F¥L»Ýn¤F¾ãÓªº¤p²Õ¦b¦a¤U¦a«e¶iÀ»±Ñ Katse ¡C ¥LÌÀ»±Ñ¤F Katse ¡C ·í¥L̵M«á§ä´M³ìªº®ÉÔ,¥L̤£¥i¥Hµo²{¥L¡C"¯ü²ú¨È·nÀY¡C
°¨§J¤´µM¹ï¦o¦³¤F¥LªºI³¡¡C "¦ý¬O¦]¬°¥Lªº¦º¤`¡A§Ṳ́w¸g¦³¹ï°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªº¤@Ó·sªº³qª¾ªÌ³vº¥±j¯Pªº¸ê®Æ--§ÚÌÅ¥¨ì¤@Ó¹q¸Ü³Q±M®a¦a»P³ìªºÁnµ¬Û°t¡A¦ý¬O¥¦Å¥°²³y¡C
ª¾¹D¤°»ò´ú¸Õ§Ṳ́w¸g¯A¤ÎÁnµ, ³ìÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H¨Ï¥Î¤@¦b¥L¦Û¤vªºÁnµ¤W§á¦±¨Ï§Ú̧x´b¡C"·í¦oÄ~Äòªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§Jªº®±ÀYºò´¤¡C "§Ṳ́w¸g¦¬¨ì§@ªÌ¤£¸Ôªº¹q¤l¶l¥ó¡C*#S00010
§Ú»{¬°¡A¥¦¥i¯à¬O¯u¹êªº-- ³ì¥i¯à¬¡µÛ¦Ó¥B±q¬Y³B§OªºÀ°§U§ÚÌ¡C"
Mark said, "Bastards. You're all bastards in this universe. I want
out. I want to go home." / °¨§J»¡,"¨p¥Í¤l¡C ©Ò¦³ªº§A¬O³o¦t©zªº¨p¥Í¤l¡C §Ú·Qn¥X¡C §Ú·Qn¦^®a¡C"
Julia looked at him, then lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry you feel that
way. We're trying to get you back as soon as we can. Help me out again--tell
me what kind of equipment you saw near the large machine." / ¬Ý¥Lªº¯ü²ú¨È,µM«á°§C¤F¦oªº²´·ú¡C
"¹ï¤£°_§A¨º¼Ë·Pı¡C §ÚÌ¥¿¦b¾¨¥i¯à«Ü§Ö¹Á¸Õ§â§A±o¨ì¦^¨Ó¡C ¦A¤@¦¸À°§U§Ú-- §i¶D§Ú§A¦b¤jªº¾÷¾¹ªþªñ¬Ý¨£¤°»òÃþ«¬ªº»ö¾¹¡C"
---
"Barry, you don't get a lunch today." / "¤Ú¨½,§A¤µ¤Ñ¤£±o¨ì¤@¥÷¤ÈÀ\".
The medical technician turned from his monitors to look at his supervisor
with a long-suffering expression. Seated before the control panels of
the CAT scan equipment, Barry looked shorter than he was. "Got a
set of emergency tests?" / Âå¾Çªº§Þ³N¤Hû±q¥LªººÊµø¾¹Âà¦V¬Ý¦³°í§Ôªºªí¹F¥LºÞ²zªÌ¡C ¦bÂ_¼h±½´y»ö¾¹ªº±±¨î»ö¿öªO¤§«e§¤,¤Ú¨½¬Ý¤ñ¥L¬O§óµu¡C
"±o¨ì¤F¤@²Õºò«æªº´ú¸Õ"?
"Some science guy over at ISO commandeered your lunch hour for a
high priority test. He demanded the best tech at Cornell Medical Center."
The supervisor gave a wicked smile. "No good deed goes unpunished,
my boy." / "¤@¨Ç¬ì¾Ç¦b³Q¬°¤@Ó°ªÀu¥ýÅv´ú¸Õ¼x¶Ò§Aªº¤ÈÀ\¤p®Éªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´µ²§ô¥Î¤ä¯Á¼µ¦í¡C ¥L¦b±d¤Dº¸Âå¥Í¤¤¤ßn¨D³Ì¦nªº¬ì§Þ¡C"ºÞ²zªÌµ¹¤©¤F¤@ÓÃaªº·L¯º¡C
"¨S¦³¦n¦æ¬°Åܤ£¨ü³B»@,§Úªº¨k«Ä".
Barry ran a hand through thinning hair. "Bring me up a sandwich from
the caf." / ¤Ú¨½¸g¹LÁ¡ÀY¾v¶]¤@°¦¤â¡C "¼¾¾i§Ú¨Ó¦Û caf ªº¤@¥÷¤T©úªv" ¡C
"You're taking this well," said the supervisor, "considering
it's probably some pointless case and the guy won't even thank you for
skipping lunch." / "§A¥¿¦b®³³o±o¦n",»¡¤FºÞ²zªÌ ",±q¦U¤è±¨Ó¬Ý¥¦¥i¯à¬O¤@¨Ç¤£¦yªº±¡§Î¡A¦Ó¥B³Ã¥ë¬Æ¦Ü¤£·|ÁÂÁ§A¸õ¶V¤ÈÀ\".
Then the machine beeped, and Barry returned his attention to the current
set of tests he was running on a middle aged woman. When he escorted her
back to the waiting area and her family, assuring her as he did so that
he couldn't read the results (he could) and that her doctor would be calling
her (he already knew the outcome), Barry saw his next appointment. / µM«á¾÷¾¹¹Í¹ÍÁn¡A¦Ó¥B¤Ú¨½ÂkÁÙ¥Lªºª`·Nµ¹¥L¥¿¦b¤@Ó¤¤¦~¤k¤H¨¤W¶]ªº´ú¸Õ²{¦bªº²Õ¡C
·í¥L§â¦oÅ@½Ã¦^µ¥Ô°Ï°ì©M¦oªº®a®x®ÉÔ, «OÃÒªº¦o·í¥L°µ¡A¥H«K¥L¤£¥i¥HŪµ²ªG ( ¥L¥i¥H) ©M¨º¦ì¦oªºÂå¥Í±N·|¬O¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¦o (¥L¤w¸gª¾¹D¤Fµ²ªG),¤Ú¨½¿÷¤l¥Lªº¤UÓ¬ù·|¡C
The lunch hour appointment consisted of a trim-looking middle-aged man
wearing glasses and a teenage boy with hardened eyes and balanced poise.
"I'll be with you in a moment," said the tech, then went in
back to tell the nurse to bring out the drink with the dye in it. / ¤ÈÀ\¤p®É¬ù·|¦³¤@Ó¥ÎÅܵwªº²´·úÀ¹²´Ãè©M¤@Ó«C¤Ö¦~¨k«Ä
ªº¬Ý¾ã»ôªº¤¤¦~¨k¤H¦Ó¥B¥¿Å¤F¥¿Å¡C "§Ú¦b¤ù¨è¤¤±N¬O¥Ñ©ó§A",»¡¤F¬ì§Þ,µM«á¦V«á¦a¶i¤J§i¶DÅ@¤h¦b¥¦¸Ì±¥Xª©¦³ÃC®Æªº¶¼®Æ¡C
Among the rows and rows of cabinets, only the nurses knew which contained
which supplies. "Which one gets it?" the nurse asked, unerringly
going for the correct cabinet. / ¦b¤º»Õªº±Æ©M±Æ¤§¤¤¡A¥u¦³Å@¤hª¾¹D¨º¤@Ó¥]§t¨ÑÀ³¡C "þ¤@Ó±o¨ì¥¦"?
Å@¤h°Ý,¦³¿ù¦a¥h¥s¥¿½Tªº¤º»Õ¡C
"I'm not sure." / "§Ú¤£½T©w" ¡C
After a quick search, Barry could find no paperwork for these men. He
called the nurse as she walked by with the plastic thirty-two ounce pitcher.
"You know what--I'll take it out there myself. There's no need for
you to skip lunch too." / ¦b§Öªº·j´M¤§«á¡A¤Ú¨½¥i¥H¬°³o¨Ç¨k¤H¨Sµo²{¤å®Ñ¤u§@¡C ¥L¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¤FÅ@¤h·í°µ¦o¨«¸ô³Q©M¶ì½¦ªº¤T¤Q¤G¯s¥q§ë¤â¡C
" §Aª¾¹D¤°»ò--§Ú±N¦V¨ºÃä±a¥¦§Ú¦Û¤v¡C ¤£»Ýn§A¤]¸õ¶V¤ÈÀ\¡C"
The nurse offered a smile. "You want me to bring you back anything
from the cafeteria?" / Å@¤h´£¨Ñ¤F¤@Ó·L¯º¡C "§A·Qn§Ú±q¦Û§UÀ\ÆU§â§A±a¦^¨Ó¥ô¦ó¨Æ"?
"Ring dings." Barry grabbed a plastic cup to go with the pitcher
and made his way into the waiting area. / "§Ù«üÅT" ¡C ¤Ú¨½§ì¨ú¤F¤@Ӷ콦ªºªM¤l©M§ë¤â¥h¦Ó¥B¨Ï¥Lªº¤èªk¦¨¬°µ¥Ô°Ï°ì¡C
Both men stood from the creaky seats as he entered, and the older man
shook his hand. "I'd like to thank you for scheduling us on such
short notice." The man gestured to the teenager at his side. "That's
for him." / ·í¥L¶i¤J¡A¦Ó¥B¸û¦~ªøªº¨k¤H´¤¥Lªº¤â®ÉÔ¡A¨k¤H³£±q¼T¼T¹Ç¹Çªº®y¦ì¯¸¥ß¡C "§Ú·QnÁÂÁ§A¦b¦p¦¹µuª`·N¤Wp¹º¦w±Æ§ÚÌ"
¡C ¨k¤H¦b¥Lªº¨Ãä¹ï«C¤Ö¦~§@¤â¶Õ¡C " ¨º¬Oµ¹¥L" ¡C
The teenager looked startled. "What--?" / «C¤Ö¦~¬Ý¾_Åå¡C "¤°»ò--"?
Barry said, "You have to wait a half hour after drinking this before
we can begin." / ¤Ú¨½»¡,"§A¦b§Ú̯à¶}©l¦b³Ü³o¤@Ó¤@¥bªº¤p®É¤§«á¤§«e¥²¶·µ¥Ô" ¡C
"Begin what?" / " ¶}©l¤°»ò"?
The older man nodded to Barry with an unmistakable "you can go now"
in his eyes. Barry left the room and sat at the paper-cluttered nurse's
station on the other side of the glass partition. He still could see the
entire waiting area in its unrelenting beigeness, but he couldn't hear
the two men's discussion. It hardly mattered--after this many years, Barry
had seen enough waiting area conversations to classify them all on sight,
almost as if they were different kingdoms, classes, orders, right down
to subspecies. / ¸û¦~ªøªº¨k¤H¹ï¤Ú¨½ÂIÀY¥Ñ©ó¤@©úÅ㪺¦b¥L²´·ú¤¤ "§A²{¦b¯à¥h" ¡C ¤Ú¨½Â÷¶}¤F©Ð¶¡¦Ó¥B§¤¦b¬Á¼þ¤À³Îªº¥t¤@Ãä¤Wªº³ø¯È§Ë¶ÃªºÅ@¤h¨®¯¸«e¡C
¥L¤´µM¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¥¦ªº¤£¼e®¤ªº²L½Å¦âªº¾ãÓԸɰϰì¡A¦ý¬O¥L¤£¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì¤G¦ì¨k¤Hªº°Q½×¡C ¥¦è観«¤jÃö«Y--¦b³\¦h¦~¤§«á¡A¤Ú¨½¦bµø¤O¤W¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¥R¨¬ªºÔ¸É°Ï°ì¥æ½Í¤ÀÃþ¥LÌ©Ò¦³ªº,´X¥G¦n¹³¥L̬O¤£¦Pªº¤ý°ê¡A¯Z¯Å¡A¦¸§Ç,¥¿½T¦aåP¸¨¨ì¨ÈºØ¡C
Seated across the room, these two spoke in very low tones with their heads
close together. The young man had begun drinking the dye, though not without
making a disgusted face the first time he tasted it. I don't blame you,
kid, Barry thought. He'd tasted a drop once, just to learn what the patients
had to go through. The raspberry flavor and chill did little to conceal
the sharp bite of the dye. It almost seemed like an additional insult,
that someone suffering from cancer had to consume so much of something
so foul-tasting. / ¾î¹L§¤¤F©Ð¶¡, ³o¨Ç¤G±µªñ¦a¤@°_¦b©M¥L̪ºÀY«D±`§Cªº©ú·t¤¤»¡¡C ¦~»´ªº¨k¤H¤w¸g¶}©l³ÜÃC®Æ, ÁöµM¤£¤£»s³y¤@¥O¤H¹½´cÁy²Ä¤@¦¸¥LÀ|¤F¥¦¡C
§Ú¤£³d³Æ§A¡A¤p«Ä,¤Ú¨½·Q¡C ¥L¦³À|¤U°¤@¦¸, ¥u¬O¾Ç²ß¯f¤H¥²¶·¥h¹Lªº¡C ÂЬ֤l´þ¨ý©M´H§N¹ïÁôÂÃÃC®Æªº¾U§Q«r¨S¦³¤Ó¤j§@¥Î¡C ¥¦´X¥G¹³¤@Óªþ¥[ªº«V°d¡A±w¦³Àù¯gªº¬Y¤H¥²¶·®ø¶O¤j¦h¼Æªº¦p¦¹¦Ã©ªº¥Ë»\¤WªF¦è-À|¡C
The older man had put his hand on the younger one's knee, and the younger
one's shoulders had hunched, his fists tight. He worked on that dye-drink
like a trooper. Barry started warming up the machine. / ¸û¦~ªøªº¨k¤H¤w¸g§â¥Lªº¤â©ñ¦b¤@Ó¤ñ¸û¦~»´ªº½¥
, ©MªÓ¤w¸gÅs¸y¾mIªº¤@Ó¤ñ¸û¦~»´ªº,ºòºò¦aªº¥L®±ÀY¡C ¥L³B²z¨ºÓÃC®Æ- ¶¼®Æªº¦PÃþ¤@ÓÃM§L¡C ¤Ú¨½¶}©l¥[·Å¾÷¾¹¡C
When they finally were ready to begin, the older man took a place near
Barry at the control panel. "We can speak to him through this?"
he said, taking the mike. Even before Barry nodded, he'd flipped it on.
"Jason, we'll be able to talk through this. It's important you hold
still." / ·í¥L̳̫á·Ç³Æ¦n¶}©lªº®ÉÔ,¸û¦~ªøªº¨k¤H¦b±±¨î»ö¿öªO¦û¾Ú¦b¤Ú¨½ªþªñªº¤@Ó¦a¤è¡C "§Ú̯à¸g¹L³o¸ò¥L»¡¸Ü"?
¥L»¡,±aÃi´k¡C ¬Æ¦Ü¦b³QÂIÀYªº¤Ú¨½¤§«e¡A¥L¦³¥Î«üÀY¼u¤F¥¦¦b¤§¤W¡C "³Ç¥Í,§Ú̱N¯à°÷»¡¸Ü¹L³o¡C ¥¦«Ü«n§A«O«ùÀR¤î¡C"
"The next time you tell me something's vital to security, I'm going
to make you sign a form saying there aren't any doctors involved."
/ "¤U¦^§A¹ï¦w¥þ§i¶D§Ú«nªºªF¦è,§Ú±Nn¨Ï§Añ¸p¤@ºØ»¡ ªº§Î¦¡¨S¦³¥ô¦óªºÂå¥Í²o¯A" ¡C
Barry chuckled. "He looks young to be a security officer." /
¤Ú¨½¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C "¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¦~»´¬O¦w¥þ©xû" ¡C
"He does." The man hit the switch on the mike again. "We're
ready to begin." / "¥L°µ" ¡C ¨k¤H¦A¤@¦¸À»¤¤¦bÃi´k¤Wªº¶}Ãö¡C "§Ú̷dzƦn¶}©l"
¡C
Barry noted how the man stared closely at the screen, reading the results
as they came up. "You're doing fine," the man said into the
mike every so often. "Ten minutes more." / ¤Ú¨½ª`·N¤F¨k¤H¦p¦óÄY±K¦a¨nµÛ¿Ã¹õ¬Ý,
Ūµ²ªG·í¥L̵o¥Í¡C "§A¥¿¦b°µ»@´Ú", ¨k¤H¸g±`¶i¤JÃi´k¤§¤º»¡¡C "¤Q¤ÀÄÁ§ó¦h".
Barry could tell from the readings that nothing had turned out abnormal
so far. While not a doctor, and while he certainly couldn't have identified
precisely which bad things turned up on his scans, he recognized the anomalies.
/ ¤Ú¨½±q¾\Ū¥i¥H§i¶D¡A¨S¨Æ¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î¤w¸g§â¤£¥¿±`ªºÃö±¼¡C ·í¤£¬Oªº®ÉÔ¤@¦ìÂå¥Í,¦Ó¥B·í¥L½T©w¦a´N¤£·|ºë½T¦aÃѧO¤F¨º¤@ÓÃaªº¨Æª«§â¥Lªº±½´y¤W±¥´¶}ªº®ÉÔ,¥L¿ë»{¥X¤F²§±`¨Æª«¡C
The man turned to Barry. "Is this the best resolution you can get?"
/ ¨k¤H¨D§U©ó¤Ú¨½¡C " ³o¬O§A¯à±o¨ìªº³Ì¦n¨Mij"?
"I've got it all the way up." / "§Ú¤w¸g±o¨ì¥¦©Ò¦³ªº¤èªk¦V¤W" ¡C
"But you could still miss something smaller than a half inch. What
we're looking for may be extremely subtle." / "¦ý¬O§A¥i¥H¤´µM·Q©À¤pªºªF¦è³Ó©ó¤@¥bªº¦T¡C
§ÚÌ¥¿¦b§ä´Mªº¥i¯à«D±`±Ó·P¡C"
Barry nodded. "To go much smaller, you'd need a PET scan--proton
emission tomography. But it's highly unlikely he'd require one of those."
/ ¤Ú¨½ÂIÀY¡C "¬°¤FnÅÜ«D±`¤p,§A±N·|»ÝnÃdª«±½´y--½è¤lµo®gÂ_¼hÄá¼v³N¡C ¦ý¬O¥¦¬O¥i¯à©Ê¤Q¤À¤pªº¥L±N·|¨º¨Ç»Ýn¤@¡C"
The man nodded. / ¨k¤HÂIÀY¡C
"If you don't mind my asking--" "I do mind." The man's
voice had picked up a sharpness. "I want you to send the data to
my office the instant you get it back." / "¦pªG§A¤£¯d·N§Úªº°Ý--""§Ú°µ¤ß"
¡C ¨k¤HªºÁnµ¤w¸g¬B°_¤@Ó¾U§Q¡C "§Ú·Qn§A°e¸ê®Æµ¹§Úªº¿ì¤½«Ç¥ß§Y§A§â¥¦±o¨ì¦^¨Ó" ¡C
"I need your name first." / "§Úº¥ý»Ýn§Aªº¦W¦r" ¡C
The man handed him a business card. "Doctor Raymond Anderson, 19th
floor, ISO Building." / ¨k¤H¶Ç»¼¤F¥L¤@±i¥Í·N¥d¤ù¡C "Âå¥Í¹p»X¼w¦w¼w»¹¡A 19 ¼Ó,°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´«Ø¿vª«".
Barry said, "And his name?" / ¤Ú¨½»¡," ©M¥Lªº¦W¦r"?
The man said, "He's Anderson too." / ¨k¤H»¡,"¥L¤]¬O¦w¼w»¹"
¡C
Barry left it at that. / ¤Ú¨½¦b¨º¯d¤U¤F¥¦¡C
The Anderson in the scanner said, "So what's next after we're done
here?" and the Anderson out of the tube said, "A PET scan. And
an MRI. And x-rays if there's time." / ³Q»¡ªº±½´y¾¹ªº¦w¼w»¹," ¦p¦¹¤°»ò¬O¤UÓ¦b§Ú̦b³o¸Ì³Q°µ¤§«á"?
¦Ó¥B¦w¼w»¹±q³Q»¡ªººÞ,"Ãdª«±½´y¡C ¦Ó¥B¤@ӺϦ@®¶¦¨¹³¡C ¦Ó¥B X¥ú¦pªG¦³®É¶¡¡C"
Later, when the various components of Barry's lunch arrived from the cafeteria
in the hands of friends and coworkers, he didn't even bother unwrapping
them. He made a half-hearted excuse to his supervisor. In his mind's eye,
as he scanned the various frightened and tense old ladies and gentlemen
he saw day in and day out, the image kept returning of two apparently
healthy men, both called Anderson, leaving the scanner with their mouths
shut and their hands deep in their pockets. / µy«á¡A·í¤Ú¨½ªº¤ÈÀ\¦UºØ¤£¦Pªº¦¨¥÷¦b¨º®ÉÔ¦bªB¤Í©M¦P¨Æ´x´¤¤¤±q¦Û§UÀ\ÆU¨ì¹Fªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¤£¬Æ¦Ü·ÐÂZ¥´¶}¥LÌ¡C
¥L»s³y¤@¥b¤ßªºÂǤfµ¹¥LªººÞ²zªÌ¡C ¦b¥Lªº·Q¹³¤O¤¤, ¦p¦P¥L±½´y¦UºØ¤£¦PªÌ¤@¼ËÅåÀ~©Mºò±iªº¦Ñ°ü¤H©M²Ô¤h¥L¬Ý¨£¤é¤l¦b©M¤é¤l¦b¥~¡A³QÄ~Äò¤G¦ìÅãµM°·±dªº¨k¤HÂkÁÙªº¼v¹³,¨âªÌ³£¥s°µ¤F¦w¼w»¹,
¥Î¥L̪º¼L¯d¤U±½´y¾¹Ãö¤W©M¥L̪º¤â¥L̪º¤f³U²`³B¡C
---
Mark's bracelet began to beep as he left Julia's office--an additional
insult, he thought--and he scowled at it, tempted to just let it go. Almost
of its own accord, though, his hand came up and he tapped the receiver.
"Mark here." "All of you meet in my office immediately,"
said Nambu's voice. / ·í¥LÂ÷¶}¤F¯ü²ú¨Èªº¿ì¤½«Çªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§Jªº¤âÅN¶}©l¨ì¹Í¹ÍÁn--¤@Óªþ¥[ªº«V°d,¥L¦b¥¦·Q -- ©M¥L³Q½K¬ÜÀY,»¤´bèèÅý¥¦¥h¡C
´X¥G¥¦¦Û¤vªº¨ó©w¡AÁöµM¡A¥Lªº¤âµo¥Í¡A¦Ó¥B¥L»´¥´¤F±µ¦¬¾¹¡C "¦b³o¸Ìªº°¨§J". "§A¥þ³¡³£¥ß¨è¦b§Úªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¨£±",»¡¤F
Nambu's ªºÁnµ¡C
"Roger." Hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans,
Mark turned back around in the direction of the elevators. / "ù³Ç".
¹_¦í¥Lªº¤û¥J¿Çªº±a¤lÀôªº¥L©æ«ü, °¨§J¦b¹q±èªº¤è¦V¤¤ªºªþªñ§é¦^¡C
This time, he was first there, and Dr. Nambu motioned for him to sit.
Mark sat silently on the couch and waited for the others to show up. /
³o¦¸¡A¥L¬O²Ä¤@ªº¦b¨º¸Ì¡A¦Ó¥B³Q¹B°Êªº Nambu ³Õ¤hÅý¥L§¤µÛ¡C °¨§JÀqÀq¦a¦bªø´È¤W§¤¨Ã¥Bµ¥Ô¨ä¾lªÌ¥X²{¡C
A moment later, a second door beside the professor's desk opened, and
Julia walked in. Mark swallowed hard as the agent laid a thick stack of
reports on the professor's desk. Just for a moment, she paused, and her
eyes met Mark's. He swallowed again, feeling betrayed. / ¤@¤ù¨è¤§«á¡A¦b±Ð±Âªº®Ñ®à®ÇÃ䪺¤@®°²Ä¤G®°ªù¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B¯ü²ú¨È¨«¤J¡C
·í¥N²z¤H©ñ¸m¤FÃö©ó±Ð±Âªº®Ñ®à³ø§iªº«p°ïÅ|ªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J§V¤O¦a§]¡C ¶È¶È¤@·|¨à¡A¦o¼È°±¡A¦Ó¥B¦oªº²´·ú¹J¨£¤F°¨§J¡C ¥L¦A¤@¦¸§],·Pı¥X½æ¡C
Did you tell him? / §A§i¶D¥L¶Ü?
Julia turned away and silently left the room, leaving Mark to guess at
the meaning behind the look in her eyes. Had she shaken her head very
slightly? / ¯ü²ú¨ÈÂà¦VÂ÷¶}¨Ã¥BÀqÀq¦aÂ÷¶}¤F©Ð¶¡, ¯d¤U°¨§J¦b¦oªº²´·ú¦b¯«±¡«á±ªº·N¸q²q´ú¡C ¦o«D±`¨Ç·L¦a·nÀY¤F¶Ü?
The door opened again and the others filed in; first Ryu, then Jun and
Jinpei. Ryu squinted at him. "You okay, Mark? You still look pretty
pale." / ªù¦A¤@¦¸¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B¨ä¾lªÌ¥Ó½Ð¦b; ²Ä¤@ Ryu, µM«á¤»¤ë©M Jinpei¡C Ryu ¦b¥L¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´¡C "
§A¦n,°¨§J? §A¤´µM¬Ýº}«Gªº¬]Äæ¡C"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Jun also gave him a quick glance before she
sat on the far end of the couch. Ryu took the middle, and Mark found himself
sinking into the indent he made in the cushions. Mark stood and leaned
against the arm, and Jinpei took his spot. / "¬Oªº, §Ú«Ü¦n". ¦b¦o§¤¦bªø´Èªº»·µ²§ô¤W¤§«e
, ¤»¤ë¤]µ¹¤©¤F¥L§Öªº¤@¿h¡C Ryu ±a¤F¤¤¥¡¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§Jµo²{¥L¦Û¤v¨I¨S¶i¥L¦b¹Ô¤l¤¤»s³yªº«´¬ù¤§¤º¡C °¨§J¯¸µÛ¨Ã¥Bʾa¤âÁu¡A¦Ó¥B Jinpei
±a¤F¥Lªº¦aÂI¡C
"I have the preliminary results from your mission," Nambu said.
/ "§Ú¦³¨Ó¦Û§Aªº¥ô°Èªì¨Bªºµ²ªG",Nambu »¡¡C
"That was fast!" Jinpei said. "What is Gallactor planning
this time?" / "¨º¬OÂN§Ù"! Jinpei »¡¡C "³o¦¸p¹º ªº Gallactor
¬O¤°»ò"?
"We don't know. There's a lot we don't know at this time, I'm afraid.
We don't know the purpose of the weapon. We don't know how far along they
are with the device, though we believe that they were testing it at the
time of Mark and Ken's switch. Since you returned to G-Town, there have
been three more test-firings, all at the same target: a Gallactor-built
satellite orbiting above Earth." / "§Ṳ́£ª¾¹D¡C ¨º¸Ì¬O«Ü¦h§Ú̦b³o¦¸¤£ª¾¹D,®£©È¡C
§Ṳ́£ª¾¹DªZ¾¹ªº¥Øªº¡C §Ṳ́£ª¾¹D¦h»·ªuµÛ¥L̬O¥Ñ©ó¸Ë¸m¡AÁöµM§Ú̬۫H¥LÌ¥¿¦b°¨§J©MªÖ®¦ªº¶}Ãö®ÉÔ¹Á¸Õ¥¦¡C ¦]¬°§A¦^¨ì G-«°Âí,¤w¸g¦³¥t¥~¤TÓ´ú¸Õ-¶}¤õ,
©Ò¦³ªº¦b¬Û¦Pªº¥Ø¼Ð: Gallactor-«Ø³yÀô¶¦b¦a²y©P³òy¹D¦Ó¦æ¤W± ªº¤H³y½Ã¬P¡C"
"They're shooting at their own satellites?" Ryu snorted. "What
a waste of their own money." / "¥LÌ¥¿¦b¥L̦ۤvªº¤H³y½Ã¬P®gÀ»"? Ryu ¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l¡C
" ¤°»ò¥L̦ۤvªº¿ú¤@Ó¼oª«".
"The satellite is intact. I don't think the emission is meant to
destroy," Nambu said, leaning forward. "And that's what worries
me. Our people are working on solving this mystery." / "¤H³y½Ã¬P¬O©|¥¼³Q¤H¸I¹Lªº¡C
§Ú¤£»{¬°¡Aµo®g¥²¶·¯}Ãa,"Nambu »¡,¶É±×Âà±H¡C "¦Ó¥B¨º¬O¨Ï§Ú¾á¼~ªºªF¦è¡C §Ú̪º¥Á±Ú¥¿¦b³B²z¸Ñ¨M³o¤@Ó¯µ±K¡C"
"Have there been any other side effects of the test firings?"
Jun said. / "¦b¨º¸Ì¤w¸g¬O´ú¸Õ¶}¤õªº¥ô¦ó¨ä¥Lªº°Æ§@¥Î"? ¤»¤ë»¡¡C
Nambu frowned. "The emissions have been generating a great deal of
heat, which is beginning to effect the weather patterns around the area.
We've received reports of unusually heavy thunderstorms causing mudslides
and cave-ins in the surrounding mountains. If they continue to test, the
weather for the entire western hemisphere will be affected." / Nambu
½K¬ÜÀY¡C "µo®g¤w¸g²£¥Í«Ü¦hªº¼ö,¥¿¦b¶}©l¦b°Ï°ìªº©P³ò²£¥Í¤Ñ®ð¨å«¬¡C §Ṳ́w¸g¦¬¨ì¤Þ°_©P³òªº¤sªd¬y©M³´¸¨ ªº¤£´M±`¨g¼Éªº¹p«B³ø§i¡C
¦pªG¥LÌÄ~Äò´ú¸Õ,¤Ñ®ð¹ï©ó¾ãÓªº¦è¤è¥b²y±N³Q¼vÅT¡C"
"Kind of like El Nino," Mark said. / " Ãþ«¬³ßÅw¸tÀ¦²{¶H",°¨§J»¡¡C
"El What?" Jinpei said, startled. / " El ¤°»ò"? Jinpei
»¡,¾_Åå¡C
"El Nino. It's a mass of warm ocean water that migrates all over
the globe, and it affects weather in any area it's in," Mark said.
The last one that hit the United States killed over a hundred people with
the storms that resulted." / " ¸tÀ¦²{¶H¡C ¥¦¬O¤j¶qªº·Å·x¤j®ü¦b¥þ¦a²y²¾°Êªº¤ô¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¦b¥ô¦óªº°Ï°ì¤¤¼vÅT¤Ñ®ð¥¦¬O¦b,"°¨§J»¡¡C
À»¤¤¦b¤@ӦʤH¤§¤W³Q²£¥Íªº¼É·«B±þªº¬ü°ê³Ì«áªº¡C"
"You're right," Nambu said. "The last one caused unseasonal
storms on the coast of Iropa last year. Twenty people were killed in the
flooding and mudslides." / " §A¬O¥¿½Tªº",Nambu »¡¡C "¤@ӳ̫᪺¥h¦~¤Þ°_¤F¦b
Iropa ªº®ü©¤¤Wªº¤£©u¸`ªº¼É·«B¡C ¤G¤QÓ¤H¦b¥ÆÀÝ©Mªd¬y¤¤³Q±þ¡C"
"Then we have to get rid of it," Ryu said, "Right?"
/ "µM«á§ÚÌ¥²¶·§K°£¥¦",Ryu »¡ ",¹ï¤£¹ï"?
"When do we go?" Jinpei bounced on the sofa, rattling both Ryu
and Mark. / "§Ú̦ó®É¥h"? Jinpei ¦b¨Fµo¤W¤Ï¼u,Åå·W¥¢±¹ Ryu ©M°¨§J¡C
"We don't." / " §Ṳ́£".
"What?" Jinpei and Ryu said together. / "¤°»ò"? Jinpei
©M Ryu ¤@°_»¡¡C
"Why not, Hakase?" Jun asked. / " ¬°¤°»ò¤£,Hakase"? ¤»¤ë°Ý¡C
"It's too dangerous," the Doctor said. "From Mark's report
of his last encounter, it's heavily guarded, and the guard has probably
been increased. It will be difficult enough to destroy. Not to mention
that if we destroy the generator now, we lose any chance of reversing
the phenomenon that swapped Mark and Ken. Right now, the weather fluctuations
are minor. We have time to work on our own problems right now. I don't
want to eliminate our only countermeasure yet." / " ¥¦¤Ó¦MÀI",Âå¥Í»¡¡C
"³Ì«á±q°¨§Jªº¥L³ø§i¹J¨ì,¥¦«Ü«¦a³Q«O½Ã¡A¦Ó¥B¦u½Ã¥i¯à¤w¸g³Q¼W¥[¡C ¥¦±N°÷§xÃø¨Ó¯}Ãa¡C ¤£n´£¨ì¡A¦pªG§Ú̲{¦b¯}Ãaµo¹q¾÷,§ÚÌÄA˥洫¤F°¨§J©MªÖ®¦ªº²{¶H¥¢¥h¥ô¦óªº¾÷·|¡C
¥ß¨è¡A¤Ñ®ðÅܰʬO¸û¤pªº¡C §Ú̦³®É¶¡¥ß¨è³B²z§Ú̦ۤvªº°ÝÃD¡C §Ú¤£·Qn¤´µM°£¥h§Ú̪º°ß¤@¹ïµ¦¡C"
No one spoke. Mark felt his stomach tighten. / ¨S¦³¤H»¡¡C ·Pı¥LªºG°¨§J°Çºò¡C
"You did a good job, people. I'm putting you on standby for the next
few days while our staff works on the problem." / "§A°µ¤F¤@Ó¦n¤u§@¡A¤H¡C
·í§Ú̪ºÂ¾û³B²z°ÝÃDªº®ÉÔ¡A§Ú¥¿¦b§â§A©ñ¦b³Æ¥Î©¹«áªº´X¤Ñ¡C"
"But Professor--" / "°£¤F±Ð±Â¤§¥~--"
"That's my decision, and it's final." Nambu said sharply, glaring
at Mark with an expression he knew well. The others stood without another
word and filed out the door, and after a pause, Mark followed. / "¨º¬O§Úªº¨M©w¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¬Oµ²§½"
¡C Nambu ¾U§Q¦a»¡, °{Ä£ªº¦b¦³¥L«Ü¼ô±xªºªí¹F°¨§J¡C ¨ä¾lªÌ¤£»Ýn¥t¤@Ó¦r´N¯¸¥ß¨Ã¥B±NªùÂkÀÉ¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¤¤¤î¤§«á¡A°¨§J¸òÀH¡C
---
After staggering through the door late that night, Jason went straight
for the phone in the TV room. His lunch and dinner with the Chief in the
hospital cafeteria had passed in a few hurried minutes each--little time
to talk between tests. Then in the various waiting areas, Jason had spent
most of his time in silence, reading the captions on the photos in Motor
Trend and Sports Illustrated. The Chief had pulled out a folder and begun
making notes and working on equations Jason didn't understand after only
one semester each of calculus and physics. / ¦b·n®Ì±ý˪º¤§«á¸g¹Lªù¨º©]±ß±ß¡A³Ç¥Í¦b¹qµø©Ð¶¡¤¤¬°¹q¸Üª½±µ¡C
©M»â³Sªº¥L¤ÈÀ\©M±ßÀ\¦bÂå°|¦Û§UÀ\ÆU¤¤¤w¸g¨CÓÀòã¶i¤J¤@¨Ç¥^¦£ªº¤ÀÄÁ-- ¤@ÂI®É¶¡¦b´ú¸Õ¤§¶¡»¡¸Ü¡C µM«á¦b¦UºØ¤£¦PªºÔ¸É°Ï°ì¤¤¡A³Ç¥Í¤w¸gªá¶O¨HÀqªº¥L®É¶¡ªº¤j³¡¤À,Ū°¨¹FªºÁͶթM³QÁ|¨Ò»¡©úªº¹B°Ê¦b¬Û¤ù¤Wªº»¡©ú¡C
³Q¦³ªº»â³S©Ô¥X¤@Ó¤å¥ó§¨¦Ó¥B¶}©l¦b¥u¦³¤@ӾǴÁ¤§«á§@¦b¬Ûµ¥³Ç¥Í¤Wªºªþµù©M¤u§@¨S¦³¤F¸Ñ¨C·L¿n¤À¾Ç©Mª«²z¾Ç¡C
Phone in hand, Jason hesitated before dialing, then finally settled on
a number and waited for the answer. / ¦b¤â¥´¹q¸Üµ¹,¦b¼·¤§«e³QµS¿Ýªº³Ç¥Í,µM«á³Ì«á¦b¤@ӼƦr¤W¦w¹y¨Ã¥Bµ¥Ôµª®×¡C
Tiny showed up in the doorway, but Jason waved him off and shook his head
when Tiny started asking where he'd been all day. Into his other ear came
the voice of Professor Sanders. "Hello?" / ·¥¤pªº¬¯Ä£¦bªù¤f¤¤¤W± , ¦ý¬O³Ç¥Í´§»R¤F¥L¦Ó¥B·nÀY·í·¥¤pªº¶}©l°Ý¦bþ¸Ì¥L¦³¬O¾ã¤Ñ¡C
¶i¤J¥Lªº¨ä¥L¦Õ¦·¤§¤º¨Ó±Ð±Â´²¨FªºÁnµ¡C "«¢Åo"?
"Hi. Hold on--Tiny, I'm on the phone, damn it!" Jason focused
one of his milk-curdling glares at the intruder, who quickly vanished
with a slam of the door. "Sorry about that. What's up?" / "¶Ù¡C
Ä~Äò--·¥¤pªº,§Ú¦b¹q¸Ü¤¤,¶A©G¥¦!"³Ç¥Í¶°¤¤¤F¥Lªº¨Ï¾®µ²¤û¥¤ªº°{Ä£¥ú¦b«I¤JªÌ¤§¤@,«I¤JªÌ«Ü§Ö¦a¥Hªùªº¯yµMÁn®ø¥¢¡C "
Ãø¹LªºÃö©ó¨ºªº¨Æ¡C ¤°»ò¦V¤W?"
Professor Sanders spoke to him about a couple of interesting events of
the day. Jason sat on the edge of the couch before the black HDTV, legs
swinging. He hadn't turned on the lamp in the room, and as the sun set,
it got darker. / ±Ð±Â´²¨F¸ò¥L»¡Ãö©ó¤@¨Ç¨º¤Ñªº¦³½ì¨Æ¥ó¡C ¦b¶Â¦âªº°ª¸ÑªR«×¹qµø¤§«e³Q§¤¦bªø´ÈªºÃä½t¤Wªº³Ç¥Í,¨«¥æ´«¤Ò©d¡C ¥L¨S¦³¦b©Ð¶¡¤¤¥´¶}¿O¡A¦Ó¥B¦p¤Ó¶§²Õ¡A¥¦Åܱo¤ñ¸û¶Â·tªº¡C
After a few minutes, during a lull in the conversation, Jason said abruptly,
"What would I do if I only had ten days to live?" / ¦b¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡A¦b¥æ½Íªº¼È°±´Á¶¡¡A³Ç¥Í¬ðµM¦a»¡,"¦pªG§Ú¥u¦³¤F¤Q¤Ñ©~¦í¡A§Ú±N·|°µ¤°»ò"?
"That's an interesting question." Sanders thought for a moment.
"Get a second opinion?" / "¨º¬O¤@Ó¦³½ìªº°ÝÃD" ¡C ´²¨F·Q¤@·|¨à¡C "±o¨ì¤@ӲĤGÓ·N¨£"?
"I'm not joking. I want to know." / "§Ú¨S¦³¦b¶}ª±¯º¡C §Ú·Qnª¾¹D¡C"
"Oh." A momentary pause. Then, "Jason, do you have ten
days to live?" / "®@". Àþ¶¡ªº¤¤¤î¡C µM«á,"³Ç¥Í,§A¦³¤Q¤Ñ©~¦í¶Ü"?
Jason giggled nervously. "No--I mean, I think I have more than ten
days to live. I was just wondering." / ³Ç¥Í¯«¸gºò±i¦a¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C "¤£--§Ú·N¿×,§Ú»{¬°§Ú¦³¶W¹L¤Q¤Ñ©~¦í¡C
§Ú½T¹êı±o©_©Ç¡C"
"What brought it up?" / " ¤°»ò´£¥X¥¦"?
"I can't really say." / "§Ú¤£¯à¯uªº»¡" ¡C
"Have you talked to Mark about it?" / " §A©M°¨§J»¡¸Ü¤FÃö©ó¥¦"?
"I--well, I can't." When Sanders fell suddenly, abruptly, startledly
silent, Jason said, "Oh, no, not that way. I mean, he's not here,
not that he's dead or anything like that." "I never know with
you. Well, frankly, I'd think you could answer that question better than
I could." "I never even thought about it, to be honest."
Jason lifted the phone and walked with it to the window, pressing his
forehead to the glass so he could see down the steel sides of the ISO
building. "I'm serious--what would I do?" / "§Ú--«Ü¦n¦a, §Ú¤£¯à".
·í´²¨F¬ðµM¶^¸¨ªº®ÉÔ,¬ðµM¦a,¾_Åå¨HÀq,³Ç¥Í»¡,"®@,¤£,¤£¨º¼Ë¡C §Ú·N¿×,¥L¤£¦b³o¸Ì, ¤£¥L¦º¡A§_«h¥ô¦ó¨Æ³ßÅw¨º¡C""§Ú±q¤£©M§Aª¾¹D¡C
¦n§a¡A©Z¥Õ¦a¡A§Ú±N·|»{¬°¡A§A¥i¥H¦^µª¤ñ§Ú¦nªº°ÝÃD¥i¥H¡C"" §Ú±q¤£¬Æ¦Ü·Q¥¦, ¬O¸Û¹êªº¡C"³Ç¥Í¥H¥¦Á|°_¤F¹q¸Ü¦Ó¥B¨«¸ô¨ìµ¡¤á,
À£¢¥Lªº«eÃB¹ï¬Á¼þ¦]¦¹¥L¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¤U¨Ó°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´«Ø¿vª«ªº¿ûÃä¡C " §Ú¬OÄY«ªº--§Ú±N·|°µ¤°»ò"?
"To quote my Sunday school teacher, we're supposed to live every
day as if it's our last." / " ¤Þz§Úªº¬P´Á¤é¾Ç®Õ¦Ñ®v,§Ų́C¤ÑÀ³¸Ó©~¦í¦n¹³¥¦³Ì«á¬O§Ú̪º".
"But we don't, do we?" Jason turned his back on the window and
half-sat on the heater. "We make long-range plans and we snap at
annoying younger brothers and we forget to say goodbye when we head off
to do whatever. Those aren't the things you'd do if you thought it was
really over, are they?" His head dropped. "What if, back when
I hated everything so much, what if we only thought I hadn't accomplished
it, but I had after all, only it was going to take a little bit longer?"
/ "¦ý¬O§Ṳ́£,§Ṳ́£¶Ü"? ³Ç¥ÍÂà¦V¤F¦bµ¡¤á¤Wªº¥LI³¡©M§â¤@¥b§¤ªº¥´¶}¥[¼ö¾¹¡C " §ÚÌq©wªøµ{ªºp¹º¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú̦b¥O¤H·P¨ì¾Ò´oªº§Ì§Ì«rÂ_¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú̧ѰO»¡¦A¨£·í§Ų́¾¤î°µ¤£½×¤°»òªº®ÉÔ¡C
¨º¨Ç¤£¬O¨Æª«§A±N·|°µ¦pªG§A·Q¤F¥¦¬O¯uªºµ²§ô,¬O¶Ü ?"¥LªºÀY°§C¡C " ¤°»ò¦pªG, ¦^·í§Ú¼¨«ë¨C¥ó¨Æª«ªº®ÉÔ³o»ò¦h, ¤°»ò¦pªG§Ṳ́£¹L·Qªk§Ú¦³¤£§¹¦¨ªº¥¦,¦ý¬O§Ú²¦³º¦³,
¤£¹L¥¦±Nn§ó¤[±a¤p¤@ÂIÂI"?
Professor Sanders paused, and Jason added nothing more. From this room
he could look uptown and see some of the East River dividing Manhattan
from Queens. He mentally picked apart the landmarks. If he thought about
it, he might have said, "There is where Cassie lives. There is where
I'd see the track if the window went a little further. There is where
I'd go to get to Poughkeepsie to visit my aunt and uncle." He didn't.
The river continued dividing the skyline in silence. / ±Ð±Â´²¨F¼È°±¡A¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í¤°»ò¤]¤£¼W¥[§ó¦h¡C
±q³o¤@өж¡¥L¥i¥H¬Ý°_¨Ó¦í¦v°Ï¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨£¤@¨ÇªeªF³¡¤À«×¨Ó¦Û¬Ó¦Zªº°Ò«¢©Z ¡C ¥L¤ß²z¤W¤À§O¦a¬D¿ï³°¼Ð¡C ¦pªG¥L·Q¥¦, ¥LÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H»¡,"¨º¸Ì¬O
Cassie ©~¦íªº¦a¤è¡C ¦pªGµ¡¤áµy·L§ó¶i¤@¨B¥hþ¸Ì¡A¨º¸Ì¬O§Ú±N·|¬Ý¨£y¹Dªº¦a¤è¡C ¨º¸Ì¬O§Ú±N·|¥h¨ì¹F Poughkeepsie «ô³X§Úªº§B¥À©M¨û¨ûªº¦a¤è¡C"
¥L¨S¦³¡C ªeÄ~Äò¤À¶}¨HÀqªº¤Ñ²P¡C
Finally, Professor Sanders said, "In that case, I'd say this: clear
up everything every day. Don't leave anything so you'd have to apologize
for it. Don't leave anything to be said at the last minute. Repay all
your debts now so your survivors won't have to. Plan out the future of
anything or anyone you care about and are responsible for. Divide your
plans into distinct units that you can finish up in short order but that
each work together to carry you forward many years if that's how long
you have." / ³Ì«á¡A±Ð±Â´²¨F»¡," ¦b¨º±¡ªp¡A§Ú±N·|»¡³o: ¨C¤Ñ¼á²M¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C ¤£n¯d¤U¥ô¦ó¨Æ¦]¦¹§A±N·|¥²¶·¬°¥¦¹Dºp¡C
¤£n¯d¤U¥ô¦ó¨Æ¦b³Ì«á¤@¨è³Q»¡¡C ²{¦bÀvÁÙ§A©Ò¦³ªº¶Å°È¦]¦¹§Aªº¥ÍÁ٪̤£±N¥²¶·¡C ·Q¥X§A©ÒÃö¤ßªº¥ô¦ó¨Æ©Î¥ô¦ó¤Hªº¥¼¨Ó¦Ó¥Bt³d¡C §â§Aªºp¹º¤À¬°§A¯à¦bµu¦¸§Ç¤¤µ²§ôªº²M·¡³æ¦ì¡A¦ý¬O¨CÓ¤@°_¤u§@Äâ±a¦pªG¨º¬O§A¦³¦h¤[¡A§AÂà±H³\¦h¦~¡C"
Jason continued looking out at the night. Manhattan looked aflame with
streetlights and headlights below and office lights above. "I guess,"
Professor Sanders said, "you'd want to help as many people as possible,
so that at the very least, when they remembered you, it would be with
fondness and not hatred." / ³Ç¥ÍÄ~Äò¦b©]±ß¤p¤ß¡C °Ò«¢©Z ¦b¤U±¥H¸ô¿O©M«e¿O¬Ý°_¨Ó¿U¿N¤¤¡A¦Ó¥B¿ì¤½«Ç¦b¤W±ÂI¿U¡C
"§Ú²q´ú",±Ð±Â´²¨F»¡ ", §A±N·|·QnÀ°§U©M¤H¤@¼Ë¦hªº·í¥i¯àªº, ©Ò¥H¦b«D±`³Ì¤ÖªÌ¡A·í¥LÌ°O±o¤F§Aªº®ÉÔ,
¥¦±N·|¬O¥Ñ©ó³ß·R©M¤£¬O¼¨«ë".
"Maybe that's it," Jason said. "I think you're right."
/ " ¤]³\¨º¬O¥¦",³Ç¥Í»¡¡C " §Ú»{¬°§A¬O¥¿½Tªº" ¡C
---
Mark left Doctor Nambu's office feeling enervated rather than energized,
and he jammed his hands in his pockets as he made his way to the elevators.
As she left the office, Jun kept her chin high and her jaw locked. Jinpei
even seemed to shoot Mark a pensive look as they left. / ·í¥L»s³y¤F¨ì¹q±èªº¥L¸ô®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J¯d¤UÂå¥Í
Nambu's ªº¿ì¤½«Ç¦³¦P±¡¤ßªº¨Ï°I®z= ¤£Ä@³Qµ¹»Pºë¤O¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÀ½¤F¥Lªº¤f³U¥L¤â¡C ·í¦oÂ÷¶}¤F¿ì¤½«Çªº®ÉÔ,¤»¤ë«O«ù¦oªº¤U¤Ú°ª«×¡A¦Ó¥B¦oªºÃEÂê¡C
·í¥LÌÂ÷¶}ªº®ÉÔ¡A Jinpei ¬Æ¦Ü¦ü¥G®gÀ»°¨§J¨H«äªº¯«±¡¡C
In the hallway, before Jun could stalk too far from them, Ryu arched his
back, stretched his arms above his head and groaned. "Hey, let's
go eat. I'm starving. That stuff they call 'rations' on the New GodPhoenix
can't hardly be called food." / ¦b¨«´Y¤¤,¦b¤»¤ë¤§«e¥i¥H¤Ó»·±q¥LÌ®¨®¨¾aªñ, ¤}§Îªº¥LI³¡ªº Ryu,
¦ù®i¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¥L©Ò¤£À´ªº¦Ó¥B©D§u¡C "¶Ù, Åý§ÚÌ¥h¦Y¡C §Ú¦n¾j¡C ¨º¤@ºØ¨Æ±¡¥LÌ©I¥s¦b·sªº GodPhoenix ¤Wªº '©wÃB'
¤£¯àèè³QºÙ¬°¹ª«¡C"
Jun folded her arms and looked back at all three of them like a construction
worker at a pile of flawed I-beams. / ¤»¤ëºPÅ|¤F¦oªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B¦^¬Ý¥L̤¤ªº©Ò¦³¤TÓ³ßÅw¤@Ó«Ø¿v¤u¤H¦b°ï³Q¦³¯ÊÂI§Ú-¥ú½u¡C
"Yeah," Jinpei said. "It was like eating sawdust and grape
jelly. Even Oneechan's cooking is better than that." When Jun turned
to give him a poisonous stare, the boy wiggled his eyebrows at her and
grinned. Ryu snorted and Mark had to turn away from them both to hide
his own grin. "C'mon, Oneechan. Aren't you hungry? Let's go!"
/ "¬Oªº",Jinpei »¡¡C "¥¦¹³¦Yªº¿÷®h©M¸²µåªGá¡C ¬Æ¦Ü Oneechan's ªº²i¶¹¬O¤ñ¨º§ó¦n¡C"·í¤»¤ë·Ç³Æµ¹¥L¤@Ó¦³¬rªºª`µø®ÉÔ,¨k«ÄÅCÃܤF¦b¦oªº¥L¬Ü¤ò¦Ó¥BÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
Ryu ¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¥²¶·Âà»·Â÷¥L̨âÓÂÃ¥L¦Û¤vªºÅS¾¦¯º¡C "C'mon ¡A Oneechan¡C §A¤£ÄȾj¶Ü? Åý§ÚÌ¥h!"
"Actually," Mark gave Ryu an apologetic smile. "I was planning
just to head back to my room for a while." / "¹ê»Ú¤W" ¡A°¨§Jµ¹¤©¤F
Ryu ¤@Ó¹Dºpªº·L¯º¡C "§Ú¥¿¦b¥u¬Op¹ºªð¦^§Úªº©Ð¶¡¤@°}¤l" ¡C
Jun regarded him archly. "Suit yourself. Come on, guys." She
turned her back and led the way down the hall, the other two following
more slowly. Ryu paused to glance back at Mark over his shoulder. Mark
waved at him, and the three continued down the hall. / ¤»¤ë¬¾·â¦aµø¬°¤F¥L¡C "¾A¦X§A¦Û¤v¡C
µo¥Í ,³Ã¥ë¡C" ¦o§â¦oÂà¦V¦^¨Ó¦Ó¥B¤Þ¾É¤è¦¡åP¸¨ªùÆU, ¥t¥~¤G§óºCºCªº¤U¦C¦U¶µ¡C Ryu ¼È°±¦V«á¦a¦b¥LªºªÓ¤W°¨§J¿h°{¡C °¨§J¦b¥L´§»R,
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Maybe she's the reason I always feel cold here. Mark walked as naturally
as he could around the nearest corner, then folded his arms. An evening
alone--not completely undesirable, considering the matter he needed to
mull over, but also not completely desirable. Again, that matter he needed
to mull over. / ¤]³\¦o¬O§ÚÁ`¬O¦b³o¸Ìı±o´H§Nªº²z¥Ñ¡C °¨§J¦b³Ìªñªº¨¤¸¨©P³ò¾¨¥L©Ò¯à¦a¦ÛµM¨«¸ô, µM«áºPÅ|¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C ¤@ӱߤW¿W¦Û¦a--¤£¬O§¹¥þ¤£¨üÅwªï,¦Ò¼{¥L»Ýnµ²§ô²`«ä¼ô¼{ªº¨Æ¥ó,
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Instead of his room, Mark trekked over to the library. Nambu had said
bluntly that Mark might get himself forever trapped here if the team succeeded
in detonating that weapon. Right now, that thought was too awful to dwell
on. He longed for a distraction, and one particular thought surfaced:
Did Chicago win the game? / ¥N´À¥Lªº©Ð¶¡¡A°¨§J§@ªø³~®È¦æ¦b¨ì¹Ï®ÑÀ]¤§¤W¡C Nambu ¤w¸g©Z²v¦a»¡¡A°¨§J¥i¯à±o¨ì¥L¦Û¤v¥Ã»·³´¤J§x¹Òªº³o¸Ì¦pªG¦¨¥\¦a¤ÞÃz¨º¤@ÓªZ¾¹
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Seated at a computer terminal in the library, Mark arranged a bag of pretzels
and a caffeinated soda off to the side of the mouse and went searching
through the archives of public newspapers and magazines. Three or four
minutes sufficed to learn the tricks of the search engine, and Mark started
his work. / ¦b¹Ï®ÑÀ]ªº¤@Ó¹q¸£²×ÂI§¤,°¨§J¨«¶}¦w±Æ¤F¤@³U´ÔÆQ±²»æ©M caffeinated Ĭ¥´¨ì¦Ñ¹«ªºÃä¦Ó¥B¥h´M§ä¹L¤½²³ªº³ø¯È©MÂø»xªºÀɮסC
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Searching for the NBA did no good--apparently basketball had never surfaced
as a popular sport here, although Mark shuddered to realize soccer enjoyed
the same fanatical world-wide following it always had. Wrestling, it seemed,
was fairly popular though no more legitimate than at home. Roller derby
and some kind of horse racing had fans of their own, but Mark didn't investigate.
Towering over all other sports, though, was baseball. It seemed as if
the World Series here actually involved the world. Baseball stadiums habitually
pulled in regular season attendances higher than the Superbowl back home.
/ °w¹ï¥þ¬üÄx²y¨ó·|ªº·j´M¨S°µ¦n³B--ÅãµM¦aÄx²y±q¥¼¤É¦Ü¤ô±¦p¤@¶µ¨üÅwªïªº¹B°Ê³o¸Ì,ÁöµM°¨§J¾Ô·X¤F¸ÑnÁ`¬O³Q¨É¨ü¬Û¦Pªº¨g¼ö¹M¤Î¥þ²yªº¤U¦C¦U¶µ¥¦ªº¨¬²y¦³¡C
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Michael Jordan's name never showed up: Mark had expected that. Munching
on a pretzel, he wondered how he'd sleuth out Jordan in this dimension.
Short of running up a roster of every known basketball player and looking
at photographs, he could think of nothing else. / ³Á¥i¡E³ìµnªº¦W¦r±q¤£¥X²{: °¨§J¤w¸g´Á±æ¨º¡C
¦b¤@Ó´ÔÆQ±²»æ¤W¥Î¤O©CÄZ,¥LÃhºÃ¤F¥L±N·|¦p¦ó°»¹î¥X³o¤Ø¤oªº³ìµn¡C µu¦b¨C¤@¤wª¾ªºÄx²y¹B°Êûªº¤@Ó¦W³æ¤W±¶]¦Ó¥B¬Ý¬Û¤ù¡A¥L¥i¥H·Q¨ìµL¨ä¥L¨Æ¡C
After a minute, though, he realized something that had only teased at
the corners of his mind prior to now. Nicknames seemed to stay largely
the same on both sides of the dividing line. He was still the Eagle. Jason
and Joe were both Condors. It was too ridiculous a long shot for Mark
to do it without feeling self-conscious, but finally he searched for the
nickname "Air". / ¦b¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡AÁöµM¡A¥L¤F¸Ñ¤F¥u¦³¤w¸g¦b²{¦b¤§«e¦b¥Lªº¤ß¨¤¸¨´Ûtªº¬Y¨Æ¡C ºï¸¹¦ü¥G¥Dn¦a°±¯d¦b¤À«×½uªº¨âÃä¤Wªº¤@¼Ë¡C
¥L¤´µM¬OÆN¡C ³Ç¥Í©M³ì¬O¨â°¦¨rÆN¡C ¥¦¬O¤Ó¯îÂÕªºªøª`®gÅý°¨§J°µ¥¦¤£Ä±±o¦Û§Ú·NÃѱj,¦ý¬O³Ì«á¥L´M§äºï¸¹ "ªÅ®ð" ¡C
He found about thirty hits immediately. / ¥L¥ß¨èµo²{¤j¬ù¤T¤QÓÂIÀ»¼Æ¡C
Most of the hits came from several years back, a few more recently, but
a quick scan of the headlines deflated Mark's elated surprise. This man,
Matthew "Air" Waters, played baseball. / ¤j³¡¥÷ªºÂIÀ»¼Æ¨Ó¦Û¦n´X¦~I±, ¦A¹L´X³Ìªñ¡A¦ý¬O¤j¼ÐÃDªº§Ö±½´y©ñ®ð¤F°¨§Jªº¿³°ªªö¯Pªº·N¥~¡C
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Tilting back the soda can to catch the last drops, Mark clicked on one
article that seemed to be an overview of the man's life ("Where is
he now?") and then choked when he saw the picture. / ¦V«á¦a¶É±×Ĭ¥´¯à®·®»³Ì«á¤U°¡A¦b¤@Ó¦ü¥G¬O¨k¤Hªº¥Í¬¡·§Æ[ªº¤å³¹¤W³Q«öªº°¨§J
("²{¦b¥L¦bþ¸Ì"?) µM«á²¿®§¥L¦ó®É¬Ý¨£·Ó¤ù¡C
That's him! He really can play baseball! Forgetting to set aside the can,
Mark leaned in as close as he could to the screen and devoured the article.
Matthew Waters--Michael Jordan--had played baseball for the Toronto JBs
for five years. The JBs? Mark opened another window and found out that
JBs technically meant Jay Birds, but during their first season a shortstop
had thrown his bat at an opposing pitcher after getting beaned, breaking
the pitcher's jaw. JBs had come to mean Jaw Breakers. Great--now I really
want to go home. / ¨º¬O¥L! ¥L¯uªº¯à¥´´Î²y! §Ñ°O¯d¦sÅø¤l, °¨§Jʾa¦b·í°µ±µªñ¦a·í¥L¥i¥H¨ì¿Ã¹õ¦Ó¥B§]¹¤F¤å³¹¡C °¨¤Ó¤ô°ì--
³Á¥i¡E³ìµn--¤w¸g¬°¦hÛ¦h JBs ¥´´Î²y¹F¤¦~¤§¤[¡C JBs? °¨§J¥´¶}¤F¥t¤@®°µ¡¤á¦Ó¥Bµo²{¡A JBs §Þ³N¤W·N¿×³¾³¾, ¦ý¬O¦b¥L̪º¤@Ó¹CÀ»¤w¸g¦b±o¨ì¤§«á¦b¤@ӤϹï§ë¤â¥á¥Lªº½¿½»¨§¤lªº²Ä¤@Ó©u¸`´Á¶¡,¥´¯}§ë¤âªºÃE¡C
JBs ¤w¸g¨Ó·N¿×ÃEÂ_¸ô¾¹¡C ¤j®v--²{¦b§Ú¯uªº·Qn¦^®a¡C
Returning to the article about Michael Jordan's counterpart, Mark read
the writer's opinion that he was one of the most underrated center fielders
in baseball, a man who had he only played longer could have easily shattered
so-and-so's home run record. An early back injury had put Waters on the
injured list for an entire season, and during that time, Waters' father
was murdered. / ¦^¨ìÃö©ó³Á¥i¡E³ìµnªº°t¹ïªÌªº¤å³¹,°¨§J¬Ý¥L¬O³Q§C¦ô´Î²yªº¤¤¤ß fielders ªº¤j³¡¤À¤§¤@ªº§@®a·N¨£, ¤@Ó¨k¤H¦³¥L¥u§ó¤[ª±¥i¥H®e©ö¦a¤w¸g¥´¯}¬Y¬Y¤H¥þÂS¥´¬ö¿ý¡C
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Waters had decided not to return to baseball. Where is he now?, the article
asked. He currently worked as a physical education teacher in a burnt-out
inner-city area, working directly with teenagers who desperately needed
guidance in a violent and war-torn world. He worked weekends at a Boys
and Girls club with a former teammate who looked suspiciously like Toni
Kukoc. The Matthew Waters foundation sponsored several sports scholarships
to colleges around the world. / ¤ô°ì¤w¸g¨M©w¤£n¦^¨ì´Î²y¡C ²{¦b¥L¦bþ¸Ì?,¤å³¹°Ý¡C ¥L²{¦b±q¨Æ¤@¦ìÅé¨|¦Ñ®vªº¤u§@¦b¤@¿U¿N
- ¥~±ªº¥«¤º±K¶°¦a°Ï°Ï°ì,ª½±µ¦a©Mµ´±æ¦a¦b¤@ӼɤOªº©M²`¨ü¾Ôº×ªº¥@¬É¤¤»Ýn«ü¾Éªº«C¤Ö¦~¤u§@¡C ¥L¦b¤@Ó¨k«Ä©M¤k«Ä©M¤@Ӭݰ_¨Ó©M Toni
Kukoc ¥iºÃ¦a¹³ªº«e¶¤¤ÍªºÑ¼Ö³¡¾Þ§@¶g¥½¡C °¨¤Ó¤ô°ì°ò¦ÃÙ§U¤F¨ì¥þ²yªº¾Ç°|¤@¨Ç¹B°Ê¼ú¾Çª÷¡C
"I'd never have gone to college if not for him," one boy said.
"He convinced me to straighten out, stop messing around with guns
and drugs, work on my game. Maybe I never got good enough to join the
big leagues, but I got a job and I got a future. I'm helping my kid brother
straighten out too, maybe get him a job where I work. But I did it because
of Matthew Waters. I wanted to be like him." / " §Ú¦³±q¤£¤w¸g¥h¾Ç°|¦pªG¤£¬°¥L",¤@Ó¨k«Ä»¡¡C
"¥L¨Ï§Ú«HªA§Ëª½¥X,¥Hºj©MÃÄ°±¤î¦bªþªñ§ËÁV,³B²z§Úªº¤ñÁÉ¡C ¤]³\§Ú±q¤£±o¨ì¤F¦n¥R¨¬°Ñ¥[¤jªºÁp·ù¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¾Ö¦³¤F¤@Ó¤u§@¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú±o¨ì¤F¥¼¨Ó¡C
§Ú¥¿¦bÀ°§U§Úªº¤p«Ä¥S§Ì¤]§Ëª½¥X,¤]³\®³¤@Ó§Ú¤u§@ªº¤u§@µ¹¥L¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú¦]¬°°¨¤Ó¤ô°ì°µ¤F¥¦¡C §Ú·Qn¹³¥L¡C"
Mark sat staring at the screen. / °¨§J§¤µÛ¨nµÛ¿Ã¹õ¬Ý¡C
After several minutes, Mark swallowed tightly and placed his empty soda
can beside the forgotten bag of pretzels. / ¦b¦n´X¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡A°¨§Jºòºò¦a§]¦Ó¥B©ñ¸m¤F¦b´ÔÆQ±²»æªº³Q§Ñ°Oªº³U¤l®ÇÃ䪺¥LªÅĬ¥´Åø¤l¡C
Heroes were heroes on both sides of the river. Sometimes, when it all
came down to the finish, men proved themselves heroes or they proved themselves
one of the multitude. Maybe despite the changing circumstances and the
different situations, when it came time to decide, the different incarnations
of the same people made the same decisions because it was their core shining
through. Because they were heroes. To be a hero for everyone else, they
had put themselves second and never thought twice. / ^¶¯¬O¦bªeªº¨âÃä¤Wªº^¶¯¡C ¦³®É¡A·í¥¦¦b¨º®ÉÔ¥þ³¡°§C¦Ü§¹¦¨ªº®ÉÔ¡A¨k¤HÃÒ©ú¤F¥L̦ۤv^¶¯¡A§_«h¥LÌÃÒ©ú¤F¥L̦ۤv¦h¼Æ¤§¤@¡C
¤£¦b¥G§ïÅÜÀô¹Ò©M¤£¦Pªº±¡§Î¤]³\¡A·í¥¦¨Ó®É¶¡¨M©wªº®ÉÔ, ¬Û¦Pªº¤H¤£¦Pªº¤Æ¨§@¥X¤F¬Û¦Pªº¨M©w¦]¬°¥¦¬O¥L̪º°{Ã{¹L ªº®Ö¤ß¡C ¦]¬°¥L̬O^¶¯¡C
¬°¤Fn¬O¨ä¥L¤Hªº^¶¯, ¥L̤w¸g©ñ¥L̦ۤv¬í©M±q¤£·Q¨â¦¸¡C
And I want to see Princess and Jason and the Chief and everyone again.
And I want to get out of this cold B-side of a world. I want to look out
the window and see clouds instead of fish. I'm sure Ken wants to come
home too. But I'm equally sure that given the choice between the possible
thousands of deaths and one sacrifice we both could make in order to protect
those people, we both have to choose the same. / ¦Ó¥B§Ú·Qn¦A¤@¦¸¨£¤½¥D©M³Ç¥Í©M»â³S©M¨CÓ¤H¡C
¦Ó¥B§Ú·QnÂ÷¶}³oÓ´H§Nªº B-¤@Ó¥@¬ÉªºÃä¡C §Ú·Qn¤p¤ßµ¡¤á¨Ã¥B¬Ý¨£¶³¥N´À³½¡C §Ú½T©wªÖ®¦»Ýn¤]¦^®a¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú¬Ûµ¥½T«H´£¨Ñ¦b¥i¯àªº¼Æ¥H¤dp¦º¤`©M¤@ÓÄ묹¤§¶¡ªº¿ï¾Ü§ÚÌdz£¥i¥H¬°¤Fn«OÅ@¨º¨Ç¤H
, »s³y, §ÚÌdz£¥²¶·¿ï¾Ü¬Û¦Pªº¡C
Shutting down the computer, Mark closed his eyes and made a mental list
of the steps he'd need to take before he could leave G-Town. No matter
how often he redrew it, unfortunately, the top task was Jun. / Ãö³¬¹q¸£,¦b¥L¥i¥H¯d¤U
G ¤§«e , °¨§JÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥B»s³y¤F¥L±N·|»Ýn®³ªº¨BÆJ¤@¥»¤ß´¼ªº¥Ø¿ý-«°Âí¡C µL½×¥L¦h¤[¦A©Ô¥¦,¤£©¯¦a¡A³»¦yªº¤u§@¬O¤»¤ë¡C
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An hour later, as Ken was getting ready for bed, Jason knocked on his
door and slipped inside with a sleeping bag and pillow. "I'm staying
in here tonight." / 1 ¤p®É¤§«á,¦pªÖ®¦¥¿¦b¬°§É³Q¼²¥Lªºªù¨Ã¥B·Æ˶i¸Ì±ªº³Ç¥Í°µ¦n·Ç³Æ¥Ñ©ó¤@ӺγU©MªEÀY¡C "§Ú¥¿¦b¤µ±ß¯d¦b³o¸Ì"
¡C
Ken had said nothing while Jason spread out his gear on the floor and
settled in. "You and Mark do this often?" / ·í³Ç¥Í¶Ç¶}¦b¦aªO¤Wªº¥L¤u¨ãªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦¤w¸g»¡¨S¨Æ¦Ó¥B¦w¹y¦b¡C
"§A©M°¨§J®É±`°µ³o"?
"Yeah--like when his father died, other times." / "¬Oªº¹³-
¤@¼Ëªº·í¥L¤÷¿Ë¦ºªº®ÉÔ,¨ä¥Lªº®É¥N".
Jason kept his eyes down, and Ken studied him as he carefully kept his
body angled away. The words stayed in his throat, and he formed new ones
instead. "Joe was my roommate, growing up." / ·í¥L¤p¤ß¦a«O«ù¤FÂ÷¶}³Q«ö¬Y¤@¨¤«×Âà°Êªº¥L¨Å骺®ÉÔ¡A³Ç¥Í«O«ù¥Lªº²´·úåP¸¨¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¾Ç²ß¤F¥L¡C
¦r°±¯d¦b¥Lªº«|³ï¤¤¡A¦Ó¥B¥L§ï¬°§Î¦¨¤F·sªº¤@¨Ç¡C "³ì¬O§Úªº«Ç¤Í, ¼W¥[¦b"¤W±.
"Really?" Jason's head lifted and he faced Ken a little more
squarely now. "Mark and Tiny and I shared a room before we moved
to ISO, but that was only for a few months right at the beginning."
/ "¯uªº¶Ü"? ³Ç¥ÍªºÀY¤É°ª¡A¦Ó¥B¥L²{¦b§ó¤è§Î±¹ï¤FªÖ®¦¤@ÂIÂI¡C " °¨§J©M·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B¦b§Ú̲¾¨ì°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¤§«e
, §Ú¤À¨É¤F¤@өж¡, ¦ý¬O¥u¦³¬O¼ÆӤ륿½T¦a±q³Ìªìªº¦a¤è".
When Ken said nothing else, Jason dropped back onto the blanket. "Well,
whenever you're ready." / ·íªÖ®¦µL¨ä¥L¨Æ»¡ªº®ÉÔ,³Ç¥Í¦V«á¦a¦b¤ò´à¤§¤W°§C¡C "¶â¡AµL½×¦ó®É§A·Ç³Æ¦n
" ¡C
Joe used to say, "Will you kill the lights, damn it? Even night owls
can see in the dark." A little unsteady, Ken closed the lights and
stripped to his underwear before getting into bed himself. / ³ì¹L¥h¤@ª½»¡,"§A±N±þ¥ú,¶A©G¥¦?
¬Æ¦Ü¿ßÀYÆN¯à¦b¶Â·t¤¤¬Ý¨£¡C"¤@Ó¤p¤£Ã©w¡A¦b¶i¤J§É¥L¦Û¤v¤§«e³QÃö³¬¥ú¦Ó¥B°£¥h¨ì¥Lªº¤º¦ç¿ÇªºªÖ®¦¡C
With the lights out, Ken said, almost a whisper, "Did the doctors
find anything?" / Âǥѥú¦b¥~¡AªÖ®¦»¡, ´X¥G¦Õ»y,"Âå¥Íµo²{¥ô¦ó¨Æ¶Ü"?
"Nothing at all. They said I'm healthy as a horse. They wouldn't
say precisely which horse, naturally." Ken could decipher Jason's
profile in the little light let into the room from the crack beneath the
door. Jason kept his head up, staring directly ahead. "The Chief
told me why they did all that testing." / "¦b¥þ³¡ªº¨S¨Æ¡C ¥LÌ»¡¤F§Ú¬O°·±dªº¦p¤@¤Ç°¨¡C
¥ḺN¤£ºë½T¦a»¡¨º¤@ÓÃM°¨,¦ÛµM¦a¡C"ªÖ®¦¥i¥HĶ¸Ñ¦bªù¤§¤U³QÅý¨Ó¦ÛµõÁ_ªº©Ð¶¡¶i¥hªº¤p¥ú³Ç¥Íªº´yø¡C ³Ç¥ÍÅý¥LªºÀYÄ~Äò¤U¥h ,¦V«e¦aª½±µ¦aª`µø¡C
"»â³S§i¶D¤F§Ú¥L̬°¤°»ò°µ¤F©Ò¦³ªº¨º¤@Ó´ú¸Õ" ¡C
Ken said, "If he could prevent what happened to Joe--it was worthwhile."
/ ªÖ®¦»¡,"¦pªG¥L¥i¥HÁקK³ìµo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ-- ¥¦¬Oȱoªá®É¶¡ªº".
"I'm going to glow in the dark for three years after all the X-rays
and cat scans and MRIs they gave me. I'm probably radioactive now, thanks
to you." / "§Ú¥¿¦b¥h¦b¶Â·t¤¤¦b¥L̵¹¤©¤F§Úªº©Ò¦³ X¥ú©MÂ_¼h±½´y©MºÏ¦@®¶¦¨¹³¤§«áµo¬õ¥ú¤T¦~¡C §Ú²{¦b¥i¯à¬O©ñ®g©Êªº,¹ï§AÁÂÁ¡C"
Ken grinned. "So you came in here to keep me awake all night?"
/ ªÖ®¦ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C " ¦]¦¹§A¶i¨Ó³o¸Ì¾ã©]±ß«O¦s§Ú³ê¿ô"?
"Basically. Jerk." / "°ò¥»¤W¡C ©Ê±¡¥j©Çªº¤H¡C"
Ken put his face against the pillow and shook. / ªÖ®¦©ñ¤F¹ï§ÜªEÀYªº¥LÁy¦Ó¥B·n°Ê¡C
"I bled more for those stupid lab technicians today than I do during
most missions." / "§Ú¤µ¤Ñ¬°¨º¨Ç·MÄøªº¹êÅç«Ç§Þ³N¤Hû¬y¦å§ó¦h³Ó©ó§Ú¦b¤j¦h¼Æªº¥ô°È®ÉÔ°µ" ¡C
"You didn't even get combat pay for today." / "§A¤£¬Æ¦Ü±o¨ì¾Ô°«¤ä¥I¤µ¤Ñªº¶O¥Î"
¡C
"Hey!" Jason turned to Ken. "You're right! Where's my time-card?"
/ "¶Ù"! ³Ç¥Í¨D§U©óªÖ®¦¡C "§A¬O¥¿½Tªº! §Úªº¤u§@®É¶¡°O¿ý¥d¦bþ¸Ì?"
"You have to fill out a time-card?" / " §A¥²¶·¶ñ¼g¤@±i¤u§@®É¶¡°O¿ý¥d"?
"No--it's called sarcasm." / "¤£--¥¦¥s°µ«õW".
Ken said nothing for a minute or two, lying on his side with his eyes
closed. He hadn't heard Jason settle down yet. Sharing a room again--how
long had it been? First Joe, later Jun, but alone during the time between
and the time afterward. How much of this felt familiar--the conversations
in the dark, the listening to hear if the other had fallen asleep yet.
/ ªÖ®¦¬°¤@¤ÀÄÁ©Î¤G¤ÀÄÁ¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡,¦b©M¥Lªº³QÃö³¬ªº²´·ú¥L¨Ãä¤W»¡ÁÀ¡C ¥L¨S¦³¤U¨Ó¤´µMÅ¥¨ì³Ç¥Íªø´È¡C ¦A¤@¦¸¤À¨É¤@өж¡-- ¦h¤[¥¦¬O? ²Ä¤@³ì¡A¸û«áªº¤»¤ë,
¦ý¬O©t¿Wªº¦b¦¹´Á¶¡¦b©M¤§¶¡µM«áªº®É¶¡¡C ¦h¤Ö³oı±o¼ô±x-- ¥æ½Í¦b¶Â·t¤¤ , ¨ºÓťť¨ì°²¦p¥t¤@Ӻεۤ´µM¡C
Joe--Jun. This isn't right. I shouldn't be here, / ³ì--¤»¤ë¡C ³o¤£¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C §Ú¤£À³¸Ó¦b³o¸Ì,
Suddenly in the darkness, Jason said, "Tell me about Joe." /
¬ðµM¦b¶Â·t¤è±¡A³Ç¥Í»¡,"§i¶D§ÚÃö©ó³ì".
Ken chilled. "Tell you what?" / ¤w§NªºªÖ®¦¡C " §i¶D§A¤°»ò"?
"Anything. What was he like? Who was he?" / "¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C ¥L¬O«ç¼Ëªº¤H?
¥L¬O½Ö?"
Ken shifted onto his stomach. "He was like you, and not like you.
He was more elemental, forceful. You're both mercilessly efficient, from
what I've seen, but he was driven differently than you are. He kept himself
to himself." / ªÖ®¦¦b¥LªºG¤§¤W§ïÅÜ¡C "¥L¹³§A, ¦Ó¥B¤£¹³§A¡C ¥L¬O§ó¤¸¯Àªº,¦³¤Oªº¡C §A¨âªÌ³£µL·O´d¤ß¦³®Ä²v,
±q§Ú¤w¸g¬Ý¨ìªº¡A¦ý¬O¥L¸ò§A¤ñ°_¨Ó¤£¦P¦a³QÅX¨Ï¬O¡C ¥L¹ï¥L¦Û¤v«O«ù¤F¥L¦Û¤v¡C"
Jason said, "Did he race?" / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"¥L¤ñÁɶÜ"?
"He used to. Gallactor found out his identity, though, so if he had
raced again professionally it would just be inviting attacks." /
"¥L¹L¥h¤@ª½¡C Gallactor µo²{¥Lªº¨¥÷,ÁöµM¡A¦p¦¹¦pªG¥L¦A¤@¦¸¤w¸g±M·~¦a¤ñÁÉ , ¥¦±N·|¶È¶ÈÁܽЧðÀ»¡C"
Jason said, "Was he any good?" / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"¬O¥L¥ô¦ó¦n³B"?
Ken laughed. "Yes, I think so." / ªÖ®¦¯º¡C "¬Oªº¡A§Ú³o»ò»{¬°"
¡C
Jason said, "Who were his friends?" / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"¥LªºªB¤Í¬O½Ö"?
After a pause, Ken said, "Us." / ¦b¤¤¤î¤§«á¡AªÖ®¦»¡,"§ÚÌ".
"What about his racing team?" / " ¥LªºÄvÁÉ«ç»ò¼ËÁp¦¨¤@²Õ"?
"I never met them." Ken shrugged. "I think he just showed
up on Sundays for the races and then came home." / "§Ú±q¤£¹J¨£¤F¥LÌ"
¡C ªÖ®¦ÁqªÓ¡C " §Ú»{¬°¥Lè謰¤ñÁɦb¬P´Á¤é¥X²{µM«á¦^®a" ¡C
"Oh, bad form." Jason's blankets shifted in the dark, and Ken
imagined he must have rolled onto his back and crossed his arms behind
his head the way Joe always did. "Do that and you're not a team.
You're trusting your life and your car to your team--you need to spend
time with them, know each other inside and out, otherwise how can you
trust them when they say you've got enough fuel left to finish and you
know you don't have it?" / "®@, ¹H¤ÏªÀ·|³W½dªº¦æ¬°". ³Ç¥Íªº¤ò´à¦b¶Â·t¤¤§ïÅÜ¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦·Q¹³¥L¤@©w´¿¸g¦b¥LªºI³¡¤§¤W±²¹L¦Ó¥BÁ`¬O¥æ¤e¤F¦b¥LªºÀY«á±ªº¥L¤âÁu¤èªk³ì¬O¡C
"°µ¡A¦Ó¥B§A¤£¬O¤@Ó¤p²Õ¡C §A¥¿¦b¹ï§Aªº¤p²Õ«H¿à§Aªº¥Í¬¡©M§Aªº¨T¨®--§A»Ýn©M¥L̪á¶O®É¶¡, »{ÃѸ̱ªº©¼¦¹¦Ó¥B¦b¥~¡A·í¥LÌ»¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A§_«h§A¦p¦ó¯à«H¿à¥ĻA¤w¸g±o¨ì¥R¨¬ªº¿U®ÆÂ÷¶}§¹¦¨¡A¦Ó¥B§Aª¾¹D§A¨S¦³¥¦?"
Ken said, "He did all right anyhow." / ªÖ®¦»¡,"¥LµL½×¦p¦ó°µ¨SÃö«Y "
¡C
"I'm not saying he didn't, just that he couldn't have impressed many
people with his sportsmanship." / "§Ú¨S¦³¦b»¡¥L¨S¦³,¥¿ª½ªº¥L´N¤£·|¥Î¥Lªº¹B°Ê®aºë¯«¨Ï³\¦h¤H·P°Ê¤F".
Ken squinted in the darkness. Jason said, "How'd his parents die?"
/ ªÖ®¦¦b¶Â·t¤è±¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´¡C ³Ç¥Í»¡,"How'd ¥Lªº¤÷¥À»ë¤l"?
Ken said, "Assassinated." / ªÖ®¦»¡,"·t±þ".
"Mine, too." / "¤]«õ±¸" ¡C
Ken said, "Joe really let revenge motivate him at times." /
ªÖ®¦»¡," ³ì¯uªº¦³®ÉÅý³ø¤³¨ë¿E¥L" ¡C
"Who wouldn't?" Jason chuckled. "You don't think I'd like
to get my hands on the woman who squeezed the trigger on us?" / "
½Ö±N·|¤£"? ³Ç¥Í¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C "§A¤£»{¬°§Ú·Qn§ì¦íºò´¤¤F¦b§Ṳ́WªºªO¾÷¤k¤H"?
"Joe swore he'd bring Gallactor down because of it." / "
³ì©G½|¥L¦]¬°¥¦±N·|§â Gallactor ±a¤U¨Ó".
"Single-handedly? This guy had an ego?" / "³æ¤@ handedly?
³o¤@ӳå릳¤F¤@Ó¦Û§Ú?"
"You don't understand." Ken sat up, and Jason stilled. "Joe
did everything in high gear. When he fought, he fought totally. When he
raced, he raced totally. When he had time off, he played totally. When
he was dying, he was going to die in high gear too. He wouldn't have gone
with you today to the hospital to find out what was wrong with his head--in
the same situation, he jumped out the window and ran off to find Gallactor's
headquarters and didn't let us know he'd found it until Gallactor found
him first. They must have beaten the hell out of him--when Jun found him,
he was so totally shot up I don't know how he kept breathing, and he still
managed to get out of that base in order to let us know how to go back
inside and finish the job he'd started." / "§A¤£¤F¸Ñ" ¡C ªÖ®¦¼õ©]¡A¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í¦wÀR¡C
"³ì°µ¤F°ª³tÀɪº¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C ·í¥L¥´¥Mªº®ÉÔ,¥L§¹¥þ¦a¥´¥M¡C ·í¥L¤ñÁɪº®ÉÔ,¥L§¹¥þ¦a¤ñÁÉ¡C ·í¥L¨«¶}¦³¤F®É¶¡ªº®ÉÔ,¥L§¹¥þ¦aª±¡C
·í¥L¦º¤`ªº®ÉÔ,¥L¥¿¦b¥h¤]¦º©ó°ª³tÀÉ¡C ¥L¤£·|¤µ¤Ñ©M§A¥h¨ìÂå°|µo²{¤°»ò¹ï¥LªºÀY·P¨ì¿ù»~--¦b¬Û¦Pªº±¡§Î¤¤¡A¥L¨«¶}¸õÅD¤Fµ¡¤á¦Ó¥B¶]µo²{ Gallactor's
ªºÁ`³¡¦Ó¥B¨S¦³Åý§Ú̪¾¹D¥L±N·|º¥ýµo²{¥¦ª½¨ì Gallactor ³Qµo²{¥L¡C ¥L̤@©w´¿¸g¥L¼³·À¦aº»¹L--·í¤»¤ëµo²{¥Lªº®ÉÔ, ¥L¦p¦¹ªº§¹¥þ³Q§Ö³t¦¨ªø§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¥L¦p¦óºû«ù¤F©I§l,
©M¥L¤´µM³]ªk¬°¤FnÅý§Ú̪¾¹D¸Ó¦p¦ó¥h«á±ªº¤º³¡¦Ó¥B§¹¦¨¥L¦³¶}©lªº¤u§@ , Â÷¶}¨º¤@Ó°ò¦¡C"
Jason said, "How'd he do that?" / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"¥L°µ¨ºªº How'd"?
"Because he was stupid, stubborn, and so strong-willed that I don't
think he would allow himself to die before he was good and damned ready,
that's how!" Ken's breath deepened. "He had something left to
do--he'd made a total screw-up of his own life and then issued a whole
bunch of last words telling us how to live our own. I don't know what
kept him alive, but once he knew he was done for, he played it out all
the way--he issued his wonderful last words and now he's stayed good and
dead to us for two entire years while we mourn him and go the hell on
with our lives. Then, when the fighting starts again, he starts showing
up again--in the way we look at each other, in the way we say things he
would have said as if it can keep him here and not let him go on to the
next life. I see him in my peripheral vision when I'm not paying attention,
leaning against the wall with crossed arms, counting him in to make us
five even though we're only four. I know what he'd be telling me, just
how he'd say it. After two years, I haven't lost the knack of reading
his mind. I don't know why. I just don't know." / " ¦]¬°¥L¬O·MÄøªº¡M¹x©Tªº¡M©M¦p¦¹ªº±j
- ¨M·N¥HP©ó§Ú¤£»{¬°¡A¦b¥L«Ü¦n¤§«e , ¥L±N·|¤¹³\¥L¦Û¤v¦º©M¸Ó¦ºªº¹w³Æ, ¨º¬O¦p¦ó"! ªÖ®¦ªº©I§l¥[²`¡C " ¥L¬Y¨Æ¯d¤U¤F°µ--¥L¦³§@¤F¤@ÓÁ`Á³µ·°v-
¦V¤W¥L¦Û¤vªº¥Í¬¡µM«áµo¦æ¤F§i¶D§Ú̸Ӧp¦ó©~¦í ªº¤@¾ãÓªº§ô³Ì«áªº¦r§Ú̦ۤvªº¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D«O«ù¥L¦³¬¡¤OªºªF¦è¡A¦ý¬O¤@¥¹¥L»{ÃÑ¡A¥L¬O§¹³J¤F,¥Lª±¥X¥¦©Ò¦³ªº¤è¦¡--
·í§ÚÌ«s±¥¥L¦Ó¥B¥h¦aº»ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥Lµo¦æ¥L¬O¹ï§Ú̪º¥L¥O¤HÅå©_ªº³Ì«á¦r©M²{¦b°±¯d«Ü¦nªº©M¦º¤G¾ãÓªº¼Æ¦~¦b¥Ñ©ó§Ú̪º¥Í©R¤§¤W¡C µM«á¡A·í¾Ô°«¦A¤@¦¸¶}©lªº®ÉÔ,
¥L¶}©lÅã¥Ü¦b¦A¤@¦¸¤W±-- ¦b§Ú̬ݩ¼¦¹ªº¤è¦¡¤¤,¦b§ÚÌ»¡¨Æª«¥L·|»¡¦n¹³¥¦¯à§â¥L¯d¦b³o¸Ì¨Ã¥B¤£Åý¥LÄ~Äò¨ì¤U¥Í¬¡ªº¤è¦¡¤¤¡C ·í§Ú¨S¦³¦b±M¤ßªº®ÉÔ¡A§Ú¦b§Úªº©PÃäµø³¥¤¤¬Ý¨£¥L,¹ï§ÜÀð¾Àªº¶É±×¥Ñ©ó¥æ¤eªZ¸Ë,
§â¥Lpºâ¦b¤º»s³y§Ṳ́§Y¨Ï§ÚÌ¥u¬O¥|¡C §Úª¾¹D¥L±N·|§i¶D§Úªº,¨s³º¥L±N·|¦p¦ó»¡¥¦¡C ¦b¤G¦~¤§«á¡A§Ú¨S¦³¥¢¥hŪ¥Lªº¤ß¼ô½m§Þ³N¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¬°¤°»ò¡C
§Ú´N¬O¤£ª¾¹D¡C"
Jason's voice dropped a little. "But you knew him best of anyone."
/ ³Ç¥ÍªºÁnµµy·L°§C¡C "¦ý¬O§A»{ÃѤF¥L¥ô¦ó¤Hªº³Ì¦n" ¡C
"And sometimes," Ken hissed, "even I didn't know him at
all." / " ¦Ó¥B¦³®É",ªÖ®¦µo¥X¼NÁn ", ¬Æ¦Ü§Ú¤@ÂI¤]¤£»{ÃÑ¥L".
Jason said, "You ever ask him?" / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"§A´¿¸g°Ý¥L"?
"You can't ask Joe anything. He gets quiet and dark and then you
regret asking." / "§A¤£¯à°Ý³ì¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C ¥L¦wÀRªº©M¶Â·t¡AµM«á§A¬°°Ý·P¨ì¿ò¾Ñ¡C"
Jason chuckled. "Maybe I ought to try that sometimes." / ³Ç¥Í¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C
"¤]³\§ÚÀ³¸Ó¦³®É¸Õ¨º" ¡C
Ken forced his fists to uncurl. Jason's younger than Joe. "It's still
a game to you." / ªÖ®¦À£¢¤F¥Lªº®±ÀY¤£§Ë±²¡C ¶W¹L³ìªº³Ç¥Í¦~¬ö¸û¤pªÌ¡C "¥¦¤´µM¬O¹ï§A¤@³õ¤ñÁÉ"
¡C
"On the contrary." Jason kept his voice very, very soft. "I
don't think it's a game at all. If you're going to do something all the
way, that's the way to do it." / "¬Û¤Ï¦a". ³Ç¥Í«O«ù¤F¥LªºÁnµ«D±`,«D±`³nªº¡C
"§Ú¤£»{¬°¥¦¥þµM¬O¤@³õ¤ñÁÉ¡C ¦pªG§A±Nn°µ©Ò¦³ªºªF¦è¤è¦¡,¨º¬O°µ¥¦ªº¤è¦¡¡C"
Ken said, "And all the rest of us get left behind." / ªÖ®¦»¡,"
¦Ó¥B§Ú̪º©Ò¦³¨ä¾lªÌ¥ªÃä«á±".
"I've thought about that too," Jason said. "Maybe that
should have kept him there. But it doesn't sound like he did it on a whim.
He helped you take those bastards down with him." / "§Ú¤w¸g¤]·Q¨º",³Ç¥Í»¡¡C
"¤]³\¨ºÀ³¸Ón§â¥L¯d¦b¨º¸Ìªº¡C ¦ý¬O¥¦¤£Å¥°_¨Ó¹³¥L¤@¼Ë¦b¤@Ó¤@®Éªº¿³P¤W°µ¥¦¡C ¥LÀ°§U§A±a¹ï¥L·P¨ì¦V¤Uªº¨º¨Ç¨p¥Í¤l¡C"
"And it's all for nothing," Ken said, "because two years
later we've got an unburied body lying somewhere in Cross Karacoram and
Gallactor has crawled back into the daylight as if we'd never struck them
down." / " ¦Ó¥B¥¦¥þ³£¬O§K¶O",ªÖ®¦»¡ ",¦]¬°¤G¦~¤§«á§Ṳ́w¸g¦³¤@Ó¦b¥æ¤eªº Karacoram
¤¤¬Y³B»¡ÁÀ ªº³Q¤£®I¸®ªº¨Åé¡A¦Ó¥B Gallactor ¤w¸gª¦¦æªð¦^¥Õ±Þ¦n¹³§Ú̦³±q¤£¥´Ë¥LÌ".
This time Jason stayed silent for a long time. / ³o¦¸³Ç¥Í°±¯d¨HÀq¦³«Üªøªº¤@¬q®É¶¡¡C
"Is that what you'd want to die to accomplish?" / " ¨º¬O§A±N·|·Qn¦º§¹¦¨¤°»ò"?
"No," Jason said, "but we don't get to choose, do we?"
/ "¤£" ¡A³Ç¥Í»¡ ", ¦ý¬O§Ṳ́£¶}©l¿ï¾Ü,§Ṳ́£¶Ü"?
Ken clenched his teeth and curled his legs to his chest. ,i>Gallactor
took my father. They took my team-mate. And now where am I? Why should
I be lost too? / ªÖ®¦ºò´¤¤F¥Lªº¤ú¾¦¦Ó¥B§Ë±²¤F¹ï¥Lªº¯Ý¥L»L¡C ,i>Gallactor ±a¤F§Úªº¤÷¿Ë¡C ¥Ḻa¤F§Úªº¤p²Õ-ªB¤Í¡C
¦Ó¥B²{¦b§Ú¦bþ¸Ì? §Ú¬°¤°»òÀ³¸Ó³Q¥¢¥h¡A¤]?
---
Mark found Jun sitting on the window seat of the gym staring out at the
fish. Leaning against one of the weight machines, he hesitated to collect
his thoughts, eyes lowered. His jaw clenched. / °¨§Jµo²{¤»¤ë§¤¦b³½ªºª`µø ªº«Ø¨©Ðªº¾aµ¡®y¦ì¤W¡C
ʾa«¶q¾÷¾¹¤§¤@,¥LµS¿Ý¦¬¶°¥Lªº·Qªk,²´·ú°§C¡C ¥LªºÃEºò´¤¡C
"You wanted something?" / " §A·Qn¬Y¨Æ"?
"I wanted to set things straight with you." / "§Ú·Qn©M§A³]©w¨Æª«ª½½u"
¡C
"What for?" Jun hadn't looked back at him yet. Mark stepped
lightly toward her, coming to a stop looking over her shoulder out the
portal. / " ¤°»ò¬°"? ¤»¤ë¨S¦³¤´µM¦^¬Ý¥L¡C °¨§J»´»´ªº¹ï©ó¦o½ñ,°±¤î¥X¦Û¤J¤fÂsÄý¦oªºªÓ¡C
"We're so far down," Mark said, "Fish down here never see
light at all, do they, except for what we shine on them so we can sightsee."
/ " §Ú̬O¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î¦V¤U",°¨§J»¡ ", ¦b³o¸Ì³¨¤U¨Ó¤@ÂI¤]¤£»´¸Ë¦a¬Ý¨£,°µ¥LÌ,°£¤F§Ú̦]¦¹±N sightsee
¸Ë©óÅøÀY¦b¥L̨¤Wµo«Gªº¥H¥~".
"I suppose your crescent coral base doesn't have lights on it?"
/ "§Ú±À·Q¡A§Aªº·s¤ë§Îªº¬À·ä°ò¦¨S¦³¦b¥¦¤Wªº¥ú"?
"I first had that thought about ours, actually." Mark folded
his arms. "It's so astonishing to be down here under the sea, who
could resist looking? But I wonder how many fish we've blinded or worse--"
/ " §Úº¥ý¦³¨º·Q§Ú̪º,¹ê»Ú¤W". °¨§JºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C "¦b®ü¬v¤§¤U¦b³o¸Ì¬O¤U¨Ó¬O¦p¦¹¥iÅ岧, ½Ö¥i¥H©è§Ü¬Ý?
¦ý¬O§ÚÃhºÃ¦h¤Ö³¨§Ṳ́w¸gª¼¤H©Î¤ñ¸ûÁVªº--"
"Half of them have no eyes at all." Jun's voice stayed low.
"What's blinding to most of us isn't even going to faze them."
/ "¥L̤@¥b¨S¦³¦b¥þ³¡ªº²´·ú" ¡C ¤»¤ëªºÁnµ°±¯d§C¡C " ¹ï§Ṳ́j³¡¥÷¬O¨Ï¤H¯t¥Øªºªº¨Æ±¡¤£¬O¥©Zªº¥hÂZ¥LÌ".
Mark sighed. "Why are you so furious at me?" / °¨§J¼Û®§¡C "¦b§Ú§A¬°¤°»ò¦p¦¹¨g«ã"?
"Because you're as blind as the stupid fish, that's why." Jun
faced him angrily, the green ocean water at her back seemingly roiling
from her eyes and her hair like black thunderclouds. "I don't think
I'm the one with explanations to make." / " ¦]¬°§A¬O¹³·MÄøªº³½¤@¼Ëªºª¼¥Ø,
¨º¬O¬°¤°»ò". ¤»¤ë¼««ã¦a±¹ï¤F¥L,ºñ¦âªº¤j®ü±q¹³¶Â¦â thunderclouds ¤@¼Ëªº¦o²´·ú©M¦oªºÀY¾v¦V«á¦aªí±¤W¦a¦b¦o¼å¤ô¹ý©³ÅÍ©Õ¡C
"§Ú¤£»{¬°§Ú¬Oq©wªº¦³¸ÑÄÀªº¨º¤@Ó" ¡C
Mark felt his heart beating faster. "Will you at least condescend
enough to tell me what's going on?" / °¨§J·Pı¥Lªº¤ß¥´§ó§Ö³t¦a¡C " ±N§A¦Ü¤ÖÁ¾»¹¥R¨¬§i¶D§Ú¤°»ò¥¿¦bÄ~Äò"?
Jun folded her arms and stared levelly. / ¤»¤ë¦P°ª¦aºPÅ|¤F¦oªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥Bª`µø¡C
Mark shifted his stance so he balanced easily on the balls of his feet.
/ °¨§J§ïÅܤF¥LªººA«×¡A¦p¦¹¥L®e©ö¦a¦b¥Lªº¸}²y¤W¥¿Å¡C
Jun said, "You know, you're so much like Ken." / ¤»¤ë»¡,"§Aª¾¹D,§A¬O³o»ò¦h¬Û¦üªºªÖ®¦"
¡C
Mark said, "Then maybe it'll comfort you to know that in some universes,
you don't hate me." / °¨§J»¡,"µM«á¤]³\¥¦±N¦w¼¢§Aª¾¹D¡A¦b¤@¨Ç¦t©z¤¤¡A§A¤£¼¨«ë§Ú" ¡C
Walking the halls again, Mark had his hands in his pockets. That had gone
over like a lead balloon. It took a moment's deep breathing for Mark to
regain his calm. / ¨B¦æªùÆU¦A¤@¦¸¡A°¨§J¦³¤F¥Lªº¤f³U¥L¤â¡C ¨º¤w¸g¸Ô²ÓÀˬd¤@Ó½u¯Á²rº¦ªº¦PÃþ¡C ¥¦²`¤J¦aªá¤@¨Ç®É¶¡©I§lÅý°¨§J¨ú¦^¥Lªº¥Ã¡C
In order to leave G-Town, Mark would need to apprehend some kind of minisub.
The underwater vehicles were stabled in a small bay close to the top level,
above the New GodPhoenix's bay. The elevator brought him up to that level,
where he quickly found the correct door. He knew it was the correct one
because it had Ryu leaning in it. / ¬°¤Fn¯d¤U G-«°Âí,°¨§J±N·|»Ýn²z¸Ñ minisub ªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬¡C
¦b·sªº GodPhoenix's ªº®üÆW¤W±¦b¤ô¤¤ªº¨®½ø³Q»°¤J°¨©Ðùئb¤@Ó¤pªº®üÆW¤¤¹ï³»¦yªº¤ô·Çµ²§ô¡C ¹q±èª½¨ì¨º¤@Ó¤ô·Ç±a¤F¥L,¦b¥L«Ü§Ö¦aµo²{¥¿½Tªºªù¦a¤è¡C
¥Lª¾¹D¡A¦]¬°¥¦¦b¥¦¸Ì±¦³ Ryu ¶É±×¡A¥¦¬O¤@Ó¥¿½Tªº¡C
Mark stopped in his tracks. His shoulders dropped. / °¨§J¦b¥Lªºy¹D¤¤°±¤î¡C ¥LªºªÓ°§C¡C
"Nah," Ryu said. "I'm not stopping you--I'm here to help.
You'd never get out of here alone without setting off all kinds of alarms."
/ "Nah",Ryu »¡¡C "§Ú¨S¦³¦bªý¤î§A--§Ú¦b³o¸ÌÀ°§U¡C §A¦³±q¤£¤£»Ýn³]©w¨«¶}¦UºØªºÄµ³ø´NÂ÷¶}³o¸Ì©t¿W¡C"
Mark swallowed slowly. / °¨§J§]±oºCºC¡C
"Ken would have tried to go blow that thing to kingdom come."
Ryu grinned. "I knew it was only a matter of time until you tried
something like this." He held up a key card. "You need someone
with my expertise to bring you back to the site." / "ªÖ®¦·|¹Á¸Õ¥h¹ï³Q¨Óªº¤ý°ê¥´À»¨º¤@¥ó¨Æª«"
¡C Ryu ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C "§Úª¾¹D¤F¥¦¥u¬Oª½¨ì§A®É¶¡ªº¤@Өƥó¹Á¸Õ¦³ÂI¹³³oªº" ¡C ¥L¤ä¼µ¤@±iÃöÁ䪺¥d¤ù¡C "§A¥Î§Úªº±Mªø»Ýn¬Y¤H§â§A±a¦^¦ì¸m"
¡C
Mark stared at Ryu's shoes. "I-- Thanks." / °¨§J¨nµÛ Ryu's ªº¾c¤l¬Ý¡C
"§Ú-- ÁÂÁ¡C"
"No need to say anything." Ryu laid a hand on Mark's shoulder.
"Let's just get going before Jinpei figures you out too." /
" ¨S¦³»Ýn»¡¥ô¦ó¨Æ". Ryu ©ñ¸m¤F¦b°¨§JªºªÓ¤W¤@°¦¤â¡C " Åý§Ú̶ȶȱo¨ì¥h¦b Jinpei ¤]²z¸Ñ§A¤§«e".
The River Divided / ªe¤À¶}
Part Two / ³¡¥÷¤G
An Out of the Shadows/Scavengers crossover by Wendy Dinsmore and Jane
Lebak / ¤@±q¼v¹³/ ²M¹D¥íÂà½u¸ôÂǵ۷Ÿ¦ Dinsmore ©M¬Ã Lebak
Ken answered his door when Jason knocked. "Come on." Jason wore
an uneven grin. "Follow me." / ·í³Ç¥ÍºVÀ»ªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦À³¤F¥Lªºªù¡C "µo¥Í "
¡C ³Ç¥Í¬ïµÛ¤F¤£¥¶¶ªºÅS¾¦¯º¡C "¸òÀH§Ú" ¡C
When Ken hesitated, Jason gestured. "Come on! We're going to use
the pool. G-Force gets it every week at this time." / ·íªÖ®¦µS¿Ýªº®ÉÔ,³Ç¥Í§@¤â¶Õ¡C
"§ÖÂI ! §Ú̱Nn¨Ï¥Î¦À¡C G-¤O¶q¦b³o¦¸¨CÓ¬P´Á±o¨ì¥¦¡C"
Setting his book aside, Ken stepped into the hallway. "Do I need
anything? Swim shorts?" / ¦b¤@Ãä³]©w¥Lªº®Ñ,ªÖ®¦¶i¤J¨«´Y¤§¤º½ñ¡C " §Ú»Ýn¶Ü¥ô¦ó¨Æ? ´åªaµu¿Ç?"
Jason shrugged. "It'll all be down there for you." / ³Ç¥ÍÁqªÓ¡C "¥¦¥þ³¡¬°§A±N¦b¨º¸Ì¬O¤U¨Ó"
¡C
Ken kept his eyes open and his guard up as he followed Jason--although
Jason was trying to look relaxed, he had a keen anticipation shimmering
over him. Only yesterday Jason had gotten examined by so many doctors,
and last night he'd spent in a sleeping bag on Ken's floor. Something
was up--even after only a few days, Ken had learned enough about the team
to detect Jason enacting revenge. This team liked to rough-house and joke
more than his own ever had--they tended to banter and playfully insult
or threaten one another. He'd fought too many battles not to recognize
an ambush. / ªÖ®¦«O«ù¥Lªº²´·ú¤½¶}¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¸òÀH¤F³Ç¥Íªº®ÉÔ¡A¥Lªº¦u½Ã´£°ª--ÁöµM³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ¬Ý©ñÃP¡A¦ý¬O¥L¦³¤F¤@Ó¦b¥L¤§¤Wµo°{Ã{¤§¥ú
ªº¾W§Q¹w´Á¡C ¥u¦³¬Q¤Ñ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g±o¨ì³Q³o»ò¦hÂå¥Í½Õ¬d¡A¦Ó¥B¬Q±ß¥L¦³¦bªÖ®¦ªº¦aªO¤Wªº¤@ӺγU¤¤ªá¶O¡C ¬Y¨Æ¦V¤W-- ¥©Zªº¦b¥u¦³¤§«á¼Æ¤Ñ,ªÖ®¦¤w¸g¾Ç²ß¥R¨¬Ãö©ó¤p²Õªº¨Æµo²{§êºt³ø¤³
ªº³Ç¥Í¡C ³o¤@Ó¤p²Õ³ßÅw²ÊÁW- ©Ð¤l©M¯º¸Ü¶W¹L¥L¦Û¤vªº´¿¸g¦³--¥LÌ®e©öÀ¸§Ë¨Ã¥B·R¥´½ì¦a¶ÆºCµL§©Î«Â¯Ù©¼¦¹¡C ¥L¦³¥´¥M¤Ó¦h¾Ôª§¤£n»{ÃѤ@Ó®I¥ñ¡C
The Olympic sized pool proved to be ordinary enough, although it seemed
too empty with only Keyop and Tiny sitting on benches at the sideline.
Jason walked up to them and said, "All right--let's see." /
¶ø¹B·|ªº«ö³W©w¤Ø¤o»s§@¦ÀÃÒ©ú°÷¥±`ªº,ÁöµM¥¦¦b°Æ·~¤Ó¹ï¦bªø´È¤l¤Wªº°ß¤@ Keyop ©M·¥¤pªº®y¦ì¦w±Æ·P¨ìªÅªº¡C ³Ç¥Í¹ï¥L̨«¤W¦Ó¥B»¡,"¦nªº--Åý§Ú̬ݨ£".
Keyop's eyes were practically glowing, and Ken studied him intensely.
"What's going on?" / Keyop's ªº²´·ú¹ê»Ú¥Õ¼ö¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦±j¯P¦a¾Ç²ß¤F¥L¡C " ¤°»ò¥¿¦bÄ~Äò"?
"We want to see--" Keyop started, then stammered to a stop awash
in giggles. / "§ÚÌ·Qn¬Ý¨£ --" ³Q¶}©lªº Keyop, µM«á¤f¦Y¨ì»P¤ô±»ô¥ªº¤@Ó°±¤î¦b¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
Ken was smiling by now too. Of all of three, only Jason wore a deadpan
expression--Tiny was chuckling. Jason said, "We were curious...because
Mark did, you know." / ªÖ®¦¤]¥¿¦b¨ì¦p¤µ·L¯º¡C ¥þ³¡¤T,¤£¹L³Ç¥Í¬ïµÛ¤FµLªí±¡ªºÁyªí¹F-- ·¥¤pªº¥¿¦b¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C
³Ç¥Í»¡,"§Ú̬O¦n©_ªº¡C¡C¡C¦]¬°°¨§J°µ,§Aª¾¹D¡C"
Keyop buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking. / ³Q®I¸®¥Lªº¤â¥LÁy Keyop,ªÓt·n°Ê¡C
"Mark did?" / "°¨§J°µ"?
Jason and Tiny looked at each other, and together they rushed at Ken.
Keyop's shrieking laugh echoed even louder than the splash when the two
of them dumped Ken into the pool. / ³Ç¥Í©M·¥¤pªº¬Ý©¼¦¹,¦Ó¥B¤@°_¥L̦bªÖ®¦¶Ê«P¡C ·í¥L̤¤ªº¤GӶɨøªÖ®¦¶i¦À¤§¤ºªº®ÉÔ¡A
Keyop's ¦y¥s¯º¨ºÀHÁnªþ©M¤ñÂq§ó¬Æ¦Ü°ªÁn¡C
"Because Mark thought he could walk on water, that's what!"
Jason couldn't stop laughing. "And after all the hot water you got
me in, I figured--hey!" / " ¦]¬°°¨§J·Q¡A¥L¥i¥H¦b¤ô¤W¨«¸ô, ¨º¬O¤°»ò"! ³Ç¥Í¤£¥i¥H°±¤î¯º¡C
"¦Ó¥B¦b©Ò¦³ªº¼ö¤ô¤§«á§AÅý§ÚÀò±o¿ý¨ú,§Úºtºâ--¶Ù"!
Behind Jason's back, Tiny had winked at Ken and then given Jason a good
shove into the pool as well. / ¦b³Ç¥ÍªºI±«á±, ·¥¤pªº¤w¸g¤]¦bªÖ®¦¯w²´µM«á¶i¤J¦À¤§¤ºµ¹³Ç¥Í¦n±À¡C
Keyop was doubled over. Ken made his way to the side of the pool as Jason
surfaced, shaking his head to clear the water, shouting, "You're
dead, man!" / Keyop ³Qµ²§ô¥[¿¡C ªÖ®¦¨Ï¦p³Ç¥Íªº¨ì¦ÀÃä¥Lªº¸ô¤É¦Ü¤ô±, ·nÀY²M°£¤ô,©I³Û," §A¦º,¨k¤H"!
"Even worse, you're wet, man!" Tiny stripped off his jeans to
reveal his swim shorts. "Fire away!" he shouted, cannonballing
into the pool. / " ¬Æ¦Ü§ó§óÃa¡A§A¬OÀ㪺,¨k¤H"! ·¥¤pªº¨«¶}°£¥h¥Lªº¤û¥J¿ÇÅã¥Ü¥Lªº´åªaµu¿Ç¡C "¶}©l
"! ¥L©I³Û,¶i¤J¦À¤§¤º¯¥¼u¡C
Jason ducked in time to avoid the splash. Keyop got wet even on the sidelines,
and Ken clung to the side of the pool as the rocking water doused him
again. As he scrambled out of the pool, Jason sprang up beside him. The
sopping Condor started pulling off his wet clothing--he also had swim
shorts on beneath his jeans. "Tiny wasn't supposed to do that--he
was supposed to wait." Jason glared at Ken. "If you don't mind,
now, I've got a brother to murder." / ³Ç¥Í¤Î®É¨S¤J¤ô¤¤ÁקKÂq¡C ·í·n°Êªº¤ô¦A¤@¦¸´¡¤J¤ô¤¤¤F¥Lªº®ÉÔ¡A
Keyop ¬Æ¦Ü¦b°Æ·~¤WÀã¤F¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦ÂHªþ©ó¦ÀªºÃä¡C ·í¥LÃk½tÂ÷¦Àªº®ÉÔ,³Ç¥Í¦b¥L®ÇÃä¸õ°_¨Ó¡C ´ý¨Àã³zªº¨rÆN¶}©l¶¶§Q§¹¦¨¥LªºÀã¦çªA-- ¥L¤]¦³¤F´åªaµu¿Ç¦b¥Lªº¤û¥J¿Ç¤§¤U¤§¤W¡C
" ·¥¤pªº¨S³Q±À·Q°µ¨º--¥LÀ³¸Óµ¥Ô". ³Ç¥Í¦bªÖ®¦µo¯t¥ú¡C "¦pªG§A¤£¤¶·N,²{¦b¡A§Ú¤w¸gª§¨ú¤@¦ì¥S§Ì¿Ñ±þ"
¡C
Tiny caught the expression on Jason's face and started freestyling across
the pool even before Jason made a speed dive after him. / ·¥¤pªº¬Æ¦Ü¤Þ°_¤F¦b³Ç¥ÍªºÁy¤Wªí¹F¦Ó¥B¶}©l¦Û¥Ñ¦¡¹L¦À¦b³Ç¥Í¦b¥L¤§«á¨Ï³t«×¸õ¤ô¤§«e¡C
They had a way of bantering that Ken had never seen before--one after
the next, returning sentence for sentence like volleys in a tennis tournament.
He wondered how well he'd play at the banter game. Too many of his exchanges
with Joe had ended with, "Quit screwing around, Joe" or one
of them swearing. Jason could snap right back at Tiny or Keyop with an
unconcern Ken would have given anything to hear from Joe just once, just
once again. / ¥L̦³À¸§Ë¨º¤@ÓªÖ®¦ªº¤èªk±q¥¼¬Ý¨ì¥H«e-- ¤@¦b¤U¤@Ó¤§«á, ¬°¥y¤lÂkÁÙ¥y¤l¬Û¦üªº¤@Óºô²y¤ñÁɪº»ô®g¡C ¥LÃhºÃ¥L±N·|¦bÀ¸ë¦¤ñÁɪ±¦h¦n¡C
¤Ó³\¦h©M³ìªº¥L¥æ´«¤w¸gµ²§ô¥Ñ©ó,"Â÷¶}¦bªþªñ§áºò,³ì" ©Î¥L̪º¨ä¤¤¤§¤@µo»}¡C ³Ç¥Í¥i¥H¥¿½T¦a¦V«á¦a«rÂ_¦b·¥¤pªº©Î©M¤@Óº©¤£¸g¤ßªÖ®¦ªº
Keyop ·|¬°¤F¥I¥X¥ô¦ó¥N»ù¶È¶È´¿¸gÅ¥¨ì³ìªº®ø®§ ,¶È¶È¦A¤@¦¸¡C
"Where's my swimsuit?" / "§Úªº´åªa¦ç¦bþ¸Ì"?
"Here." Princess had walked in behind him while the guys had
been splashing one another, and now she handed Ken a towel and a pair
of Mark's swim shorts. Ken took a moment to study her high necked red
and white one piece suit with its racer back--Jun had always worn something
low-cut or high-leg or else a bikini. Did Princess have some kind of figure-flaw
to hide? Presently he forced his eyes away from her, but not before Princess
had also averted her gaze. She said, "I told them not to assault
you, but you know how the guys can get." / "¦b³o¸Ì". ·í³Ã¥ë¤w¸gÂqÀ㩼¦¹¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b¦o¶Ç»¼¤FªÖ®¦¤@Ó¤â¤y©M¤@Âù°¨§Jªº´åªaµu¿Çªº®ÉÔ¡A¤½¥D¤w¸g¦b¥L«á±¨«¤J¡C
ªÖ®¦ªá¤@¨Ç®É¶¡°ª«×¦a¾Ç²ß¦o¥Î¥¦ªº°ÑÁɪ̾֩ê¬õ¦âªº©M¥Õ¦âªº¶ô¶D³^I±-- ¤»¤ëÁ`¬O¤w¸g¬ï¬Y¨Æ³Q¤Á³Î©Î°ªªº§C- »L©Î§Oªº¤@®M¤ñ°ò¥§ªa¸Ë¡C ¤½¥D¦³¼Æ¦rªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬-
¯ÊÂIÂÃ? ¥Ø«e¥LÀ£¢¤F¥Lªº²´·ú»·Â÷¦o, ¦ý¬O¤£¦b¤½¥D¤§«e¤]¤w¸gÁקK¦oªºª`µø¡C ¦o»¡," §Ú§i¶D¤F¥L̤£nŧÀ»§A,¦ý¬O§Aª¾¹D³Ã¥ë¯à¦p¦ó±o¨ì".
Ken pulled off his shirt and dropped it with a slap on the tile floor.
Tiny had made his way back to Keyop, and now Jason slipped up to the side
of the pool as well. "I still say you shouldn't have brought him
that towel, Princess!" / ªÖ®¦¶¶§Q§¹¦¨¥LªºÅ¨m¦Ó¥B¥Î¦b¥Ë¤ù¦aªO¤WªººQ°§C¥¦¡C ·¥¤pªº¤w¸g¤]§â¥Lªº¤èªk°µ¦^
Keyop, ©M²{¦bª½¨ì¦ÀªºÃä³Q·Æ˪º³Ç¥Í¡C "§Ú¤´µM»¡§AÀ³¸Ó¤£n±aµ¹¥L¨º¤@±ø¤â¤yªº¡A¤½¥D"!
"Some of us have compassion in this world. Hey!" Princess turned
her back suddenly on Ken, who had pulled off his jeans and underwear right
where he stood. "Do you mind?" / "§Ų́䤤ªº¤@¨Ç¦b³o¤@Ó¥@¬É¤¤¦³¦P±¡¡C ¶Ù!"¤½¥D¬ðµM¦bªÖ®¦¨¤W§â¦oÂà¦V¦^¨Ó,ªÖ®¦¦³¶¶§Q§¹¦¨¥Lªº¤û¥J¿Ç©M¤º¦ç¿Ç¥L¯¸µÛªºÅv§Q¡C
"§A¤¶·N¶Ü"?
"Huh?" Ken tossed away his wet clothes and pulled on the swim
trunks without even looking at her. "Nothing you haven't seen before."
/ "ó!"? ªÖ®¦§ëÂYÂ÷¶}¥LªºÀã¦çªA¨Ã¥B¦b¨S¦³¥©Zªº¬Ý¦o´åªa¾ð·F¤W©Ô¡C " ²@¤£§A¥H«e¨S¦³¬Ý¨ì"
¡C
Jason laughed out loud as Princess reddened. "Your secret's out,
Princess! But don't worry--I know I'm the best you ever had!" / ·í¤½¥DÅܬõªº®ÉÔ¡A³Ç¥Í°ªÁn¦a¯º¥X¡C
"¦b¥~ªº§A¯µ±K,¤½¥D! ¦ý¬O¤£·Ð´o--§Úª¾¹D§Ú¬O§A´¿¸g¦³ªº³Ì¦n!"
"Nah," Tiny said, "just the cheapest." / "Nah",
·¥¤pªº»¡ ", ¥u¬O³Ì«K©yªº".
Jason ducked Tiny's head under the water, and Keyop piled on them as well.
Ken kicked his sopping clothing toward a bench by the wall and moved to
the pool, but Princess grabbed his arm. / ³Ç¥Í¨S¤J¤ô¤¤¤F¦b¤ô¤U±ªº·¥¤pÀY¡A¦Ó¥B Keyop ¤]¦b¥L̨¤W°ï°_¡C
ªÖ®¦ÂǵÛÀð¾À½ð¤F¥Lªº¹ï©ó¤@±iªø´È¤lªº´ý¨Àã³zªº¦çªA¦Ó¥B²¾¨ì¦À¡A¦ý¬O¤½¥D§ì¨ú¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C
"I don't think that's funny." Her fingers tightened. Her cheeks
were still hot. / " §Ú¤£»{¬°¨º¬O¦n¯ºªº" ¡C ¦oªº¤â«ü°Çºò¡C ¦oªºÀU¤´µM«Ü¼ö¡C
Ken studied her momentarily. "You--" / ªÖ®¦¼È®É¦a¾Ç²ß¤F¦o¡C "§A--"
"G-Force's female officer isn't automatically the property of the
high ranking male." Princess turned from him and walked away, shouting
over her shoulder, "I don't care what kind of a slut my counterpart
is--I'm not that way." / "G-¤O¶qªº¤k©Ê©xû¤£¦Û°Ê¦a°ªªº±Æ¦W¯S©Ê¨k¤H". ¤½¥D±q¥LÂà¦V¦Ó¥B¨«¶},¦b¦oªºªÓ¤§¤W©I³Û,"
§Ú¤£Ãö¤ß¤°»òÃþ«¬ªº¤@Ó¤£ºÝ²øªº¤k¤H§Úªº°t¹ïªÌ¬O--§Ú¤£¬O¨º¼Ë".
Fists clenched, Ken rushed after her. "Jun's no slut! I didn't--"
/ ®±ÀYºò´¤,ªÖ®¦¦b¦o¤§«á¶Ê«P¡C "¤»¤ë¨S¦³¤£ºÝ²øªº¤k¤H! §Ú¨S¦³--"
"You just watch yourself," she said. "Keep your hands off
me, and don't look at me again--did you think I was blind? I don't think
I even want to be in the same pool with you." / "§A¶È¶È¬Ý§A¦Û¤v",¦o»¡¡C
"Åý§ÚÁ׶}§Aªº¤â, ¦Ó¥B¤£¦A¬Ý§Ú--§A»{¬°§Ú¬Oª¼¥Øªº¶Ü? §Ú¤£»{¬°¡A§Ú¬Æ¦Ü·Qn©M§A¬O¦b¬Û¦Pªº¦À¤¤¡C"
"Just listen--you're taking that all wrong." Ken took a deep
breath. Behind him, Tiny was throwing Keyop into the deep end of the pool.
"You're overreacting. You and Mark--" / "¶È¶ÈÅ¥--§A¥¿¦b¥þ³¡¿ù»~±a¨º".
ªÖ®¦§@¤F²`ªº©I§l¡C ¦b¥L«á±, ·¥¤pªº¥¿¦b±N Keyop ¥á¶i¦Àªº²`µ²§ô¡C "§A¥¿¦b¤ÏÀ³¹L«×¡C §A©M°¨§J--"
"Mark is my brother. Mark is my best friend." Princess set her
jaw and stared levelly at Ken. "Mark never stared at my ass. To be
so brazen--to even get Jason and Tiny to think of me like that--I don't
care what you do back at home, but don't you dare treat me like a toy.
I'm your teammate, not something to humiliate." / "°¨§J¬O§Úªº¥S§Ì¡C
°¨§J¬O§Ú³Ì¦nªºªB¤Í¡C"¤½¥D¦bªÖ®¦¦P°ª¦a³]©w¤F¦oªºÃE¦Ó¥Bª`µø¡C "°¨§J±q¤£¨nµÛ§ÚªºÆj¬Ý¡C ¬O¦p¦¹ªº¶À»É»sªº -- ¬Æ¦Üª§¨ú³Ç¥Í©M·¥¤pªº·Q¨ì¥HP©ó§Ú³ßÅw¨º--§Ú¤£Ãö¤ß§A¦b®a¦V«á¦a°µªº¡A¦ý¬O§A¤£´±§Ú³ßÅwª±¨ãªº®bÅW¶Ü¡C
§Ú¬O§Aªº¶¤¤Í, ¤£¬Y¨Æ¥áÁy¡C"
By now, Ken wore an innocent confusion. Princess folded her arms. "And
don't give me altar-boy eyes--if this other girl really did like you and
all you did was make stupid remarks and pant like a dog, then I can't
see why she'd have stood for you in the first place." / ¨ì¦p¤µ¡AªÖ®¦¬ïµÛ¤FµL¸oªº²V¶Ã¡C
¤½¥DºPÅ|¤F¦oªº¤âÁu¡C " ¦Ó¥B¤£µ¹§Ú²½¾Â¨ÍªÌ²´·ú-- ¦pªG³oÓ¨ä¥Lªº¤k«Ä¯uªº°µ§A°µªº§A©M¥þ³¡¬Oªº¦PÃþ§@¹³¤@°¦ª¯¤@¼Ëªº·MÄøµû½×©M³Ý®§,µM«á§Ú¤£¯à¬Ý¨£¦o¬°¤°»ò¦³¤w¸gº¥ý¥Nªí§A".
Ken watched her leaving the pool area. Keyop called out, "Princess?
Where are you going?" as she reached the locker room door. / ªÖ®¦¬Ý¤F¦oÂ÷¶}¦À°Ï°ì¡C
Keyop ¤j¥s,"¤½¥D? §A¥¿n¥hþ¸Ì?"·í¦o¨ì¹F¤F§ó¦ç«Çªù¡C
Tiny and Jason stopped tussling and drifted back to the ledge alongside
the pool. Tiny stared after her. "What got her so upset?" /
·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í¦V«á¦a¾aµÛ¦À°±¤î¤F tussling ¦Ó¥Bº}¬y¨ì©¥¬[¡C ·¥¤pªº¦b¦o¤§«áª`µø¡C " ¤°»ò¨Ï¦o¦p¦¹·Ð¶Ã"?
Jason said, "Keyop, go talk to her." / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"Keyop,¹ï¦o¥h½Í¸Ü"
¡C
The little one scrambled out of the pool and sped across the tiles to
the women's locker room, not even hesitating as he barreled through the
door. / ¤@ÂIÂI¤@Ãk½tÂ÷¦À¦Ó¥B¥[³t¾î¹L¨ì¤k¤Hªº§ó¦ç«Çªº¥Ë¤ù, ¤£¥©ZªºµS¿Ý·í¥L§Ö³t«e¶i¹Lªù¡C
Ken only said, "I was treating her like one of the guys." /
ªÖ®¦¥u»¡,"§Ú¥¿¦b¹ï«Ý¦oªº¦PÃþ³Ã¥ë¤§¤@" ¡C
Tiny said, "She's not a guy." / ·¥¤pªº»¡,"¦o¤£¬O¤@ӳåë" ¡C
---
Neither spoke much during the trip. Ryu guided the minisub to a small
island where they caught a ferry to the mainland. From there, a series
of airliners and small rented planes took them to a tiny strip in the
foothills. From there, Ryu acquired a rented Jeep and they drove into
the desert. / ¬J¤£¦b®È¦æ´Á¶¡¦h»¡¡C Ryu «ü¾É¤F¨ì¥LÌ®·®»¤F¹ï¤j³°ªº¤@¿´´ç½üªº¤@Ó¤pªº®q minisub ¡C ±q¨º¸Ì¡A¤@¨t¦Cªº«È¾÷©M¤pªº¯²¥Î¸¾÷±a¤F¥L̨ì¤sÄS¤p¥Cªº·¥¤pªø±ø¡C
±q¨º¸Ì¡A Ryu Àò±o¤@¯²¥Î¦N´¶¨®¦Ó¥B¥L̶i¤J¨Fºz¤§¤º¶}¨®¡C
Mark was impressed with the big man's efficiency. "You must have
connections," he commented. / °¨§J¹ï¤jªº¨k¤H®Ä²v¯d¤U²`¨èªº¦L¶H¡C "§A¤@©wn¦³³s±µ",¥L§åµû¡C
Ryu shrugged. The guy at the last airport? He was a friend of my dad's.
I've met folks here and there." / Ryu ÁqªÓ¡C ¦b³Ì«á¤@Ó¾÷³õªº³Ã¥ë? ¥L¬O§Úªºª¨ª¨ªB¤Í¡C §Ú¤w¸g¦U³B¹J¨£¤HÌ¡C"
"You remember your family?" / "§A°O±o§Aªº®a®x"?
"My dad and little brother still live up in Sendai," Ryu said.
"I go up and visit every once in a while. Is my counterpart an orphan?"
/ " §Úªºª¨ª¨©M¤p¥S§Ì¤´µM©~¦í¦b¥P¥x¤W±",Ryu »¡¡C "§Ú¤T¤£¤®É¤W¤É¦Ó¥B«ô³X¡C §Úªº°t¹ïªÌ¬O¤@Ó©t¨à¶Ü?"
Mark nodded. / °¨§JÂIÀY¡C
"Man. It used to aggravate me that Ken always ordered me to stay
on the ship because I was the only one with family. I used to think it
was because I couldn't do my job right, and then Ken set me straight.
I'd actually quit the team, and he came after me. Turned out that Joe
was beating the GodPhoenix to death and the others couldn't take it anymore."
He chuckled. "Now I have an autopilot aboard the New GodPhoenix so
I can join in, and it's good to be doing my part." / "¨k¤H¡C ¥¦¹L¥h¤@ª½Á`¬O¨Ï§Ú´c¤Æ¨º¤@ÓªÖ®¦©R¥O¤F§Ú°±¯d¦b²î¤W¦]¬°§Ú¬O©M®a®x°ß¤@ªº¤@Ó¡C
§Ú¹L¥h¤@ª½»{¬°¥¦¬O¡A¦]¬°§Ú¤£¥i¥H°µ§Úªº¤u§@Åv§Q,µM«áªÖ®¦³]©w§Úª½½u¡C §Ú±N·|¹ê»Ú¤WÂ÷¶}¤p²Õ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦b§Ú¤§«á¨Ó¡C §â³ì¥¿¦b¥´¹ï¦º¤`©M¨ä¾lªÌªº
GodPhoenix ¥i¥H¤£¦A±a¥¦Ãö±¼¡C"¥L¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C "²{¦b§Ú·f¼·sªº GodPhoenix ¦³¤@ӦۤޥܡA¦p¦¹§Ú¯à¥[¤J¡A¦Ó¥B°µ§Úªº³¡¥÷¬O¦nªº"
¡C
"I hate to do this," Mark said, "But I'll be posting you
as lookout again. I've been thinking about it on the way over. You've
got to be ready to get me out of there right away once the fireworks start."
/ "§Ú¼¨«ë°µ³o",°¨§J»¡ ",¦ý¬O§Ú±N¦A¤@¦¸±i¶K§A¦pª`·N¡C §Ú¤w¸g¦b³~¤¤µ²§ô·Q¥¦¡C §A¥²¶··Ç³Æ¦n¥ß¨è¦b¨º¸Ì´¿¸g§â§Ú»°¥X·Ï¤õ¶}©l¡C"
Ryu just shrugged. "I figured as much." / Ryu èèÁqªÓ¡C "§Úºtºâ¦p«Ü¦h"
¡C
They arrived at sunset. Both transmuted and Ryu dropped Mark off as close
to the entrance as he dared. / ¥L̹F¦¨¤é¸¨¡C ·í¦b¤J¤fªºªþªñ·í¥L´±¡A¨âªÌ³£ÅܧΡA¦Ó¥B Ryu ¨«¶}°§C¤F°¨§J¡C
Mark crept silently down the passageway, back to the wall. He had two
options: he could find a control center and try to shut the generator
down, or he could try an assault on the generator itself. Since he and
the team had already scoured the upper floors, he assumed that the control
center had to be further down. He found both an elevator and emergency
stairs, but the sounds issuing from behind closed doors indicated more
guards than he wanted to deal with. / ÀqÀq¦a³Qª¦¤U¨Ó³q¹Dªº°¨§J,¦^¨ìÀð¾À¡C ¥L¦³¤F¤G¿ï¶µ: ¥L¥i¥Hµo²{¤@Ó±±¨î¤¤¤ß©M¹Á¸Õ§âµo¹q¾÷Ãö¤W¤U¨Ó,©Î¥L¥i¥H¸Õ¦bµo¹q¾÷¥»¨¤Wªº§ðÀ»¡C
¬JµM¥L©M¤p²Õ¤w¸g«ø¿i¤W±ªº¦aªO¤F¡A¥L°²©w¤F±±¨î¤¤¤ß¥²¶·¬O¤ñ¸û¶i¤@¨Bªº¤U¨Ó¡C ¥Lµo²{¨âªÌ¤@¥ó¹q±è©Mºò«æ¼Ó±è¡A¦ý¬OÁnµµo¦æ±q¦bÃö³¬ªù«á±«ü¥X¤F¸û¥L¬°¦hªº¦u½Ã·Qn³B²z¡C
That left the generator itself. Mark backtracked to familiar territory,
sneaking past the two guards he found posted outside. A third and fourth
guard stood at the opposite end of the chamber, on the other side of the
humming tower. Mark fingered his boomerang; he'd have to move quickly
to keep them from setting off the alarm. / ¨ºÂ÷¶}¤Fµo¹q¾÷¥»¨¡C °¨§J¹ï¼ô±xªº»â¤gªð¦^,°½°½°k¨«ªº¹L¥h¥Lµo²{ªº¤GÓ¦u½Ã¥~±±H¡C
¦b¶ä¶ä¥s¶ðªº¥t¤@Ãä¤W¤@ӲĤT©M²Ä¥|Ó¦u½Ã¦b·|ij«Çªº¬Û¤Ïµ²§ô¯¸¥ß¡C °¨§J¤â«ü¤F¥Lªº¦^¸´Î; ¥L±N·|¥²¶·«Ü§Ö¦a±Ä¨ú¦æ°Ê¨Ó¨Ï¥L̤£¥Xµoĵ³ø¡C
With a loud click, the lights went out. Mark waited for the alarm, but
none sounded. Before the red emergency came on, he heard two muffled grunts,
then the sound of bodies hitting the stone floor. / ÂǥѤjÁnªºÂIÀ»¡A¥úº¶·À¡C °¨§Jµ¥Ôĵ³ø¡A¦ý¬O¨S¦³¤HÅ¥¡C
¬õ¦âªººò«æµo¥Í¤§«e¡A¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F¤GÓ³Q³ò»qªº©BÂP©BÂPÁn,µM«á¸I¼²¥ÛÀY ªº¨ÅéÁnµ¾Q¦aªO¡C
---
"All right," the Chief said, "one more time--let's review
anything unusual that happened in the days before the switch occurred."
/ "¦nªº",»â³S»¡ ", ¥t¥~¤@Ӯɶ¡--Åý§ÚÌÀË°Q¨º©Ò¦b¶}Ãöµo¥Í³o´X¤Ñ¤§«eµo¥Íªº¤£´M±`ªºªF¦è".
After swimming, all five of the team members had assembled in Chief Anderson's
office for a briefing. All four guys still had wet hair from their showers.
If the Chief noticed that Princess didn't look as if she'd gotten wet,
he didn't remark. On entering the room, she had taken a position as far
from Ken as possible and any time Tiny shifted stance, she compensated
to keep his body in Ken's line of sight to her. / ¦b´åªa¤§«á¡A©Ò¦³ªº¤p²Õ¦¨û¤¤ªº¤Ó¤w¸g¬°¤@¦¸Â²³ø¦b¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹ªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¸Ë°t¡C
©Ò¦³ªº¥|ӳå뤴µM¦³¤F¨Ó¦Û¥L̪º°}«BÀãÀY¾v¡C ¦pªG»â³Sª`·N¡A¨º¤@¦ì¤½¥D¨S¦³¬Ý°_¨Ó¡A¦n¹³¦o¤w¸gÀã¤F,¥L¨S¦³µû½×¡C ¤@¶i¤J©Ð¶¡¡A¦o¤w¸g¾¨¥i¯àÂ÷ªÖ®¦«Ü»·¦û¾Ú¤@Ó¦ì¸m©M¥ô¦ó®ÉÔ·¥¤pªº§ïÅܺA«×,¦oÀvÁÙ¹ï¦o«O¦s¦bªÖ®¦ªºµø½u¥L¨Åé¡C
Once again, everyone on the team had the same story for Chief Anderson,
the same possibly unusual occurrences that on analysis had nothing whatsoever
to do with the swap. Sitting in one of the desk chairs, Ken watched as
the four G-Force members made the same suggestions they'd made three times
already, and all with the same result: Anderson would shake his head and
say firmly, "No, that couldn't have caused a reaction of this magnitude."
/ ¦A¤@¦¸¡A¨CÓ¤H¦b¤p²Õ¨¤W¬°¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¦³¤F¬Û¦Pªº¬G¨Æ, ³Ì«á¤°»ò¤]¤£¦³ªº¬Û¦P¥i¯à¤£´M±`ªºµo¥Í¸ÓµL½×¤°»ò¥H¥H³f©ö³f°µ¡C ¦b®Ñ®à´È¤l¤§¤@¤¤§¤,·í¥|Ó
G- ¤O¶qªº¦¨û§@¤F¥L̦³¤w¸g»s³y¤F¤T¦¸ªº¬Û¦P«Øijªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦¬Ý, ©M¥þ³¡¥H¬Û¦Pªºµ²ªG: ¦w¼w»¹±N·|·nÀY©M°í©Tµo¨¥Åv,"¤£¡A¨º´N¤£·|¤Þ°_³o¤j¤pªº¤ÏÀ³¤F"
¡C
After ten minutes of rerunning the past, Chief Anderson picked up his
clipboard, stared at it, then said, "Come on, team--Mark is depending
on us to find the answer somehow, and I dare say Ken feels the same. I
want you to think--was there anything else you're not telling me about?
Anything different at all? Did you go anyplace different, eat anything
different? Think all the way back to the Sunday before last." / ¦b¤Q¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¦A¬M¹L¥hªº,
¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¬B°_¥Lªº¥I¦³¯È§¨ªºµ§°OªO,¨nµÛ¥¦¬Ý,µM«á»¡,"µo¥Í ,Áp¦¨¤@²Õ-- °¨§J¥¿¦b¥õ¿à§Ṳ́£ª¾¦ó¬Gµo²{µª®×, ©M§Ú´±µo¨¥ÅvªÖ®¦Ä±±o¬Û¦P¡C
§Ú·Qn§A·Q--¦³§OªºªF¦è§A¨S¦³¦b§i¶D§ÚÃö©ó¶Ü? ¤£¦PªºªF¦è¨s³º ? §AÅÜ¥ô¦ó¦a¤è¤£¦P,¦Y¤£¦PªºªF¦è? §â©Ò¦³ªº¤èªk·Q¦^¨º³Ì«á¥H«e¬P´Á¤é¡C"
Even Ken could tell how all four suddenly got very, very quiet and still.
The Chief looked at them, raised his eyebrows, and tossed the clipboard
back on his desk. "Okay, now. Come clean. What did you do?"
/ ¬Æ¦ÜªÖ®¦¥i¥H¬Ý±o¥X¦p¦ó©Ò¦³ªº¥|¬ðµM±o¨ì«D±`,«D±`¦wÀRªº©MÀR¤îªº¡C »â³S¬Ý¥LÌ¡M¤É°_¤F¥Lªº¬Ü¤ò¡M¦Ó¥B¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à¤W§â¥I¦³¯È§¨ªºµ§°OªO§ëÂY¦^¨Ó¡C
"¦n,²{¦b¡C ¨Ó°®²bªº¡C §A°µ¤°»ò?"
"It wasn't much," Tiny said. "Just different food."
/ "¥¦¤£¬O«Ü¦hªº", ·¥¤pªº»¡¡C "¥¿ª½ªº¤£¦P¹ª«".
Keyop said, "Ballpark franks. Gatorade." / Keyop »¡," ²y³õ©Z¥Õªº¡C
Gatorade¡C"
Tiny said, "For game four, we had a Michael Jordan night." /
·¥¤pªº»¡," ¹ï©ó¤ñÁÉ¥|,§Ú̦³¤F¤@Ó³Á¥i¡E³ìµn©]±ß".
Keyop said, "Wheaties." / Keyop »¡,"Wheaties".
Jason said, "RayOVac batteries, Hanes underwear--" / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"RayOVac
¹q¦À,Hanes ¤º¦ç¿Ç--"
"--Nike sneakers, I get it." Chief Anderson sat back behind
his desk with half-closed eyes. / "--@¦N¹B°Ê¾c,§Ú±o¨ì¥¦". ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¥H¤@¥b-
Ãö³¬²´·ú¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à«á±³S¤â®ÇÆ[¡C
"Michael Jordan cologne..." Jason was still ticking them off
on his fingers. "Oh, and I switched us over to MCI." / "³Á¥i¡E³ìµn¥jÀs¤ô¡C¡C¡C"
³Ç¥ÍÀR¤îªº¦b¥L¤â«ü¤W¨«¶}¬O³Q®M®Æ¥LÌ¡C "®@, ¦Ó¥B§ÚÂàÅܤF§Ú̦b¨ì MCI¤§¤W".
Anderson raised neither his eyes nor his voice. "You had better not
have, young man." / ¦w¼w»¹¬J¤£¤É°_¥Lªº²´·ú¤S¤£¤É°_¥LªºÁnµ¡C "§A³Ì¦n¤£n¦³,¦~»´ªº¨k¤H".
Tiny said, "I said the whole thing was a stupid idea at the time."
/ ·¥¤pªº»¡,"§Ú»¡¡A¾ãÓªº¨Æª«¦b¨º®É¬O¤@Ó·MÄøªº·Qªk" ¡C
Keyop snapped, "Chicago won, didn't they?" / Keyop «rÂ_,"ªÛ¥[ô¾Æ±o,¥L̤£¨S¦³¶Ü"?
"You can't argue with success," Jason said. "Besides, it
had been about six months since I'd eaten a hot dog and I wasn't quite
up to the food pyramid guidelines on rat entrails." / "§A¥H¦¨¥\¤£¯àª§½×",³Ç¥Í»¡¡C
"¦¹¥~, ¥¦¬OÃö©ó§Ú¤w¸g¦Y¤@Ó¼öª¯¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¹ï¦b¦Ñ¹«¤ºÅ¦¤Wªº¹ª«ª÷¦r¶ð«ü¾É¤è°w¤£¬O¬Û·í¦V¤W«á¤»¤ë".
The Chief glanced at Jason. "You went along with this?" / »â³Sª`µø³Ç¥Í¡C
"§A°t¦X³o"?
Jason looked wounded. "Princess too!" / ³Ç¥Í¬Ý°_¨Ó¨ü¶Ë¡C " ¤½¥D¤]"!
"She had the sneakers," Keyop said. / "¦o¦³¤F¹B°Ê¾c",Keyop
»¡¡C
"And Jason--" the Chief didn't look at any of the others, "after
all you've seen in this universe, all the places you've been and the experiences
you've had, have you ever seen any evidence that superstar endorsement
advertising has any kind of effect on the real world?" / " ¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í--"»â³S¨S¦³¬Ý¨ä¾lªÌ¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó
",²¦³º§A¤w¸g¦b³o¦t©z¤¤¬Ý¨ì, ©Ò¦³ªº¦a¤è§A¬O©M¸gÅç§A¤w¸g¦³, ´¿¸g§A¤£¤w¸g¶Ü¬Ý¨ì¥ô¦óªºÃÒ¾Ú¨º¤@Ó¶W¯Å¥¨¬P¤ä«ù°_¨Ó¼s§iªº¦³¦b¯u¥¿ªº¥@¬É¤Wªº¥ô¦óÃþ«¬ªº®ÄªG"?
"After all I've seen, Chief, I honestly can't rule it out."
Jason had the hints of an embattled smile on his cheeks. Ken had to turn
his face away before he started laughing himself. / " ²¦³º§Ú¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì,»â³S,§Ú¯u¸Û¦a¤£¯à³W©w¥X¥¦".
³Ç¥Í¦³¤F¦b¥LªºÀU¤W§G°}¥H«Ýªº·L¯º·t¥Ü¡C ¦b¥L¶}©l¯º¥L¦Û¤v¤§«e , ªÖ®¦¥²¶·©Úµ´¥LªºÁy¡C
Keyop said, "Therefore it's obvious that Michael Jordan had something
to do with this situation, so we should definitely bring him over here
for an interview." / Keyop »¡,"¦]¦¹¥¦¬O©úÅ㪺¡A³Á¥i¡E³ìµn¦³¤F¬Y¨Æ¥H³o¤@ºØ±¡§Î°µ¡A¦]¦¹¡A§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó¤@©w¬°¤@¦¸±½Í¹M¤Î³o¸Ì±a¥L"
¡C
Turning to the youngest one, Tiny said, "You did that very well."
/ Âà¦V¤@ӳ̦~»´ªº, ·¥¤pªº»¡,"§A«D±`°µ¦n¨º" ¡C
The Chief was muttering beneath his breath. "Unbelievable."
He tossed his clipboard to the far end of his desk and closed his eyes.
"Well, then, I think it's safe to say you four have no potential
for helping solve this mystery, so I might as well end your loafing around
and give you your next assignment." / »â³S¥¿¦b¥Lªº©I§l¤§¤U³ä³ä¦Û»y¡C "Ãø¥H¸m«Hªº".
¥L§ëÂY¤F¹ï¥Lªº®Ñ®à»·µ²§ôªº¥L¥I¦³¯È§¨ªºµ§°OªO¦Ó¥BÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C " ¶â¡AµM«á¡A§Ú»{¬°»¡¬O¦w¥þªº§A¥|¨S¦³À°§Uªº¼ç¯à¸Ñ¨M³o¤@Ó¯µ±K,
¦]¦¹§Ú³Ì¦nµ²§ô§A¦bªþªñ´å¤â¦n¶¢¦Ó¥Bµ¹§A§Aªº¤UÓ¥ô°È".
Ken got to his feet as the other four stepped closer to the desk. Chief
Anderson rose and turned on an overhead projector, then turned off the
lights. A few satellite photos in various degrees of clarity revealed
a Spectran outpost in a desert-like area. "We've located the mech
you scared off three days ago. The good news is, I don't think they're
done with the building. The bad news is, it's most definitely mobile,
and what's missing isn't their weaponry." / ªÖ®¦Åܱo¤ñ¸û¾aªñ¨ì®Ñ®à¡C ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¤W¤É¦Ó¥B¥´¶}¤@¥x§ë¼v¾÷,
µM«á§â¿OÃö±¼¡C ²M·¡ªº¦UºØ¤£¦Pªºµ{«×¤@¨Ç¤H³y½Ã¬P¬Û¤ù¦b¤@Ó¹³¨Fºz¤@¼Ëªº°Ï°ì¤¤Åã¥Ü¤@Ó Spectran «eï¡C " §Ṳ́w¸g³]¸m§AÅåÀ~ªº
mech Â÷¶}¦b¤T¤Ñ¥H«e¡C ¦n®ø®§¬O,§Ú¤£»{¬°¥LÌ»P«Ø¿vª«¤@°_°µ¡C Ãa®ø®§¬O,¥¦¬O³Ì¤@©w²¾°Ê¡A¦Ó¥B¤°»ò¬O¤£¨£ªº¤£¬O¥L̪ºªZ¾¹¡C"
Jason said, "That's not too bad." / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"¨º¤£¬O¤ÓÃaªº" ¡C
"Well, then I'll up the ante for you--it's parked outside Las Vegas."
Chief Anderson turned back to Jason. "Are you going to leap to any
more conclusions, or should I go on?" / "¶â¡AµM«á§Ú±N¬°§A´£°ª½äª`-- ¥¦³Q°±©ñ¦b©Ô´µºû¥[´µ¥H¥~".
¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¹ï³Ç¥Í§é¦^¡C "§A±Nn¹ï¥ô¦óªºµ²½×¸õÅD¶Ü,©Î§ÚÀ³¸ÓÄ~Äò¶Ü"?
"Who am I to halt the voice of progress, sir?" / " §Ú¬O½Ö°±¤î¶i¨BªºÁnµ¡A¥ý¥Í"?
"Please pay attention or Ken is going to be leading this mission."
The darkness of the room hid Jason's expression as his eyes bugged, but
all of them knew when he didn't reply. Ken also said nothing, but his
jaw had tightened. "Thank you. As I was saying, the octopus-type
mech is mobile and rapidly completing construction out in the desert beyond
Las Vegas. I want you five to head out there to demolish it." / "½Ð±M¤ß¡A§_«hªÖ®¦¥¿¦b¥h»â¥ý³o¤@Ó¥ô°È"
¡C ·í¥L¨S¦³µªÂЪº®ÉÔ¡A©Ð¶¡ªº¶Â·tÂäF³Ç¥Íªºªí¹F¦p¥Lªº³Q·ÐÂZªº²´·ú¡A¦ý¬O¥LÌ¥þ³¡³£ª¾¹D¡C ªÖ®¦¤]¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¡A¦ý¬O¥LªºÃE¤w¸g°Çºò¡C "ÁÂÁ§A¡C
·í§Ú¥¿¦b»¡ªº®ÉÔ, ³¹³½- Ãþ«¬ªº mech ¬O¦æ°Ê¹q¸Ü¦Ó¥B§Ö³t¦a¦b¨Fºz¤¤ªº¥~§¹¦¨«Ø¿v¶W¹L©Ô´µºû¥[´µ¡C §Ú·Qn§A¤¦b¨º¸Ì¥Xµo·´¥¦¡C"
Jason said, "Any strategic recommendations?" / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"¥ô¦óªºµ¦²¤©Êªº±ÀÂË"?
The Chief turned to him. "Ken says this mech was designed to destroy
the Phoenix when in operation as a unit, particularly in its firebird
mode. His team defeated it by separating into their vehicles and attacking
in that fashion. This is primarily why I want you in charge, Jason. Ken
by his own admission hasn't dealt with this incarnation of the Phoenix
and these vehicles for over two years. In addition, the vehicles' capabilities
seem to be markedly different between the two universes: yours have always
had weapons while theirs did not, for instance. Their Phoenix isn't spaceworthy."
/ »â³S¨D§U©ó¥L¡C " ªÖ®¦»¡¡A³o mech ³Q³]p¯}Ãa»ñ°Ä«°·í¦b¹BÂà¦p¤@Ó³æ¦ì, ¯S§O¦a¦b¥¦ªºª÷§W³¾¼ÒºA¤¤¡C ¥Lªº¤p²ÕÂǥѶi¤J¥L̪º¨®½ø¤§¤º¤À¶}¦Ó¥B¦b¨º¤@ºØ¬y¦æ¤¤§ðÀ»À»±Ñ¤F¥¦¡C
³o¥Dn¦a§Ú¬°¤°»ò·Qn§A´xºÞ,³Ç¥Í¡C ªÖ®¦¦p¥L¦Û¤v©Ò©Ó»{¨S¦³³B²z»ñ°Ä«°ªº³o¤@Ӥƨ©M³o¨Ç¨®½ø¶W¹L¤G¦~¡C °£¦¹¤§¥~¡A¨®½øªº¯à¤O¦ü¥G¦b¤G¦t©z¤§¶¡¬OÅãµÛ¦a¤£¦Pªº:
§AªºÁ`¬O¤w¸g¦³ªZ¾¹·í¥L̪º®ÉÔ¨S¦³, Á|¨Ò¨Ó»¡¡C ¥L̪º»ñ°Ä«°¤£¬O spaceworthy ¡C"
Jason folded his arms. "So in the middle of combat isn't the time
to find out Princess' motorcycle can't fly, in other words." / ³Ç¥ÍºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C
" ¦p¦¹¦b¾Ô°«ªº¤¤¥¡¤¤¤£¬Onµo²{ Princess' ¼¯¦«¨®ªº®ÉÔ¤£¯à¸,´«¥y¸Ü»¡".
"Or that she can't corner as fast as Jun, or that you drive differently
from Joe. The orders Ken gives will be a matter of reflex at this point,
but reflexes based on different individuals." Anderson shook his
head. "That's too dangerous right now. You know your own team better--you
can tell by the intonation in their voices how they're feeling and how
serious each one's situation is. Ken won't be able to do that for a while,
if ever." / " ©Î¦o¹³¤»¤ë¤@¼Ëªº§Ö³t¦a¤£¯à¢¦Ü¤@¶¨, ©Î§A¤£¦P¦a±q³ì¶}¨®¡C ¦¸§ÇªÖ®¦µ¹±N¦¹®É¬O¤Ï®gªº¤@Өƥó,
¦ý¬O¥H¤£¦PªºÓÅ鬰°ò¦ªº¤Ï®g¡C"¦w¼w»¹·nÀY¡C "¨º¥ß¨è¤Ó¦MÀI¡C §A»{ÃѧA¦Û¤vªº¤p²Õ§ó¦h--§A¯àÂǵۥL̪ºÁnµ®Ô»w§i¶D¥L̦p¦ó¥¿¦b·Pı©MÄY«ªº¨C¤@Ó±¡§Î¬O¦p¦ó¡C
ªÖ®¦±N¤£¯à°÷°µ¨º¤@°}¤l, ¦pªG´¿¸g¡C"
Jason looked at Ken, who was scowling even as he nodded. Ken said, "You
have a point." / ³Ç¥Í¬ÝªÖ®¦,·í¥LÂIÀYªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦¥¿¦b¬Æ¦Ü½K¬ÜÀY¡C ªÖ®¦»¡,"§A¦³ÂI" ¡C
"I know you aren't used to taking orders." Chief Anderson walked
back to the projector. "Jason, although you're in charge, I want
you to rely on Ken as your chief strategist. Take any of his suggestions
with nearly the force of an order, but the final call will be yours."
/ "§Úª¾¹D§A¤£³Q¨Ï¥Î¨ì±a©R¥O" ¡C ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¦V«á¦a¹ï§ë¼v¾÷¨«¸ô¡C "³Ç¥Í,ÁöµM§A¬O´xºÞ¡A¦ý¬O§Ú·Qn§A¥õ¿àªÖ®¦¦p§Aªº¥Dn¾Ô²¤®a¡C
¥Î´X¥G¦¸§Çªº¤O¶q®³¥Lªº«Øij¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¡A¦ý¬O³Ì«áªº©I¥s±N¬O§Aªº¡C"
No one could see how Jason's fists had tightened or how he smiled in the
dark. "Thank you." / ¨S¦³¤H¥i¥H¬Ý¨£³Ç¥Íªº®±ÀY¦p¦ó¤w¸g°Çºò©Î¥L¦p¦ó¦b¶Â·t¤¤·L¯º¡C "ÁÂÁ§A"
¡C
"The coordinates have been fed to the onboard computers," the
Chief said. "Good luck, team, and godspeed." / "§¤¼Ð¤w¸g³QÁý¨ì¨º¦bªO¤l¤W¹q¸£",»â³S»¡¡C
"¦n¹B®ð¡A¤p²Õ©M godspeed".
Out in the hallway, Ken grabbed Jason by the arm. / ¦b¨«´Y¤¤ªº¥~¡AªÖ®¦§ì¨ú¤F¤âÁuªº³Ç¥Í¡C
"Hey, I had nothing to do with that!" Jason beamed, though,
and Ken let go of his arm. / "¶Ù,§Ú»P¨ºµLÃö"! ¦³¼Ùªº³Ç¥Í,ÁöµM¡A¦Ó¥B³QÅýªºªÖ®¦¥Lªº¤âÁu¥h¡C
"That wasn't what I was going to ask you." Ken wished Jason
would stop looking so pleased. "Before we start the mission, I have
something to take care of. Can I have a few minutes?" / "¨º¤£¬O§Ú©Ò±Nn°Ý§Aªº"
¡C ªÖ®¦Ä@¡A³Ç¥Í±N·|°±¤î¬Ý°_¨Ó¦p¦¹°ª¿³¡C "§Ú̶}©l¥ô°È¤§«e¡A§Ú¦³¬Y¨Æ·ÓÅU¡C §Ú¯à¦³¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ¶Ü?"
Jason checked his watch. "Sure--it's going to take me about five
minutes to get Sweetheart docked in the Phoenix. Longer if the Chief parked
me in again." / ³Ç¥ÍÀˬd¤F¥Lªº¤â¿ö¡C "½T«H--¥¦±Nn®³§Ú¤j¬ù¤¤ÀÄÁ¦³¦b»ñ°Ä«°³Q°±ªyªº²¢¤ß¡C §ó¤[¦pªG»â³S¦b¦A¤@¦¸°±¨®¤F§Ú¡C"
As Jason tore off toward the steps, Ken turned and looked down the hallway
at Princess. Seeing him staring at her, she startled and took a step backward.
/ ·í³Ç¥Í¹ï©ó¨BÆJ¨³³t¼g¦nªº®ÉÔ,ªÖ®¦¦b¤½¥DÂà¦V¦Ó¥B¬Ý¤U¨Ó¨«´Y¡C ¬Ý¨£¥L¨nµÛ¦o¬Ý,¦o¦V«á¦a¾_Åå¨Ã¥B±Ä¨ú¤@Ó¨BÆJ¡C
"No, I'm not going to stand for this during a mission." Ken
squared his shoulders and strode the hallway toward her. "You ran
off before I could settle this out." / "¤£¡A§Ú¤£±N¦b¤@Ó¥ô°Èªº®ÉÔ¥Nªí³o"
¡C ªÖ®¦¹ï©ó¦o¤@P¤F¥LªºªÓ¦Ó¥BÁÚ¤j¨B¨«¤F¨«´Y¡C " §A¶]Â÷¶}¦b§Ú¥i¥H¦b¥~¦w¹y³o¤§«e".
Princess' eyes widened. "I thought it was settled--" / Princess'
²´·úÂX¤j¡C "§Ú·Q¤F¥¦³Q¦w¹y--"
"Not by far. What the hell was going on back there in the office?"
/ " ¤£¬OÅãµM¡C ¤°»ò¥¿¦b¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤Ä~Äò¶i¦æI±?"
Folding her arms, Princess shifted her stance. "You still have no
idea what you did, do you?" / §éÅ|ªº¦o¤âÁu,¤½¥D§ïÅܤF¦oªººA«×¡C "§A¤´µM¤£ª¾¹D§A°µªº,§A¤£¶Ü"?
Ken had learned many things about women during his year and a half as
Jun's consort, and one basic, brilliant fact outshone all the rest: now
was not the time to guess what he'd done. "If you'll stop being unreasonable
and just let me know--" / ªÖ®¦¦b¥Lªº¦~´Á¶¡¤w¸g¾Ç²ß³\¦hÃö©óªº¨Æª«¤k¤H©M¤@¦p¤»¤ëªº°t°¸ , ©M°ò¥»ªº¤@¥b,
ÀéÄꪺ¨Æ¹ê outshone ©Ò¦³ªº¨ä¾lªÌ: ²{¦b¤£¬O®ÉÔ²q´ú¤°»ò¥L¦³§¹¦¨¤F¡C " ¦pªG§A±N°±¤î¤£¦X²z¦Ó¥BèèÅý§Úª¾¹D--"
"You said something that insensitive and now you can't fathom what
you did wrong?" Princess rolled her eyes and she rested her hands
on her hips. "Does anyone on your side of the curtain believe in
manners or decency?" When Ken opened his mouth to reply, Princess
shook her head. "No, spare me the explanations. First you sized me
up and studied me like something in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue,
and then you made that positively stupid remark about a naked man not
being something I haven't seen before... By the way, did you mean by this
that I'm the kind of slut who ordinarily sees near-strangers naked, or
was it that I'm constantly peeping at my older brother?" / "
§A»¡¬Y¨Æ¨S¦³·Pıªº¦Ó¥B²{¦b§A¤£¯à´ú¶q²`«×§A¿ù»~°µªº"? ¤½¥D±²¤F¦oªº²´·ú¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¥ð®§¤F¦b¦oªºÁv³¡¤Wªº¦o¤â¡C "¥ô¦ó¤H¦b§Aªº±b¨Ãä¤W«H¥õ§»ª©Î±oÅé¶Ü"?
·íªÖ®¦¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº¼LµªÂЪº®ÉÔ,¤½¥D·nÀY¡C "¤£,¼e®¤§Ú¸ÑÄÀ¡C º¥ý§A̹ï§Ú§@¦ôp¦Ó¥B¹³¬Y¨Æ¤@¼Ë¦bÁ|¨Ò»¡©ú´åªa¦çijÃDªº¹B°Ê¤¤¾Ç²ß¤F§Ú,
µM«á§A»s³yÃö©ó¤@Ó¨ª»rªº¨k¤HªÖ©w·MÄøªºµû½×¤£¬O¬Y¨Æ§Ú¥H«e¨S¦³¬Ý¨ì¡C¡C¡C ¶¶«K¤@´£, §A·N¿×³Q³o§Ú¬O¤£ºÝ²øªº¤k¤HÃþ«¬³q±`¾aªñ¬Ý¨£- ¯¥Í¤H¨ª»rªº,
©Î¬O¥¦§Ú¥¿¦b¤£Åܦa¦b§Úªº¸û¦~ªøªº¥S§Ì¿sµø?"
Once again, Ken knew not to take the bait and answer the question. "Princess--"
Whatever he said now had to somehow not worsen the situation. "If
that's how it came across, I'm sorry. I never thought of you as a slut."
/ ¦A¤@¦¸¡AªÖ®¦ª¾¹D¤£±Ä¨ú»ç¦Ó¥B¦^µª°ÝÃD¡C "¤½¥D--" µL½×¥L²{¦b»¡¤°»ò¦³¨ì¤£ª¾¦ó¬G¤£¨Ï±¡§Î§óÃa¡C "¦pªG¨º¬O¥¦¨Ó¾î¹Lªº¤è¦¡,¹ï¤£°_¡C
§Ú±q¤£§â§A·í°µ¤@Ó¤£ºÝ²øªº¤k¤H¡C"
"So you're an exhibitionist?" / " ¦]¦¹§A¬O¤@ӶɦV¦Û§Ú«Å¶Çªº¤H"?
The light in Princess' eyes told Ken that he hadn't actually made the
situation that much better. He fumbled for the words. "That's not
right at all--I wasn't thinking of you as a woman. You're one of the guys.
I wouldn't hesitate to change in front of Jason or Tiny, and I know they
treat you as a member of the team without regard for gender." / Princess'
²´·úªº¥ú§i¶D¤FªÖ®¦¥L¤£¦³¹ê»Ú¤W»s³y±¡§Î¨º§ó¦n¡C ¥L¬°¦rºN¯Á¡C " ¨º¤@ÂI¤]¤£¬O¥¿½T--§Ú¨S¦³¦b§â§A·í°µ¤@Ó¤k¤H¡C §A¬O³Ã¥ë¤§¤@¡C
§Ú±N¤£µS¿Ý¦b³Ç¥Í¤§«e§ïÅܩ祤pªº,¦Ó¥B§Úª¾¹D¥L̬°©Ê§Oµø§A¬°¨S¦³Ãö¤ßªº¤p²Õ¤@Ó¦¨û¡C"
Princess shook her head. "You're right--they never hassle me about
being the only girl on the team. And I have 'seen it all before,' as you
so tactfully put it. But there's a difference between cutting away someone's
clothing to get at an injury and ogling a guy like a piece of meat."
She shrugged. "On the other hand, you're still a bare-faced liar
as far as I'm concerned. If you were thinking of me as one of the guys,
then why were you staring at me in my swimsuit?" / ¤½¥D·nÀY¡C " §A¬O¥¿½Tªº--¥Ḻq¤£Ãö©ó¨¬°¦b¤p²Õ¤Wªº°ß¤@¤k«Ä¤£Â_¥´ÂZ§Ú¡C
¦Ó¥B§Ú '¥H«e¬Ý¨ì¥¦©Ò¦³ªº,'·í§A¦p¦¹ªº¾÷´¼©ñ¥¦¡C ¦ý¬O¦b´î§CÂ÷¶}¤§¶¡¦³¤@ºØ¤£¦P¬Y¤Hªº¦çªA¨ì¹F¨ü¶Ë¦Ó¥Bª`µø¤@ӳåë³ßÅw¤@¶ô¦×¡C"¦oÁqªÓ¡C
" ¥t¤@¤è±, §A¤´µM¬O¤@¨ª»rªº-´N§Ú¨Ó»¡±¹ï»¡ÁÀªÌ¡C ¦pªG§A¥¿¦b§â§Ú·í°µ³Ã¥ë¤§¤@,µM«á§A¬°¤°»ò¦b§Úªº´åªa¦ç¤¤¨nµÛ§Ú¬Ý?"
Ken felt his cheeks getting hot. He didn't reply. / ªÖ®¦·Pı¤F¥Lªº«Ü¼ö ªºÀU¡C ¥L¨S¦³µªÂСC
Princess nodded and began to walk around him. "So, close but no cigar.
Feel free to be as slimy as you want, but please don't involve me."
/ ¤½¥DÂIÀY¦Ó¥B¶}©l¦b¥L©P³ò¨«¸ô¡C "¦p¦¹,°£¤F¨S¦³³·X¤§¥~Ãö¡C ı±o¦Û¥Ñ¬O¹³§A·Qn, ¦ý¬O½Ð¤£n¥]¬A§Ú¤@¼Ëªºªd¡C"
"Wait." Ken put his hands in his pockets. "You keep referring
to Mark as your brother. Jun and I never thought of each other in terms
of siblings. Joe, yes--Joe was my brother. But the rest of us weren't
family. We were team-mates. With the war ended, with no real team to identify
us any longer," Ken swallowed and found he couldn't meet Princess'
eyes, "Jun and I finally did get closer." / "µ¥Ô".
ªÖ®¦§â¥Lªº¤â©ñ¤J¥Lªº¤f³U¡C "§AÄ~Äò´£¤Î°¨§J¦p§Aªº¥S§Ì¡C ¤»¤ë©M§Ú±q¤£®Ú¾Ú¥S§Ì·Q¨ì©¼¦¹¡C ³ì,¬Oªº--³ì¬O§Úªº¥S§Ì¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú̪º¨ä¾lªÌ¤£¬O®a®x¡C
§Ú̬OÁp¦¨¤@²Õ-ªB¤Í¡C ÂǥѳQµ²§ôªº¾Ôª§, ÂǥѨS¦³¯u¥¿ªº¤p²ÕÃѧO§Ú̧ó§ó¤[¤F,"ªÖ®¦§]¦Ó¥Bµo²{¡A¥L¤£¥i¥H¹J¨£ Princess'
²´·ú ",¤»¤ë©M§Ú³Ì«á½T¹ê¤ñ¸û¾aªñ¡C"
Princess folded her arms. "So you were sleeping with her and thought
you could enjoy the same services during her absence?" / ¤½¥DºPÅ|¤F¦oªº¤âÁu¡C
" ¦]¦¹§A¥¿¦b©M¦oºÎı¨Ã¥B·Q¤F§A¦b¦oªº¯Ê®u´Á¶¡¥i¥H¨É¨ü¬Û¦PªºªA°È"?
"Will you stop villifying me enough to let me finish?" Ken huffed.
"When the war started again, we had to break it off. There's no way
to send someone you love that much into the middle of half a dozen soldiers
with guns, and there couldn't be a tearful goodbye every time I had to
infiltrate some kind of mech or a new base." No, one goodbye had
been more than enough. "But sometimes I miss her still." / "§A±N°±¤î
villifying §Ú¥R¨¬Åý§Ú§¹¦¨¶Ü"? ªÖ®¦À~¡C "·í¾Ôª§¦A¤@¦¸¶}©lªº®ÉÔ,§ÚÌ¥²¶·¤¤Â_¥¦¡C ¨S¦³¤èªk°e¬Y¤H§A·R§ó¥[¶i¤J©Mºjªº¤@¥b¦a¤Q¤GÓx¤Hªº¤¤¥¡¤§¤º,
¦Ó¥B¥i¥H¨S¦³¤@§t²\ªº¦A¨£¨C¤@¦¸§Ú¥²¶·®û¼í mech ©Î¤@Ó·sªº°ò¦¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬¡C"¤£, ¤@¦A¨£¤£¥u¬O¥R¨¬¡C "¦ý¬O¦³®É§Ú¤´µM·Q©À¦o"
¡C
Princess had relaxed a little. "Why don't you tell her that? Wouldn't
she get back together with you if you just explained--" / ¤½¥D¤w¸gµy·L©ñÃP¡C
"§A¦ó¤£§i¶D¦o¨º? ¦o¤£±N·|©M§A±NI±²Õ´°_¨Ó¶Ü¦pªG§A¶È¶È¸ÑÄÀ--"
"She doesn't have a choice in the matter. If we could choose, there
would be no war." Ken shook his head. "And that's it."
/ "¦o¨S¦³¨Æ¥óªº¿ï¾Ü¡C ¦pªG§ÚÌ¥i¥H¿ï¾Ü, ±N·|¦³¤£¾Ôª§¡C"ªÖ®¦·nÀY¡C " ¦Ó¥B¨º¬O¥¦" ¡C
Princess looked down. "I'm sorry if I overreacted." / ¤½¥D¬Ý¤U¨Ó¡C
"¦pªG§Ú¤ÏÀ³¹L«×¡A¹ï¤£°_" ¡C
Ken nodded. "So for now, at least, can we go into battle being team-mates
and not enemies?" / ªÖ®¦ÂIÀY¡C "©Ò¥H²{¦b¡A¦Ü¤Ö¡A§Ú̯à¶i¤J¨¬°¤p²Õ ªº¾Ôª§¶Ü- ªB¤Í©M¤£¬O¼Ä¤H"?
"I think we can handle that." Princess gestured ahead down the
hallway. "We'd better get going--Jason's going to wonder if we've
mutinied rather than endure his command." / "§Ú»{¬°§Ú̯à³B²z¨º"
¡C ¤½¥D¦V«e¦a§@¤â¶Õ¤U¨Ó¨«´Y¡C "§Ú̳̦n±o¨ì¥h-- ³Ç¥Í¥hÃhºÃ¬O§_§Ṳ́w¸g«qÅܦӤ£Ä@§Ô@¥Lªº«ü¥O".
When Princess and Ken entered the cockpit, they took their seats quietly
and waited for Jason and Tiny to finish preflighting the Phoenix. Without
turning from the console he watched over Tiny's shoulder, Jason said in
a low, chuckling voice, "You're late--two demerits." / ·í¤½¥D©MªÖ®¦¶i¤J¤F¾r¾pû®y¿µªº®ÉÔ,
¥L̦wÀR¦a¦û¾Ú¤F¥L̪º®y¦ì¦Ó¥Bµ¥Ô³Ç¥Í©M·¥¤pªº°_¸«eªº»ñ°Ä«°§¹¡C ¤£±q±±¨îÂiÂà¥L¬Ý¤Fµ²§ô·¥¤pªºªÓ,³Ç¥Í¦b¤@Ó§CÂI¤¤»¡, ¦Y¦Yªº¯ºÁnµ,"§A¿ð¨ì--¤GÓ¹L¥¢".
Princess giggled. About to object, Ken looked at her but said nothing
when she grinned at him, a smile he returned. Momentarily, Jason went
to his chair and told Tiny to launch when ready. / ¤½¥D¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C ¤j¬ù¤Ï¹ï,·í¦o¦b¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯ºªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦¬Ý¦o¦ý¬O¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡,
¤@Ó·L¯º¥LÂkÁÙ¡C ¼È®É¦a¡A³Ç¥Í¥h¥Lªº´È¤l¦Ó¥B§i¶D·¥¤pªºµo®g¦ó®É¹w³Æ¡C
The launch happened smoothly, during which all five were occupied by the
business of flying the ship. Only when they had reached their cruising
altitude and Tiny assumed the majority of the work did Jason address the
team. / µo®g¥·Æ¦aµo¥Í, ¦bªº®ÉÔ©Ò¦³ªº¤³Q¸²îªº¥Í·N¦û»â¤F¡C ¥u¦³·í¥L̤w¸g¨ì¹F¥L̨µ¯è°ª«×ªº®ÉÔ©M·¥¤pªº°²©w¦h¼Æªº¤u§@°µ³Ç¥Í¦V¤p²Õµoªíºt»¡¡C
Leaning against the back of the command chair, Jason held a clipboard
and looked out at the others except for Ken, whose eyes he couldn't quite
meet. "Well, I guess, after reviewing all the information Ken and
the Chief gave us, I agree that we ought to split up and tackle the mech
in its separate parts." / ʾa«ü¥O´È¤lªºI±, ³Ç¥Í®³µÛ¤F¤@Ó¥I¦³¯È§¨ªºµ§°OªO¦Ó¥B°£¤FªÖ®¦¥H¥~¦b¨ä¾lªÌ¤p¤ß,¥L¤£¥i¥H¬Û·í¹J¨£¨ä²´·ú¡C
" ¶â¡A§Ú²q´ú,¦bÀË°Q©Ò¦³ªº¸ê®ÆªÖ®¦¤§«á¦Ó¥B»â³Sµ¹¤©¤F§ÚÌ, §Ú¦P·N¡A§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó¤ÀÂ÷¦b¦Ó¥B¤W±¦b¥¦ªº³æ¿W³¡¥÷¤¤³B²z mech".
Princess had Jason's usual spot at the weapons station while Ken and Keyop
sat at the pair of consoles facing him. The overhead lighting glistened
against the tint of Jason's visor but couldn't hide the way his eyes kept
shifting from one teammate's face to the next. "The mech isn't quite
finished yet, and it seems the reason they moved it here is that there's
a large underground cavern in the vicinity of Las Vegas where they can
finalize construction. The US Air Force made several sweeps of the target
area with ground piercing radar--" / ·íªÖ®¦©M Keyop §¤¦b±¹ï¥L ªºÂù±±¨îÂi«eªº®ÉÔ¡A¤½¥DÅý¤F¦bªZ¾¹¨®¯¸ªº³Ç¥Í¥±`ªº¦aÂI¡C
ÀY¤Wªº·Ó©ú°{«G¹ï§Ü³Ç¥Íªº±ÀU¦â±m¦ý¬O¤£¥i¥HÂä覡¥Lªº³QÄ~Äò±q¤@Ó¶¤¤ÍªºÁy¨ì¤U¤@Ó§ïÅܪº²´·ú¡C "mech ¤´µM¤£¬Û·í³Q§¹¦¨¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¦ü¥G¡A¥L̲¾°Ê¤F¥¦³o¸Ìªº²z¥Ñ¬O¦b¾Fªñ¥L̯൲§ô«Ø¿vªº©Ô´µºû¥[´µ¦³¤@Ó¤jªº¦a¤U¥¨¥Þ¡C
¬ü°êªÅx¥Î¤g¦aªº¨ë°©¹p¹F¨Ó»s³y¥Ø¼Ð°Ï°ìªº¤@¨Ç±½°£--"
Princess huffed. "And obviously the ground piercing radar isn't going
to work in the desert with all that salt." After a moment's dead
silence, Princess looked up at all the blank faces, and she sighed. "Fine.
Go on." / ¤½¥DÀ~¡C "¦Ó¥B©úÅã¦a¤g¦aªº¨ë°©¹p¹F¤£±N¦b©M©Ò¦³ªºÆQ¨Fºz¤¤¤u§@" ¡C ¦b¤ù¨èªº¦º¦wÀR¤§«á¡A¤½¥D¬Ý¦b©Ò¦³ªºªÅ¥ÕÁy¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¼Û®§¤W±¡C
"»@´Ú¡C Ä~Äò¡C"
Jason tried to flash a smile, then took a deep breath. "Well, um,
that explains why they conducted a microgravity reading, then. Fluctuations
in the Earth's gravitational field revealed a cavern of approximately
nine hundred thousand cubic feet." / ³Ç¥Í¸ÕµÛ°{²{¤@Ó·L¯º,µM«á®³¤F²`ªº©I§l¡C "¶â,um,·í®É¨º¸ÑÄÀ¥L̬°¤°»ò¤Þ¾É¤F
microgravity ¾\Ū¡C Åܰʦb¦a²yªº«¤O»â°ì¤¤Åã¥Ü¤F¤j¬ù¤E¤Q¸Uªº¤@Ó¥¨¥Þ¥ß¤èÅ骺¸}¡C"
Princess said, "That would be staffed by perhaps a hundred to two
hundred Spectrans?" / ¤½¥D»¡,"¨º±N·|³Q¹ï¤G¦Ê Spectrans ªº¤]³\¦Ê°t³Æ¤Hû"?
Jason checked the clip board. "Estimates are on that order. Apparently
our scaring them off that stupid asteroid had at least one good result
because it revealed this local base. Las Vegas is perfect for it, if you
think about it. There's so much tourism that no one will notice extra
people hanging around the city, and there's not much surrounding it once
you get past the suburbs. If there's tremors in building this machine,
it'll be chalked up to normal seismic activity. No one would have found
it at all if not for the sudden appearance of a couple spent warheads
in the municipal dump." Jason looked up. "So this is my rough
plan: we should split off in our vehicles almost immediately but make
it appear that our real target is that cavern." "I'm wondering
how you intend to get them to split up," Ken said. / ³Ç¥ÍÀˬd¤F§¨¤l¸³¨Æ·|¡C
"¦ôp¦b¨º¤@Ó¦¸§Ç¤W¡C ¦]¬°¥¦´¦ÅS¤F³oÓ¦a¤è°ò¦¡A©Ò¥HÅãµM¦a§Ú̱q¨ºÓ·MÄøªº¤p¦æ¬PÅåÀ~¥L̨º¦³¤F¦Ü¤Ö¤@Ó¦nµ²ªG¡C ¦pªG§A·Q¥¦¡A©Ô´µºû¥[´µ¹ï¥¦¬O§¹¬üªº¡C
¨º¸Ì¬O¦p¦¹ªº«Ü¦hÆ[¥ú¨Æ·~¥HP©ó¤@¥¹§A¹L¥h¥«¥¡A¨S¦³¤H±Nª`·N¦b«°¥«ªþªñ¹C¿º ªºÃB¥~¤H, ¦Ó¥B¦h¤£¦³³ò¦í¥¦¡C ¦pªG¦b«Ø¿v³o¤@³¡¾÷¾¹¤è±¦³¾_°Ê,¥¦±N³Q°O¤U¨ì¥¿±`ªº¦a¾_¬¡°Ê¡C
¦pªG¤£¬°¤Ò°üªº¬ðµM¥~ªí¦b¥«¬Fªº©U§£³õ¤¤ªá¶O¼uÀY¡A¨S¦³¤H´N·|¥þµMµo²{¥¦¤F¡C" ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¦b¤W±¡C " ¦]¦¹³o¬O§Úªº²ÊÁWp¹º:
§ÚÌÀ³¸Ó´X¥G¥ß¨è¦b§Ú̪º¨®½ø¤¤¨«¶}¤ÀÂ÷¦ý¬O¨Ï¥¦¥X²{§Ú̪º¯u¥¿¥Ø¼Ð¬O¨º¤@Ó¥¨¥Þ¡C"" §Ú¬Oı±o©_©Ç§A¦p¦ó·Qn±o¨ì¥L̤ÀÂ÷¦b"¤W±,ªÖ®¦»¡¡C
Jason's eyes flickered. / ³Ç¥Íªº²´·ú°{°Ê¡C
"He's got stragedy," Keyop said. / "¥L³Q±o¨ì stragedy",Keyop
»¡¡C
Princess said, "Strategy." / ¤½¥D»¡,"µ¦²¤".
"When Jason does it," Keyop said, "it's Tragedy with an
S." / "·í³Ç¥Í°µ¥¦ªº®ÉÔ" ¡A Keyop »¡ ",¥¦¬O¥Ñ©ó S ´d¼@".
"Having that base there is convenient." Jason took a deep breath
and ignored the little one. "We'll dogfight the united mech for a
few minutes in order to draw them out over the cavern where there won't
be any bystanders. Then, when they try to force us into Fiery Phoenix
mode, we can oblige--and then split off into the vehicles. Switch out
of Fiery Phoenix as quickly as possible, either the instant it splits
up or when it looks like it's getting ready to fire at us--you called
them cell-missiles, Ken?--then pick your target and blast away."
Jason scanned the cockpit for objections. / " Åý¨º§@°ò¦¨º¸Ì¬O¤è«Kªº".
³Ç¥Í§@¤F²`ªº©I§l¦Ó¥B©¿²¤¤F¤@ÂIÂI¤@¡C " §Ú̱N¬°¤Fn¹M¤Î¥¨¥Þ¨Ï¥L̩쩵 , ¦bªÅ¤¤Äñ°«Áp¦Xªº mech ¼Æ¤ÀÄÁ¦bþ¸Ì±N¨S¦³¥ô¦óªº®ÇÆ[ªÌ¡C
µM«á¡A·í¥L̦b¨º®ÉÔ¸ÕµÛ±j¢§Ú̶i¿K¼öªº»ñ°Ä«°¼ÒºA¤§¤ºªº®ÉÔ¡A§Ú̯à±j¨î-- µM«á¨«¶}¶i¤J¨®½ø¤§¤º¤ÀÂ÷¡C ¤]¾¨§Ö¦aÂàÅÜÂ÷¿K¼öªº»ñ°Ä«°¥ß§Y¥¦¤ÀÂ÷¦b©Î·í¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¥¦¤@¼Ë¤W±¥¿¦b·Ç³Æ¦n¦V§Ú̶}ºj--§AºÙ¥L̬°²ÓM-¸¼u?ªÖ®¦--µM«á¬D¿ï§Aªº¥Ø¼Ð¦Ó¥BºR´ÝÂ÷¶}¡C"³Ç¥Í¬°²§Ä³±½´y¤F¾r¾pû®y¿µ¡C
With a groan, Keyop said, "Do we have to split into the five separate
firebirds? If they're waiting for us to become the Fiery Phoenix, why
don't we just not do it?" / ÂǥѤ@Án©D§u¡A Keyop »¡,"§ÚÌ¥²¶·¶i¤J¤Ó³æ¿Wªºª÷§W³¾¤§¤º¤ÀÂ÷¶Ü?
¦pªG¥LÌ¥¿¦bµ¥Ô§ÚÌÅܦ¨¿K¼öªº»ñ°Ä«°,¬°¤°»ò§Ṳ́£¶È¶È¤£°µ¥¦?"
"Because they can wait all day for us to go into Fiery Phoenix, that's
why. If we don't oblige, they may start picking off passenger airliners
to pass the time. Since they are going to be trying to attack us in firebird
mode, we might as well use the variety they don't expect. As soon as we
split off, they'll split up too just to be able to fire on all of us before
we burn out. The mech's tough, but it's a very specific weapon. Its armor
is designed to withstand big blows, but small ones can penetrate it--kind
of like medieval chain mail that could bounce off a sword blow but stood
no chance against arrows. Their laser is fast, but it's fairly low-powered.
That thing's no doomsday device. They know we won't use the Fiery Phoenix
twice that close together. They have to have been told they'll have one
shot and only one shot. Believe me, they'll take it." / " ¦]¬°¥L̾ã¤Ñ¯àµ¥Ô§Ú̶i¤J¿K¼öªº»ñ°Ä«°,
¨º¬O¬°¤°»ò¡C ¦pªG§Ṳ́£±j¨î,¥LÌ¥i¯à¨«¶}¶}©lºK¼«È«È¾÷³q¹L®É¶¡¡C ¬JµM¥LÌ¥¿¦b¥h¹Á¸Õ¦bª÷§W³¾¼ÒºA¤¤§ðÀ»§ÚÌ¡A§Ú̳̦n¨Ï¥Î¥L̤£´Á«Ýªº¦h¼Ë©Ê¡C
¤@¥¹§Ų́«¶}¤ÀÂ÷¡A¥ḺN¤ÀÂ÷¦b¤Ó¤W±¥u¬O¯à°÷¦b§ÚÌ¥þ³¡¤WÂI¿U¦b§ÚÌ¿NÃa¤§«e¡C mech's ªº´c´Ò,¦ý¬O¥¦¬O¤@Ó«D±`¯S©wªºªZ¾¹¡C ¥¦ªº²¯¥Ò³Q³]p©è§Ü¤jªº¥´À»¡A¦ý¬O¤pªº¤@¨Ç¯à¬ï³z¥¦--Ãþ«¬ªº¥i¥H¨«¶}¤Ï¼u¤M¼C¥´À»¦ý¬O¨S¯¸µÛ¹ï§Ü½bªº¾÷·|¬Û¦üªº¤¤¥jÂê¤l¥Ò¡C
¥L̪º¹p®g¬OÂN§Ù¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¤½¥¦a¬O§C¦³¤O¶q¡C ¨º¤@¥ó¨Æª«¨S¦³¥@¬É¥½¤é¸Ë¸m¡C ¥L̪¾¹D§Ú̱N¤£¤G¿±µªñ¦a¤@°_¨Ï¥Î¿K¼öªº»ñ°Ä«°¡C ¥LÌ¥²¶·¤w¸g³Q§i¶D¡A¥ḺN®gÀ»¤@©M¥u¦³ª`®g¡C
¬Û«H§Ú,¥ḺN±a¥¦¡C"
Keyop pouted. "You're just saying that because you've always wanted
to give that order." / Keyop äþ¼L¡C " §A¥¿¦b¶È¶È»¡¨º¦]¬°§AÁ`¬O¤w¸g·Qnµ¹¨º¤@Ó¦¸§Ç".
"Shut up." Jason wore a borderline smirk. "Are we set,
then? Good. Tiny, time to target?" / "³¬¼L" ¡C ³Ç¥Í¬ïµÛ¤FÃä¬Éªº¼H¼H¯º¡C
" §Ú̬O©T©wªº,µM«á? ¦nªº¡C ·¥¤pªº, ®É¶¡ºË·Ç?"
"Five minutes. Local armed forces just radioed some activity in the
region--they think Spectra's rallying against us." / "¤¤ÀÄÁ¡C ¦a¤èªZ¸Ë¤Fx¶¤¶È¶È¦b°Ï°ì¤¤¦¬µ¾÷¤@¨Ç¬¡°Ê--¥LÌ·QÀWÃж°µ²¹ï§Ü§ÚÌ¡C"
"Roger." Jason hesitated. "Ken says it can fly at a higher
altitude than we can, and that it can get there faster. Stay close to
the ground. Any flat surface on any of its individual units can lock into
any flat surface on any of the others--they can reassemble in any shape
they want. If we can't induce them to break up, we may still be able to
convince them to change shape, and that will be the time to attack."
Jason glanced at Ken, who said nothing. Next he turned back to Tiny. "Where
are they now?" / "ù³Ç". ³Ç¥ÍµS¿Ý¡C " ªÖ®¦»¡¡A¥¦¸ò§Ṳ́ñ°_¨Ó¯à¦b¤@ºØ¸û°ªªº°ª«×¸¯à,¦Ó¥B¥¦¯à§ó§Ö³t¦a¨ì¨ºùØ¡C
°±¯d¦b¦a±ªºªþªñ¡C ¦b¥¦ªºÓ§O³æ¦ì¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¤Wªº¥ô¦ó¤½´Jªí±¯à¶i¤J¦b¨ä¾lªÌ¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¤Wªº¥ô¦ó¥©Zªºªí±¤§¤ºÂê--¥L̯à¦b¥LÌ·Qnªº¥ô¦ó§Îª¬¤¤«·s¥l¶°¡C
¦pªG§Ṳ́£¯à¤Þ»¤¥LÌ¥Ë¸Ñ ,§ÚÌ¥i¯à¤´µM¯à°÷¨Ï¥L̬۫H§ïÅܧΪ¬¡A¦Ó¥B¨º±N¬O®ÉÔ§ðÀ»¡C"³Ç¥Íª`µøªÖ®¦,ªÖ®¦¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¡C µM«á¥L§é¦^¨ì·¥¤pªº¡C
"²{¦b¥L̦bþ¸Ì"?
"Right over the city." / "¥¿½T¦a¹M¤Î«°¥«".
"Probably causing a panic," Princess said. / "¥i¯à¤Þ°_¤@°}®£·W",¤½¥D»¡¡C
"Get in close and try to lead it westward," Jason said, then
looked over his shoulder. "If it's over the strip, Princess, no one
will notice one more monstrous structure towering overhead, right?"
/ "¶i¤Jµ²§ô©M¹Á¸Õ¦V¦è±a»â¥¦",³Ç¥Í»¡, µM«áÂsÄý¥LªºªÓ¡C "¦pªG¥¦¬O¦bªø±ø¡A¤½¥D¤§¤W ,¨S¦³¤H±Nª`·N¥t¥~¤@Ó¥¨¤jªºµ²ºc°ªµ¾ÃB¥~¶}¾P,¹ï¤£¹ï"?
Keyop giggled. / Keyop ¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
"Forward visual," Tiny said. / " Âà±Hµøıªº", ·¥¤pªº»¡¡C
"Buzz them." Jason returned to the command chair and glanced
over the indicators. "It's got that look-down-shoot-down laser beam,
so skim right overhead, just out of reach of those arms." / "µo¥X¶ä¶äÁn¥LÌ"
¡C ³Ç¥Í¦^¨ì«ü¥O´È¤l¨Ã¥BÂsÄý«ü¥Ü¾¹¡C " ¤@¯ë±o¨ì¯«±¡-åP¸¨-À»¸¨¹p®g¥ú½u, ¦]¦¹´N¦b°ª³B²¤Åª,¶È¶È¥Ñ©ó¨º¨Ç¤âÁuªº½d³ò".
Keyop said, "Eeeyech." / Keyop »¡,"Eeeyech".
"Princess, you keep a missile at the ready." / "¤½¥D,§A§â¤@Ó¸¼u¯d¦b²{ª÷".
Ken said, "They can shoot our missiles out of the air." / ªÖ®¦»¡,"¥L̯à±qªÅ®ð®gÀ»§Ú̪º¸¼u"
¡C
"We might as well keep them shooting at the damned missiles then,
and not at us." Jason had locked down the clip board, but he glanced
at it now. "Tiny, if Princess raises the gear, angle us away from
them as soon as they shoot. Their lasers are capable of shooting off the
missile launcher." / " §Ú̳̦nµM«á«O¦s¥L̦b¸Ó¦ºªº¸¼u®gÀ», ¦Ó¥B¤£¦b§ÚÌ". ³Ç¥Í¤w¸gÂê¤U¨Ó§¨¤l¸³¨Æ·|¡A¦ý¬O¥L²{¦bª`µø¥¦¡C
"·¥¤pªº, ¦pªG¤½¥DÁ|°_¤u¨ã, «ö¬Y¤@¨¤«×Âà°Ê§ÚÌ»·Â÷¥L̤@¥¹¥LÌ®gÀ»¡C ¥L̪º¹p®g¯à°÷À»Â_¸¼uµo®gªÌ¡C"
Keyop whistled. "Ken told you that?" / Keyop §j¤fï¡C " ªÖ®¦§i¶D§A¨º"?
"It was hard to forget," Ken said. / "§xÃøªº¬O§Ñ°O",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C
"Ten miles," Tiny said. / ¤Qù, ·¥¤pªº»¡¡C
"Energy shield control units jammed," Princess said. "Backup
systems are down as well." / "¯à·½¾B½ª³QÀ½ªº±±¨î³æ¦ì",¤½¥D»¡¡C "
¹w³Æªº¨t²Î¬O¤U¨Ó®£©È³Ì¦n".
Jason said, "Keyop, jam their radar. Ken, notify Anderson we've engaged."
/ ³Ç¥Í»¡,"Keyop,À½¥L̪º¹p¹F¡C ªÖ®¦,³qª¾§Ṳ́w¸g¹wqªº¦w¼w»¹¡C"
"Hang tight," Tiny said. / "ºòºò¦aÄa±¾", ·¥¤pªº»¡¡C
The Phoenix blasted over the top of the mech, which quickly reorganized
itself into an aerodynamic linear shape and took off after them. / »ñ°Ä«°ºR´Ý¶W¹L«×
mech, «Ü§Ö¦a¶i¤J®ðÅé¤O¾Çªº½u§Îª¬¤§¤º«·s½s²Õ¤F¥¦¥»¨¦Ó¥B¦b¥L̤§«á°_¸¡C
"They're gaining," Tiny said. "Intercept in approximately
two minutes." / "¥LÌ¥¿¦b±o¨ì", ·¥¤pªº»¡¡C "¦b¤j¬ù¤G¤ÀÄÁ¤¤ÄdºI" ¡C
"Keep us low," Jason said. "Turn to evade." / "«O¦s§Ú̧CÂI",³Ç¥Í»¡¡C
"·Ç³Æ°kÁ×" ¡C
The Phoenix banked, and the mech corrected to follow them. / »ñ°Ä«°¦s¤J»È¦æ¡A¦Ó¥B
mech §ï¥¿¸òÀH¥LÌ¡C
"Ten miles from the city," Ken called. / "¦b¶ZÂ÷«°¥«¤Qù³B"
¡AªÖ®¦©I¥s¡C
"Fifteen miles to their base." Jason's eyes narrowed. "Tiny,
bank hard, starboard!" / ¹ï¥L̪º°ò¦¤Q¤ù. ³Ç¥Íªº²´·úÁY¤p¡C "·¥¤pªº,§V¤O¦a¦s¤J»È¦æ,¥k²ì"!
Keyop said, "Commencing radar jamming." / Keyop »¡,¶}©l¹p¹FÀ½¡C
"Try jamming the rest of their communications too. That might make
it harder for them to reassemble themselves." Jason punched one of
the buttons and brought up the rear cameras. In the background, he could
hear Ken radioing Anderson. "Princess--" / "¤]¸ÕÀ½¥L̪º·¾³q¨ä¾lªÌ¡C
¨º¥i¯àÅý¥L̨ϥ¦§óÃø«·s¥l¶°¥L̦ۤv¡C" ³Ç¥Í¥H®±«À»¶s¦©¦Ó¥B¤§¤@´£¥X«á±ªº¬Û¾÷¡C ¦bI´º¤è±¡A¥L¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì¦¬µ¾÷¦w¼w»¹ ªºªÖ®¦¡C
"¤½¥D--"
"They'll be on top of us in less than a minute." / "¥ḺN§Ú̦b¤p©ó¤ÀÄÁ¦b³»ºÝ¤W"
¡C
"Hold," Keyop said. "The radar jamming threw them off--they're
slowing--" / "§â´¤",Keyop »¡¡C "¹p¹FÀ½¨«¶}¥á¥LÌ--¥LÌ¥¿¦b´îºC--"
"Tiny, ascend!" The afterburners kicked in, and gravity slammed
all five back in their seats. "Increase velocity!" / "·¥¤pªº,µn¤W"!
«á¿U¾¹½ð¦b, ¦Ó¥B¦a¤ß¤Þ¤O¥þ³¡²rµMÃö¤W¤¦V«á¦a¦b¥L̪º®y¦ì¤¤¡C "¼W¥[³t«×"!
"I'm trying!" Tiny sounded strained. "They've got it all
over us!" / "§Ú¥¿¦b¹Á¸Õ"! ·¥¤pªºÅ¥°_¨Óºò±i¡C "¥L̤w¸g¨ì³B±o¨ì¥¦§ÚÌ"!
"We're going to have to outmaneuver them." Jason called, "How
far are we from the base?" / "§ÚÌ¥¿¦b¥h¥²¶·¦b¿Ñ²¤¤W³Ó¹L¥LÌ" ¡C ³Ç¥Í©I¥s,"±q°ò¦§Ú̬O¦h»·"?
"Ten miles." / ¤Qù.
"Almost, then--" Jason cut off as Tiny threw them into a hard
turn, pulling four g's. The mech couldn't follow as tightly. / "´X¥G,µM«á--"
³Ç¥Í¤ÁÂ_·í°µ·¥¤pªº¥á¥L̶i¤@ÓÃøªº±ÛÂध¤º,©Ô¥| g's¡C mech ¤£¥i¥H¸òÀH·í°µºòºò¦a¡C
Princess said, "We gained about ten seconds." / ¤½¥D»¡,"§Ú̱o¨ì¤F¤j¬ù¤Q¬í"
¡C
"That's a painful way to gain ten seconds," Tiny said. / "¨º¬O±o¨ì¤Q¬íªº¤@ÓµhWªº¤èªk",
·¥¤pªº»¡¡C
Jason looked pale. "I'm taking suggestions if you've got any."
/ ³Ç¥Í¬Ý°_¨Ó»a¥Õ¡C "¦pªG§A¤w¸g¥ô¦ó¤F¡A§Ú¥¿¦b±Ä¨ú«Øij" ¡C
Tiny banked hard again, leaving them breathless until he straightened.
Ken said, "Get them to change shape--pull up and overtop of them
so we come down behind. They'll rearrange to a defensive posture that's
slower." / ·¥¤pªº¦A¤@¦¸§V¤O¦a¦s¤J»È¦æ, Åý¥L̳ݤ£¹L®ð¨Óªºª½¨ì¥L§Ëª½¡C ªÖ®¦»¡,"±o¨ì¥ĻïÅܧΪ¬-- ¥LÌ©Þ¥X¦Ó¥B°ªÁq¤§¤W¦]¦¹§Ų́ӤU¨Ó«á±¡C
¥ḺN¹ï¤ñ¸ûºCªº¨¾¿m«º¶Õ¦A±Æ¦C¡C"
"Do it!" / "°µ¥¦"!
Tiny pulled hard on one of the levers, and the Phoenix shot nose-upward
into the sky. As the mech scorched beneath them, Tiny brought the Phoenix
down in a dive hard on the mech's tail. Princess fired off two missiles.
One missed; the other exploded uselessly against the hull. As she prepared
to fire again, the mech rearranged into a horseshoe shape. / ·¥¤pªº§V¤O¦a©Ô¦bºb±ì¤§¤@
, ©M»ñ°Ä«°ª`®g¤W»ó¤l- ¦V¤Wªº¶i¤J¤ÑªÅ¤§¤º¡C ·í mech ¦b¥L̤§¤U¨Ï¿NµJªº®ÉÔ,·¥¤pªº±a»ñ°Ä«°¦bÃøªº¦b mech's ªº§À³¡¤Wªº¼ç¤ô¤¤åP¸¨¡C
¤½¥DÂ÷¶}¤GÓ¸¼uµo®g¡C ¤@¿ù¹L; ¥t¤@Ó¨S¦³¥Î¦aÃz¬µ¹ï§Ü´ß¡C ·í¦o¦A¤@¦¸·Ç³ÆÂI¿Uªº®ÉÔ,mech ¶i¤J¿áÅK§Îªº§Îª¬¤§¤º¦A±Æ¦C¡C
Jason shouted, "Retract missile gear!" / ³Ç¥Í©I³Û,"ÁY¦^¸¼u¤u¨ã"!
The mech fired instantly, and Tiny dodged enough that the laser only scored
their left wing. The Phoenix rocked with the impact. Princess said, "We
want to keep them in this setup--they're definitely slower in this configuration--"
/ mech ¥ß§Y¦aÂI¿U, ©M·¥¤pªºÁ׶}¹p®g¥u±o¤À¤F¥L̪º¥ªÃä¯Í»Hªº¥R¨¬¡C »ñ°Ä«°¥H½ÄÀ»·n°Ê¡C ¤½¥D»¡,"§ÚÌ·Qn§â¥L̯d¦b³o¤@ºØ¸Ë¸m¤¤--¥L̤@©w¬O¤ñ¸ûºCªº¦b³o¤@Óµ²ºc¤¤--"
"Ascend to seventeen thousand feet," Ken called. "Weather
service reports severe turbulence at that altitude. They'll need the more
stable structure to weather--" / "µn¤W¨ì¤@¸U¤C¤d§`",ªÖ®¦©I¥s¡C "¤Ñ®ðªA°È¦b¨º¤@ºØ°ª«×³ø§iÄY®æªº³ÙÄÛ¡C
¥ḺN»Ýn¸ûéwªºµ²ºc·¤Æ--"
"Go for it!" Jason was already adjusting the vents to change
cabin pressure. / "¥h®³¥¦"! ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¥¿¦b½Õ¾ã±Æ®ð¤f§ïÅܤp«ÎÀ£¤O¡C
Tiny climbed. The mech followed, not rearranging yet. At seventeen thousand
feet, Tiny once again turned on the afterburners, and although the turbulence
rocked the Phoenix, they continued to make headway. / ·¥¤pªºÃkµn¡C mech ¸òÀH,
¤£¤´µM¦A¦w±Æ¡C ¥H¤@¸U¤C¤d§`, ·¥¤pªº¦A¤@¦¸¥´¶}«á¿U¾¹,¦Ó¥BÁöµM³ÙÄÛ·n°Ê»ñ°Ä«°¡A¦ý¬O¥LÌÄ~Äò§@«e¶i¡C
"What we wouldn't give for some cloud cover." Jason scanned
the views from the rear-mounted cameras. "They're still a horseshoe--belay
that. They've formed a cross-shape." / "§Ú̱N¤£¬°¤@¨Ç¶³´£¨Ñ±»Å@ªº".
³Ç¥Í±½´y¤F¨Ó¦Û«á±¸Ëªº¬Û¾÷µø³¥¡C "¥L̤´µM¬O¤@¶ô°¨¿áÅK--§â÷¯Á¬C¨º¡C ¥L̤w¸g§Î¦¨¸ó§Îª¬¡C"
"Looks like an X to me," Keyop muttered. / "¹ï§Ú¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³ X ¤@¼Ë",Keyop
³ä³ä¦Û»y¡C
The X definitely handled the turbulence better, and the mech had developed
a slight spin as it pursued the Phoenix. This time, though, the Phoenixwas
able to maintain its distance. / ·í¥¦°l¨D¤F»ñ°Ä«°ªº®ÉÔ¡A X ¤@©w§ó³B²z¤F³ÙÄÛ¡A¦Ó¥B mech ¤w¸gµo®i·L¤pªº±ÛÂà¡C
³o¦¸,ÁöµM,¯à°÷ºû«ù¥¦ªº¶ZÂ÷ Phoenixwas¡C
Princess said, "We're still about ten miles from their base--time
to target two minutes." / ¤½¥D»¡," §Ṳ́´µM¬OÃö©ó¦b¶ZÂ÷¥L̪º°ò¦¤Qù³B-- ®É¶¡ºË·Ç¤G¤ÀÄÁ".
"Good grief." Still pale, Jason stood from his chair, leaned
against it unsteadily as the ship rocked on the gusting air, then nodded
to the others. "We'll take our positions in our vehicles now that
the situation's stabilized." / "¦n¶Ëµh". ¤´µM»a¥Õªº,³Ç¥Í±q¥Lªº´È¤l¯¸¥ß,·í¦b¬ðµM¤@°}ªÅ®ð¤W³Q·n°Êªº²î,µM«áÂIÀY¨ì¨ä¾lªÌ¡A¤£¦w©w¦aʾa¥¦¡C
" §Ú̲{¦b±N¦û¾Ú§Ú̪º¨®½ø§Ú̪º¦ì¸m¨º³Qéwªº±¡§Î".
Princess said, "Are you going to be able to handle--" / ¤½¥D»¡,"§A±Nn¯à°÷³B²z¶Ü--"
"We all had damned well better be able to." Jason dashed for
the back door of the cockpit. "Radio in when you're set." /
" §Ṳ́w¸g¥þ³¡§ó¶A©G±o¦n¬O¯à°÷¨ì". ³Ç¥Í¬°¾r¾pû®y¿µªº«áªù²rÂY¡C " ¦¬µ¾÷¦b§A¦ó®É³Q³]©w".
Jason broke off from the others first to descend the shaft to the G-2.
Ken ran alongside Princess. "What was that about?" / ³Ç¥Íº¥ý±q¨ä¾lªÌ¤¤Â_°¹ï
G-2 ªº¶b¡C ªÖ®¦¾aµÛ¤½¥D¶]¡C "¨º¬O¤°»ò"?
"He can get airsick after the Fiery Phoenix, and he wasn't looking
good." They reached the corridor where Princess and Keyop split off,
and Ken continued for the G-1 at a flat-out run. / "¥L¦b¿K¼öªº»ñ°Ä«°¤§«á¯à·w¾÷¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤£¬Ý°_¨Ó«Ü¦n"
¡C ¥L̨ì¹F¤F¤½¥D©M Keyop ¨«¶}¤ÀÂ÷ªº¨«´Y¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¦b³Ì°ªªº©b¶]¬° G-1 Ä~Äò¡C
The cockpit gave him shivers, like a man meeting an old flame at his high
school reunion. Princess and Keyop had already radioed that they were
ready. Ken now did the same. In better times, he'd have spent more than
an hour preflighting this jet-powered beauty, if only to remember every
nook, all the smells of the engine, the leather seat, the curvature of
the glass, and the high-powered shriek of the jets spooling up. Here he'd
had only ten minutes to preflight before takeoff, and now he'd be lucky
to have forty-five seconds for his runup check. The controls, oil and
electrical systems checked out fine; the weapons systems he began warming
up even while running up the RPM, knowing he'd need to flame out of the
Hinotori ready to target and shoot. / ¾r¾pû®y¿µµ¹¤©¥L¥´Å¸,¹³¤@Ó¦b¥Lªº°ª¤¤¹J¨£¤@Ó·R¹Î»E ªº¨k¤H¡C
¤½¥D©M Keyop ¤w¸g¦¬µ¾÷¥L̷dzƦn¤F¡C ªÖ®¦²{¦b°µ¤F¤@¼Ëªº¡C ¦b¤ñ¸û¦nªº®É¥N¤¤¡A¥L¦³¤w¸g«×¹L¶W¹L 1 ¤p®É°_¸«eªº¼Q®g¾÷¬ü¤H¦³¤O¶qªº,
¦pªG¤£®Æ³º·|¦V¤W°O±o¨CÓ¨¤¸¨¡A¤ÞÀºªº©Ò¦³¨ý¹D¡A¥Ö²®y¦ì¡A¬Á¼þªº©}¦±©M¼Q®g¾÷©PÃä¦P§@ªººë¤O¥R¨Kªº¦y¾UÅTÁn¡C ¥L¥u¦³¦³¤F¤Q¤ÀÄÁªº³o¸Ì¨ì°_¸«eªº¦b°_¸¤§«e¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥L±N·|©¯¹B¬°¥Lªº
runup Àˬd¦³¥|¤Q¤¬í¡C ±±¨î¡Aªo©M¹qªº¨t²ÎÀˬd»@´Ú; ·í¦b RPM ¤W±¶]ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¶}©lªºªZ¾¹¨t²Î¬Æ¦Ü¥[·Å, ³Õ¾Çªº¥L±N·|»ÝnµI¿NÂ÷
Hinotori ²{ª÷ºË·Ç¦Ó¥B®gÀ»¡C
Tiny radioed, "I've let them get close enough--" and the Phoenix
rocked as he said it, "--damn, too close. Ready to initiate-- "
/ ·¥¤pªº¦¬µ¾÷," §Ú¤w¸g¨Ï¥LÌ°÷±µªñ--" ©M³Q·n°Êªº»ñ°Ä«°·í¥L»¡¤F¥¦ ",--¤@ÂI,¤ÓÃö¡C ¹w³Æ¶}©l--
"
"Go for it!" Jason called. / "¥h®³¥¦"! ³Ç¥Í©I¥s¡C
The flames of the Fiery Phoenixcame on Ken as they always had. Gritting
his teeth, he felt he fury of the craft around him as it transmuted into
plasma and fire. The birdstyle took the heat, but the panic of standing
in a house on fire tightened his insides. He'd always found that worse
than the physical flames. Next began the roaring, a sound so loud it always
forced them to shout at one another across the cockpit. At the point where
the heat finally penetrated the birdstyle, Ken closed his eyes and clenched
his fists. It wouldn't be long until they separated from one another,
and in doing so, hopefully separated the mech into its component pieces.
/ ¦bªÖ®¦¤Wªº¿K¼ö Phoenixcame ªº¤õµK·í°µ¥LÌÁ`¬O¦³¡C ÂÐ¥H¬âÄt¥Lªº¤ú¾¦,·í¥¦¶i¤J¦å¼ß©M¤õ¤§¤ºÅܧΪº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¦bªþªñ·Pı¥L¸¾÷ªº¼««ã¥L¡C
birdstyle ±Ä¨ú¤F¼ö¡A¦ý¬O¦b¤õ¤Wªº¤@´É©Ð¤l¤¤¯¸¥ßªº®£·W°Çºò¤F¥Lªº¤º³¡¡C ¥L¦³Á`¬Oµo²{¶W¹L¹ê»Úªº¤õµK¨º¥ó§óÃaªº¨Æ¡C ¤U¤@Ó¶}©l¤F§qÁn,
¦p¦¹¤jÁnªº¤@ºØÁnµ¥¦Á`¬O±j¢¤F¥L̹ï¾î¹L¾r¾pû®y¿µªº©¼¦¹¤j¥s¡C ¥H¼ö³Ì«á¬ï³z¤F birdstyle ªºÂI¡AªÖ®¦Ãö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥Bºò´¤¤F¥Lªº®±ÀY¡C
¥¦±N¤£«Üªøª½¨ì¥Ḻq©¼¦¹¤À¶}, ©M¦b³o»ò°µ¤è±,¦³§Æ±æ¦a¤À¶} mech ¶i¥¦ªº¦¨¥÷¶ô¤§¤º¡C
Tiny's voice raged over the bracelet, "Now!" / ·¥¤pªºÁnµ¦b¤âÅN¤§¤Wµo«ã,"²{¦b"!
As if in an explosion, the firebird burst apart, and Ken urged his craft
away from the other four just as they distanced themselves from each other.
The mech hesitated before dividing to pursue them, and instantly Ken saw
the lens at the base of the closest segment opening. "Now!"
he called out even as Jason did likewise. Before he finished speaking,
his craft had left the flames behind in favor of its solid form. The cell
missiles landed on the skin of the plane without doing more than cosmetic
damage. / ¦n¹³¦b¤@ÓÃz¬µ¡A¤À§O¦a³QÃzµõªºª÷§W³¾©M³Q¶Ê«P¥Lªº¸¾÷»·Â÷¥t¥~¥|ªºªÖ®¦¤¤¥¿¦p¥Ḻq©¼¦¹¶ZÂ÷¤F¥L̦ۤv¡C mech ¦b¤À¶}°l¨D¥L̤§«eµS¿Ý¡A¦Ó¥B¥ß§Y¦aªÖ®¦¦b³Ì¾aªñªº¤ù¬q°ò¦¶}©l¬Ý¨£³zÃè¡C
"²{¦b"! ·í³Ç¥Í¦P¼Ë¦a°µªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¬Æ¦Ü¤j¥s¡C ¥L»¡§¹¤§«e¡A¥Lªº¸¾÷¤w¸g§Ñ°O¤õµK¤ä«ù¥¦ªº°íµw§Î¦¡¡C ²ÓM¸¼u¤£»Ýn°µ¶W¹L¤Æ§©¥Îªº·l®`´N¦b¸¾÷ªº¥Ö½§¤Wµn³°¡C
It worked! Ken swung the plane to face the closest unit head-. / ¥¦¤u§@!
ªÖ®¦·nÂ\¤F¸¾÷±¹ï³Ì¾aªñªº³æ¦ìÀY-.
Over the bracelet, he heard Princess shout, "Jason!" / ¦b¤âÅN¤§¤W¡A¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F¤½¥D©I³Û¡A
"³Ç¥Í"!
Ken spared a moment to see Jason's vehicle shedding the firebird only
feet from one of the units, gun already exposed, and even as the flames
sloughed from the back end of the car, gunfire burst from the front end.
Princess' shout had barely died when the two machines met in mid-air in
a chaotic mess of weaponry. As Ken watched, the mech exploded directly
before the G-2, and the car passed through the resulting inferno to crash
to the ground with a teeth-rattling jolt. / ªÖ®¦¼e®¤¤F¤ù¨è¨£¬y¥X¨Ó¦Û³æ¦ì¤§¤@ªºª÷§W³¾°ß¤@ªº¸} ³Ç¥Íªº¨®½ø¡A³Q¤w¸g¼ÉÅSªººj¡A¦Ó¥B¥¿·í¤õµK±q¨T¨®ªº«áºÝ²æ¸¨,ºjÀ»±q«e±ªºµ²§ôÃzµõ¡C
·í¤G³¡¾÷¾¹¸I¨ìªº®ÉÔ¡A Princess' ©I³Û´X¥G¤w¸g¨S¦³¦º¦bªÅ¤¤¦bªZ¾¹ªº²V¶ÃÂø¶Ã¤¤¡C ·íªÖ®¦¬Ýªº®ÉÔ,mech ª½±µ¦a¦b G-2 ¤§«eÃz¬µ¡A¦Ó¥B¨T¨®³q¹L²£¥Íªº¦aº»¼M°Õ¤@Án±¼¦b¦³¤@Áû¤ú¾¦ªº¦a±-¥dµª¥dµªªº·n®Ì¡C
Jason whooped over the bracelet. Ken thought he sounded shaken. Princess
shouted, "Switch to decaf!" / ³Ç¥Í¦b¤âÅN¤§¤W¥s³Û¡C ªÖ®¦·Q¤F¥LÅ¥·n°Ê¡C ¤½¥D©I³Û,"¹ï²æ¥h©@°Ø¦]ªº©@°Ø¶}Ãö"!
Before the targeting computer beeped at him, Ken looked at the mech ahead
of him and found it right in his sights. He squeezed the trigger with
an oath. Just as Jason's had, his blew apart: these were machines designed
to withstand big blows, not small ones. / ºË·Ç¹q¸£¦b¥L¹Í¹ÍÁn¤§«e¡AªÖ®¦¦b¥L¤§«e¬Ý mech ¦Ó¥Bµo²{¥¦¥Lªºµø¤OÅv§Q¡C
¥L¥Î¤@Ó»}¬ùºò´¤ªO¾÷¡C ¥¿¦p¦p³Q¦³ªº³Ç¥Í¡A¥Lªº¤À§O¦a§j: ³o¨Ç¬O¾÷¾¹³]p©è§Ü¤jªº¥´À»¦Ó¤£¬O¤pªº¤@¨Ç¡C
To the east, a third explosion punctuated the battle. Keyop had dispatched
his. Princess had set herself up on a small rock ledge, raised her gun,
and opened fire as well. The mech rocked, but for a moment it looked as
though she'd have to take another shot. Then the machine blew apart with
a ferocity that sent bits of metal screeching to the desert floor in a
deadly rain. / ¨ìªF³¡¡A¤@ӲĤTÓÃz¬µ¥[¼ÐÂI²Å¸¹¤F¾Ôª§¡C Keyop ¤w¸g¬£»º¥Lªº¡C ¦b¤@Ó¤pªº©¥¥Û©¥¬[¤W¦V¤W³]©w¦o¦Û¤vªº¦³¤½¥D,¤É°_¤F¦oªººj,
¦Ó¥B¤]¶}¤F¤õ¡C ¦n¹³¦o±N·|¥²¶·±a¥tª`®g¡A mech ·n°Ê¡A¦ý¬O¤@·|¨à¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¡C µM«á¾÷¾¹¤À§O¦a¥H¤@Ó°e¤F¤@ÂIÂIªº¦yµÛÁnµÁ¿¨ì¤@³õP©Rªº«B¯îíuªº¦aªO
ªºª÷ÄÝÀñ²r©Ê§j¡C
"You okay, G-3?" Ken radioed. / " §A¦n,G-3"? ªÖ®¦¦¬µ¾÷¡C
"Fine. Who's got the last one?" / "»@´Ú¡C ½Ö¦³±o¨ì¤F¤@ӳ̫᪺?"
"I'll take it." / "§Ú±N±a¥¦" ¡C
Ken gunned for the last of the five, watching it on his radar until he
was able to confirm it visually. The fifth piece already was trying to
leave town, but Ken forced his plane closer. I'll get you-- I'll shoot
you dead, you son of a bitch. / ªÖ®¦¦b¤¤¤¦ø¾÷¥[®`³Ì«á¤H, ¦b¥Lªº¹p¹F¤W¬Ý¥¦ª½¨ì¥L¯à°÷µøı¤W½T©w¥¦¡C ²Ä¤¶ô¤w¸g¥¿¦b¹Á¸ÕÂ÷¶}«°Âí¡A¦ý¬OªÖ®¦±j¢¥Lªº¥¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¡C
§Ú±N±o¨ì§A-- §Ú±N®gÀ»§A¦º, §A¤@Ó¥Àª¯ªº¨à¤l¡C
He hadn't seen an escape vehicle yet. Katse--Zoltar--must still be aboard
that last vessel. / ¥L¨S¦³¤´µM¬Ý¨ì¤@½ø°k¤`¨®½ø¡C Katse--Zoltar--¤@©wn¤´µM¦b¸¾÷¤W¨º³Ì«áªº²î¡C
Tiny was gathering the others even as Ken's targeting computer beeped
at him. Locked on. Ready to fire. / ·¥¤pªº·íªÖ®¦ºË·Ç¹q¸£¦b¥L¹Í¹ÍÁn¡A¬Æ¦Ü¬O¶°·|¨ä¾lªÌ¡C Âê©w¡C ¹w³ÆÂI¿U¡C
Fire. / ¤õ¡C
Ken saw the escape pod rocket away from the unit even as his shot landed
home. The mech exploded with a ghastly brilliance, and for a moment his
radar screamed unintelligibly at him. Too much clutter--he couldn't track
the pod with all the metal between him and it, and knowing this, the pilot
of the escape pod kept the plume of flame between himself and his pursuers.
When Ken finally cleared the debris, his radar showed nothing at all.
/ ªÖ®¦¬Æ¦Ü¦p¥Lªºª`®g¾Ö¦³¤g¦aªº®a¬Ý¨£°k¤`²ó ¤õ½b»·Â÷³æ¦ì¡C mech ¥H¥i©Èªº¨ô¶VÃz¬µ¡A¦Ó¥B¤@·|¨à¥Lªº¹p¹F¤£©ö²z¸Ñ¦a¦b¥L¦y¥s¡C ¤Ó¦h²VÂø--
¥L¤£¥i¥H°lÂܲó ©Ò¦³ªºª÷Äݦb¥L©M¥¦¤§¶¡, ¦Ó¥Bª¾¹D³o,°k¤`²ó ªº¸¦æû«O«ù¤F¥L¦Û¤v©M¥Lªº°l»°ªÌ¤§¶¡ªº¤õµK¦Ð¤ò¡C ·í³Ì«á²M°£ªº¸H¤ùªÖ®¦ , ¥Lªº¹p¹F¥þµM¤°»ò¤]¤£Åã¥Üªº®ÉÔ¡C
"G-1, ready for pickup," Tiny said. / "G-1,¬°¤p¥d¨®¹w³Æ",
·¥¤pªº»¡¡C
"Roger that." Ken slammed the dashboard with a fist. Even here,
the bad guys proved a little too slippery for him, just a few too many
steps ahead. / " ù³Ç¨º". ªÖ®¦¥Î¤@Ó®±ÀY²rµMÃö¤W»öªíªO¡C ¬Æ¦Ü¦b³o¸Ì¡AÃa³Ã¥ëÃÒ©ú¦³ÂI¨à¥ú·Æ¬°¥L,¦V«e¦aªº¶È¶È¤@¨Ç¤Ó¦h¨BÆJ¡C
What good is all that extra experience, if he still gets away in the end?
Didn't I learn anything from the first war, from Joe's death? / ¦pªG¥L¤´µM¦bµ²§ô¤¤°kÂ÷?
¡A©Ò¦³ªºÃB¥~¤§ª«¸g¾ú¬O¤°»ò¦n³B §Ú¨S±q²Ä¤@Ó¾Ôª§±oª¾¥ô¦ó¨Æ¶Ü,±q³ìªº¦º¤`?
The precision of docking took all his concentration, but Ken still felt
the growing pain in his throat. If he'd only managed to nail Zoltar, then
Jason wouldn't have to keep fighting, and at least one world would manage
to keep its Condor. / ³s±µªººë±K±Ä¨ú¤F¥L©Ò¦³ªº¶°¤¤¡A¦ý¬OªÖ®¦¤´µM·Pı¤F¥Lªº«|³ï¦¨ªøªºµhW¡C ¦pªG¥L¥u¦³³]ªk¥Î°v°v¨c Zoltar,
µM«á³Ç¥Í±N¤£¶·Ä~Äò¹ï§Ü,¦Ó¥B¦Ü¤Ö¤@Ó¥@¬É±N·|³]ªk¾i¥¦ªº¨rÆN¡C
There's only so much you can do. But damn it, couldn't I at least have
done better than this? / ¥u¦³³o»ò¦h§A¯à°µ¡C ¦ý¬O¶A©G¥¦,§Ú¤£¥i¥H¤w¸g¦Ü¤Ö°µ¤ñ³o§ó¶Ü?
As the hatch sealed behind him, Ken radioed to the cockpit that he'd made
it. / ·í¿µ¤f¦b¥L«á±«Ê³¬ªº®ÉÔ,ªÖ®¦¦¬µ¾÷¨ì¾r¾pû®y¿µ¥L¦³°µ¨ì¡C
"Come up front," Jason said. "We figured we'd give you
the parting shot." / "µo¥Í«e±",³Ç¥Í»¡¡C " §Ú̺tºâ§Ú̱N·|µ¹§AÂ÷§Oªºª`®g".
The parting shot? He remembered abruptly about the underground base. That
ground-piercing radar or microgravity thing would have helped immensely
in his own battles--if he could take back one of the systems as a prototype
for Nambu, that might make all the difference in combating a menace that
tended to hide underground. Ken dashed to the cockpit, and when he arrived,
he found the Phoenix circling with its targeting computer locked onto
a site in the desert seemingly like any other. / Â÷§Oªºª`®g? ¥L¬ðµM¦aÃö©ó¦a¤Uªº°ò¦°O±o¡C
¤g¦a- ¨ë°©ªº¹p¹F©Î microgravity ¨Æª«ªº¨º´N·|¦b¥L¦Û¤vªº¾Ôª§¤¤µL¦aÀ°§U¤F--¦pªG¥L¥i¥H¦¬¦^¨t²Î·í°µ¤@Ó쫬¬° Nambu ¤§¤@,
¥i¯à¦b©è§Ü¤@Ó®e©ö¦b¦a¤U¦aÂ꺫¯٤豦³©Ò¦³ªº¤£¦P¡C ªÖ®¦²rÂY¨ì¾r¾pû®y¿µ¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¨ì¹Fªº®ÉÔ,¥L¥t¥~¦aµo²{¥H¥¦ªí±¤W¦aºË·Ç¨Fºzªº¦b¤@Ó¦ì¸m¤§¤W³QÂꪺ¹q¸£¥]³ò
ªº»ñ°Ä«°°_¨Ó¹³°_¨Ó¥ô¦ó¡C
Jason was sitting in the command chair while the others stood around him.
"It's all ready to go, G-1. Push the button." / ·í¨ä¾lªÌ¦b¥L©P³ò¯¸¥ßªº®ÉÔ¡A³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b«ü¥O¤è±§¤´È¤l¡C
"¥¦¥þ³£·Ç³Æ¦n¥h,G-1. ±À°Ê¶s¦©¡C"
Ken blinked. About to defer to the gunner, he stopped. Jason had a clear
and calm expression, and the others were looking to him. He had the supposed
experience. They were giving him the honor, dubious as it may be. / ªÖ®¦¯w²´¡C
¤j¬ù©µ´Á¨ì¯¥¤â,¥L°±¤î¡C ³Ç¥Í¦³¤F²M·¡ªº©M¥ÀRªºªí¹F¡A¦Ó¥B¨ä¾lªÌ¥¿¦b´Á«Ý¥L¡C ¥L¦³¤F³Q±À·Qªº¸gÅç¡C ¥LÌ¥¿¦bµ¹¥LºaÅA, ¥iºÃªº·í¥¦¥i¯à¬O¡C
Reaching forward, Ken pressed the button and fired the bird missile with
all the joy of a second grader at the end of summer vacation. / ¦V«e¦a¨ì¹F,ªÖ®¦¦b®L¤Ñ°²´Á©³«ö¤F«ö¶s¦Ó¥B¥Î²Ä¤GÓ¦~¯Å¥Íªº©Ò¦³Åw³ßµo®g³¾¸¼u¡C
Momentarily, the missile connected. The flashing explosion looked dull
and distant on the forward screens. Ken watched from within a cloud of
silence. / ¼È®É¦a¡A¸¼u³s±µ¡C °{Ã{Ãz¬µ¦b¦V«eªº¿Ã¹õ¤W¬Ý°_¨Ó¿ð¶wªº©M»·¡C ªÖ®¦±q¤@¤j°ï¨HÀq¤§¤º¬Ý¡C
I'm not ready to do this again full time. He looked at Jason. I'm not
ready to see this whole war reenacted knowing its outcome. I'll just keep
trying to change things that are bound to happen anyhow. I'll try until
I'm all out of strength, and then when even worse things happen, I'll
wonder if I've done any good at all in either war. / §ÚÁÙ¨S·Ç³Æ¦n¦A¤@¦¸§¹¥þ¦a°µ³o®É¶¡¡C
¥L¬Ý³Ç¥Í¡C §ÚÁÙ¨S·Ç³Æ¦n¬Ý¨£³o¤@Ó³Q¦A§êºtª¾¹D¥¦ªºµ²ªG¾ãÓªº¾Ôª§¡C §Ú±N¶È¶ÈÄ~Äò¹Á¸Õ§ïÅܱoªº¨Æª«µL½×¦p¦óµo¥Í¡C §Ú±N¸Õª½¨ì§Ú¥þ³£¶W¥X¤O¶q,µM«á·í¬Æ¦Ü¤ñ¸ûÁVªº¨Æª«µo¥Íªº®ÉÔ,
§Ú±NÃhºÃ¦pªG§Ú¤w¸g¦b¥ô¤@¾Ôª§¤¤¥þµM°µ¥ô¦óªº¦n³B¡C
The lower cameras showed the ISO's ground forces cheering the Phoenix
as Tiny dipped his wings in a salute. "They always like us to take
the final shot," he said. "They'll handle the cleanup for us."
Jason said, "Take us home, Tiny." / ¸û§Cªº¬Û¾÷Åã¥Ü¤F¹ª»R»ñ°Ä«° ªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªº¤g¦ax¶¤·í°µ·¥¤pªº®û§¯¥ªº¥L¯Í»H¡C
"¥LÌÁ`¬O³ßÅw§Ú̱a³Ì«áªºª`®g",¥L»¡¡C "¥ḺN¬°§Ú̳B²z²M°£" ¡C ³Ç¥Í»¡,"®³§Ú̦^®a,·¥¤pªº".
Eyes downcast, Ken took his seat at the center console and watched as
Tiny set the course and changed the transponder from the code for "battle
in progress--stay clear" to 7797, the Phoenix's special code. Jason
asked Princess to open a line to Chief Anderson, and when the Chief appeared
on camera, Jason rose from his seat and addressed the man as formally
as he could manage. Ken could hear the nervous note in Jason's voice.
He must never have led a mission before, or else he'd never been allowed
to do so in Mark's presence. Everything had gone as it ought to have.
Ken knew they had no reason to feel anything but proud. / ®ð¾kªº²´·ú, ªÖ®¦¦b¤¤¥¡ªº±±¨îÂi¦û¾Ú¥Lªº®y¦ì¦Ó¥B¬Ý·í°µ·¥¤pªº³Q³]©w½Òµ{¦Ó¥B§ïÅܤF¨Ó¦Û±K½Xªº²§ÀW¹p¹F¦¬µo¾÷¬°
"¶i¨Bªº¾Ôª§--°±¯d²M°£" ¨ì 7797,»ñ°Ä«°ªº¯S§O±K½X¡C ³Ç¥Ín¨D¤½¥D¹ï¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¶}©ñ¤@±ø½u¡A¦Ó¥B·í»â³S¦b¬Û¾÷¤W¥X²{ªº®ÉÔ,³Ç¥Í±q¥Lªº®y¦ì¤W¤É¦Ó¥B¹³¥L¥i¥H³B²z¤@¼Ëªº¥¿¦¡¦a¦V¨k¤Hºt»¡¤F¡C
ªÖ®¦¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì³Ç¥ÍªºÁnµ¯«¸gºò±iªºªþµù¡C ¥L¤@©wn±q¤£¥H«e¤w¸g¤Þ¾É¤@Ó¥ô°È,©Î§_«h¥L±q¥¼³Q¤¹³\¦b°¨§J±«e³o»ò°µ¡C ·í¥¦À³¸Ó¦³ªº®ÉÔ¡A¨C¥ó¨Æª«¤w¸g¥h¡C
ªÖ®¦»{ÃѤF¥L̳Q¨S¦³²z¥Ñı±o¨M¤£Åº¶Æ¡C
The Chief dismissed them from onscreen, and Jason left the cockpit. /
»â³S¸Ñ´²¤F¥Ḻq¿Ã¹õ¤Wªº,¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í¯d¤U¤F¾r¾pû®y¿µ¡C
Princess said, "That went a lot easier than it could have."
/ ¤½¥D»¡," ¨º¥h¤@Ó®e©ö©ó¥¦ªº¹B®ð¥i¥H¦³".
Keyop giggled. "Did you see how I got that one? One shot, and BOOM!"
/ Keyop ¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C "§A¬Ý¨£§Ú¦p¦ó±o¨ì¤F¨º¤@Ó¶Ü? ¤@®gÀ», ©MÁcºa!"
Ken said, "Where'd Jason go?" / ªÖ®¦»¡,"Where'd ³Ç¥Í¥h"?
"Right here." Jason returned through the back door. "I
forgot, it's probably not kosher for me to put on the walkman when I'm
the one in charge." / "´N¦b³o¸Ì". ³Ç¥ÍÂkÁÙ¹L«áªù¡C " §Ú§Ñ°O, ¥¦¥i¯à¤£¬O¦XµS¤Ó¤H§Ù«ßÅý§Ú¬ï¤WÀH¨Å¥·í§Ú¬O¨º¤@Óªº®ÉÔ´xºÞ".
Princess looked at him tolerantly, then glanced at Ken and tried not to
giggle. / ¤½¥D¼e®e¦a¬Ý¥L, µM«áª`µøªÖ®¦¦Ó¥B¹Á¸Õ¤£n¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
"So to hell with it--this time, you're all listening." Jason
settled himself back into the command chair and popped his cassette into
the Phoenixâs onboard radio. "And best of all, Mark has nothing to
say about it." / "¦p¦¹¹ï¦aº»¥H¥¦--³o¦¸¡A§A¥þ³¡¥¿¦bÅ¥". ³Ç¥Í¦bªO¤l¤W¶i¤J»ñ°Ä«°âs¤§¤º¦V«á¦a¶i¤J«ü¥O¤§¤º¦w¹y¤F¥L¦Û¤v´È¤l¨Ã¥B¨ú¥X¥Lªº¥d±a¦¬µ¾÷¡C
" ¦Ó¥B¥þ³¡ªº³Ì¦n,°¨§J¤£µoªí·N¨£Ãö©ó¥¦".
Ken shivered. Mark. Something about Mark-- / ªÖ®¦¥´Å¸¡C °¨§J¡C Ãö©ó°¨§Jªº¬Y¨Æ--
Tiny sighed. "You know, when I'm riding in your car, you keep telling
me the driver decides the music." / ·¥¤pªº¼Û®§¡C "§Aª¾¹D,·í§Ú¥¿¦b·f¼§Aªº¨T¨®®ÉÔ,§AÄ~Äò§i¶D§Ú¾r¾pû¨M©wµ¼Ö"
¡C
"Insubordination?" Jason shot Tiny a glare that dissolved when
Tiny grinned back at him. Ken watched them exchange a friendly shove or
two as the music started. / "¤£¶¶±q"? ³Ç¥Í®gÀ»·¥¤pªº·»¸Ñ°{Ä£¥ú·í·¥¤pªº¦V«á¦a¦b¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
·íµ¼Ö¶}©lªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦¬Ý¥L̥洫¤@©Î¤G¤Í¦nªº±À¡C
"Show me someone who makes a difference. / "µ¹§Ú¬Ý¦³®t§Oªº¬Y¤H¡C
Show me someone who's brave when he needs to be. / Åã¥Ü§Ú¬Y¤H·í¥L»Ýn·íªº®ÉÔ½Ö¬O«i´±ªº¡C
I just need to see / §Ú¶È¶È»Ýn¬Ý¨£
Someone who cares enough that he would risk his life / ¬Y¤H½Ö·Ó®Æ¥L±N·|«_µÛ¥Lªº¥Í¬¡¦MÀIªº¥R¨¬
For the love of what he's come to believe. / ¹ï©ó¥L³Q¨Ó¬Û«Hªº·R¡C
But you say that a man like that wouldn't last in a world like this. /
¦ý¬O§A»¡¤@Ó¨k¤H³ßÅw¨º±N¤£¦b¹³³o¤@¼Ëªº¤@Ó¥@¬É¤¤«ùÄò¡C
Well, I believe that the world won't last while the man like that don't
exist. / ¦n§a¡A§Ú¬Û«H¥@¬É³Ì«á¤£±N·í¨k¤H³ßÅw¨º¤£¦s¦bªº®ÉÔ¡C
So I'm looking for a few good men--" / ¦]¦¹§Ú¥¿¦b§ä´M¤@¨Ç¦n¨k¤H--"
Ken closed his eyes. Jason, looking so pleased with himself--the image
seemed burned into his brain. But at the same time, he saw an image of
Jason if he followed this war through to the very bitter end as Joe had.
And survived. This Jason had sharp eyes burning into him. This Jason--this
Joe--had a feral grin and an older, more battered countenance. The face
hovered in his mind against a backdrop of blackness. / ªÖ®¦Ãö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C ³Ç¥Í,©M¥L¦Û¤v¬Ý°_¨Ó¦p¦¹°ª¿³--¼v¹³¶i¤J¥Lªº¸£¤§¤º¦ü¥G¿U¿N¡C
¦ý¬O§_·í³ì¦³ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¹ï«D±`µhWªºµ²§ô¬ï¶V¸òÀH³o¤@Ó¾Ôª§¡A¦P®É¡A¥L¬Ý¨£³Ç¥Íªº¤@Ó¼v¹³¡C ¦Ó¥BÄ~Äò¥Í¦s¡C ³o³Ç¥Í¶i¤J¥L¤§¤ºÅý¾U§Qªº²´·ú¿U¿N¡C
³o³Ç¥Í--³o³ì--¦³¤F³¥¥ÍªºÅS¾¦¯º©M¸ê²`ªÌ,§ó¦hºV¥´¤F±®e¡C Áy¦b¹ï§Ü¶Âªº¤@ÓI´º¹õªº¥L¤ß¤¤½L±Û¡C
"There's a lot of things working against me, but I know I can't lose.
/ "¦³¤u§@¹ï§Ü§Ú ªº³\¦h¨Æª«¡A¦ý¬O§Úª¾¹D§Ú¤£¯à¥¢¥h¡C
And there's a lot of miles still between me and my home. But I've learned
a lot through the years. / ¦Ó¥B¦b§Ú©M§Úªº®a¤§¶¡¤´µM¦³³\¦hù¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú¾ã¼Æ¦~¤w¸g¾Ç²ß«Ü¦h¡C
Now I'm more than just young." / ²{¦b§Ú«Ü¥¿ª½ªº¦~»´¡C"
Jason's music didn't sound like the music Joe normally listened to. Joe
liked it harder, less lyrical. Ken could tell Jason was listening to the
words. Princess was asking a question about the album, and Jason said
someone (Cassie?) had played it at the track and he'd won the race, so
it couldn't be all bad. / ³Ç¥Íªºµ¼Ö¨S¦³¥¿±`¦aÅ¥°_¨Ó¹³µ¼Ö³ì¤@¼ËÅ¥¨ì¡C ³ì§ó§V¤O¦a³ßÅw¥¦,¤ñ¸û¤£§ç±¡¸Ö½Õ¡C ªÖ®¦¥i¥H§i¶D¡A³Ç¥Í¥¿¦bÅ¥¨ì¦r¡C
¤½¥D¥¿¦b°ÝÃö©ó¬Û諸¤@Ó°ÝÃD¡A¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í»¡¤F¬Y¤H (Cassie?) ¤w¸g¦by¹Dª±¥¦¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦³¾Æ±o¤F¤ñÁÉ¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥¦¤£¥i¯à¬O¥þ³¡Ãa¡C
If he were in command of the Phoenix, Ken would use this time to review
the mission and determine where the team could have improved. Of course,
after ten minutes or so, Jinpei would have begun daydreaming, but Jun
and Ryu would have seriously dissected their every movement and debated
their strategy in retrospect. Joe--what would Joe have done? Every time
Ken closed his eyes, he saw Jason instead. Many more days of this life
and he'd have completely overwritten Joe with details of Jason. He'd spent
two years wishing the sense of Joe nearby would fade and just let Joe
be dead. Now that it had, he could swear his ears rang with Joe saying
"I'll be watching." / ¦pªG¥L¦b»ñ°Ä«°ªº«ü¥O¤è±, ªÖ®¦³o¦¸±N·|¨Ï¥ÎÀË°Q¥ô°È¦Ó¥B¨M©w¦bþ¸Ì¤p²ÕÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H§ï¨}¡C
·íµM¡A¦b¤Q¤ÀÄÁ¥ª¥k¤§«á¡A Jinpei ·|¶}©l°µ¥Õ¤é¹Ú¡A¦ý¬O¤»¤ë©M Ryu ±N·|ÄY«¦a¤w¸g¸Ñå¥L̪º¨C¦¸¹B°Ê¦Ó¥BÅG½×¦^ÅUªº¥L̵¦²¤¡C ³ì--
¤°»ò³ì±N·|¤w¸g°µ¶Ü? ¨C¤@¦¸ªÖ®¦Ãö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú,¥L§ï¬°¬Ý¨£³Ç¥Í¡C §ó¦h¼Æ¤Ñªº³o¥Í¬¡©M¥L¦³§¹¥þ¦a¤w¸g¥Î³Ç¥Íªº²Ó¸`«¼g³ì¡C ¥L¦³«×¹L¤G¦~Ä@³ì·P¦bªþªñ±N·|¿Æ¦â¦Ó¥BèèÅý³ì¦º¡C
¬JµM¥¦¦³,¥L¥i¥Hµo»}¥Lªº»P»¡ ªº³ì¤@°_»ïÅTªº¦Õ¦· "§Ú±N¬Ý" ¡C
Ken closed his eyes with a shudder, groping through his thoughts hand-over-hand;
he let his mind wander. His team back at home--what were they doing now
with their substitute Ken? He tried to imagine them and came up with the
thought that they were on a mission. He imagined a large cavern lined
by columns and several tiers of masonry. In the center towered a generator
with computer terminals at the base. Standing at the edge of one of the
rock ledges, Ken watched the generator firing at himself until his hands
glowed and his birdstyle trembled with the power. Then, as he opened his
eyes, the sensation faded, and he found himself back in the cockpit. /
ªÖ®¦¥Î¤@ºØ¾Ô·XÃö³¬¥Lªº²´·ú, ±´¯Áªº¬ï¶V¥Lªº·Qªk¶Ç»¼-¦b-¤§¤W¤â; ¥LÅý¥Lªº¤ß¹C¿º¡C ¦b®aªº¥L¤p²ÕI±-- ²{¦b¥L̬O¤°»ò©M¥L̪º´À¥NªÖ®¦°µ?
¥L¸ÕµÛ·Q¹³¥L̦ӥB´£¥X·Qªk¥L̦b¤@Ó¥ô°È¤W¡C ¥L·Q¹³¤F¤@Ó³Q¥Û¤uªº±MÄæ©M¤@¨Ç¦C±Æ¦¨¤@¦æªº¤j¥¨¥Þ¡C ¦b¤¤¤ß¤¤¥Ñ©ó¦b°ò¦ªº¹q¸£²×ÂI°ªÁq¤@Óµo¹q¾÷¡C
¦b©¥¥Û©¥¬[¤§¤@ªºÃä½t¯¸¥ß,ªÖ®¦¦b¥L¦Û¤v¬Ý¤Fµo¹q¾÷¶}¤õª½¨ì¥Lªº³Qµo¬õ¥úªº¤â©M»P¤O¶q¤@°_¾Ô·Xªº¥L birdstyle¡C µM«á,¦p¦P¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡A¤w¿Æ¦âªº·Pı¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦b¾r¾pû®y¿µ¤¤¦V«á¦aµo²{¥L¦Û¤v¤@¼Ë¡C
"Grieve later," he heard Joe saying. / "µy«á´d¶Ë",¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F³ì±Ôz¡C
That was weird. He shook his head. / ¨º¬O©Ç²§ªº¡C ¥L·nÀY¡C
Princess said, "Ken, you look a little pale." / ¤½¥D»¡,"ªÖ®¦,§A¬Ý¤@Ó¤p¬]Äæ".
"I'm a bit cold." He looked around--he was coming back to himself
only slowly, and he could almost hear Joe's distinctive voice: "I
was true to my word. I protected you. Don't betray me for them."
/ "§Ú¬O¤@ÂIÂI·P«_" ¡C ¥L¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý--¥L¥¿¦b¥u¦³ºCºC¦a¦^¨ì¥L¦Û¤v¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥i¥H´X¥GÅ¥¨ì³ìªº¦³¯S¦âªºÁnµ: "§Ú©¾©ó§Ú©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü¡C
§Ú«OÅ@¤F§A¡C ¤£n¬°¥LÌ¥X½æ§Ú¡C"
Ken's hair stood on end. Is forgetting you a betrayal? Isn't it enough
to hurt for two years? Is remembering you the way to bring you back? /
ªÖ®¦ªºÀY¾v³sÄò¯¸¥ß¡C ¥¿¦b§Ñ°O§A¤@ÓI«q? ¶Ë®`¤G¦~¤£¬O¥R¨¬¶Ü? ¥¿¦b°O±o§A¤è¦¡§â§A±a¦^¨Ó?
In the lingering dream, Joe said, "Let me stay dead." / ¦b³r¯d¹Ú¤¤¡A³ì»¡,"Åý§Ú°±¯d¦º".
He must have dozed off and dreamed all that--he told himself it had to
have been a dream. A different song was playing now, though obviously
the same singer. / ¥L¤@©w´¿¸g¤pºÎ¦Ó¥B°µ¹Ú¥þ³¡¹L--¥L§i¶D¥L¦Û¤v¥¦¥²¶·¤w¸g¬O¤@Ó¹Ú¡C ¤@º¤£¦Pªººq¥¿¦b²{¦bª±, ÁöµM©úÅã¦a¬Û¦Pªººq¤â¡C
"The Jordan is waiting for me to cross through. / "³ìµn¥¿¦bµ¥Ô§Ú¥æ¤e¹L¡C
My heart is aging I can tell..." / §Úªº¤ß¬OÅܦѧگà§i¶D¡C¡C¡C"
Jason was actually singing under his breath, and Ken sat forward under
pretense of looking at his monitors. The kid couldn't sing to save his
life, but at least his phrasing was decent enough. Ken had no trouble
understanding the song. / ³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b¹ê»Ú¤W¦b¥Lªº©I§l¤§¤U°Û¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦¦V«e¦a¦b¬Ý¥LªººÊµø¾¹ªºÂǤf¤§¤U§¤¡C ¤p«Ä¤£¥i¥H°Û¸Ñ±Ï¥Lªº¥Í¬¡¡A¦ý¬O¦Ü¤Ö¥Lªº»yªk°÷¬Û·í¦nªº¡C
ªÖ®¦¦b¤F¸Ñºq¤è±¨S¦³³Â·Ð¡C
"This life has shown me how we're mended and how we're torn. / "³o¥Í¬¡¤w¸gÅã¥Ü§Ú§Ú̦p¦ó³Qקï©M§Ú̦p¦ó³Q¼¹¶}¡C
How it's okay to be lonely as long as you're free." / ¦p¦ó¥un§A¬O¦³ªÅªº¡A¬O©t³æªº¬O¦n¡C"
His eyes widened. This was Jason--this was Joe. / ¥Lªº²´·úÂX¤j¡C ³o¬O³Ç¥Í--³o¬O³ì¡C
"And now that it's done, / " ¦Ó¥B¥¦³Q°µªº²{¦b,
If they dressed me like a pauper, or if they dined me like a prince, /
¦pªG¥L̬ïµÛ§Ú³ßÅw¤@Ó³h¥Á, ©Î¦pªG¥L̥Υ¿À\§Ú³ßÅw¤@¦ì¤ý¤l,
If they lay me with my fathers, or if my ashes scatter on the wind-- /
¦pªG¥LÌ©M§Úªº¤÷¿Ë»P§Ú©Ê¥æ, ©Î§Úªº¦ÇÂu¦b·¤W´²§G--
I don't care." / §Ú¤£Ãö¤ß¡C"
Ken felt his throat tighten. / ·Pı¥Lªº«|³ïªÖ®¦°Çºò¡C
"But when I leave, I want to go out like Elijah / " ¦ý¬O§Ú¦ó®ÉÂ÷¶},§Ú·Qn¥~¥X¬Û¦üªº¥H§Q¨È
With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire. / ÂǥѤ@°}±Û·±À°Ê§Úªº¤õ¤G½ü¾Ô¨®¡C
And when I look back on the stars, / ¦Ó¥B§Ú¦ó®É¦^ÅU¬P,
They'll be like a candlelight in Central Park. / ¥ḺN¦b¤¤¥¡ªº¤½¶é¤¤¹³¤@ÓÀë¤õ¡C
And it won't break my heart to say good-bye." / ¦Ó¥B¥¦±N¤£¶Ë§Úªº¤ß»¡¦A¨£¡C"
Ken's heart pounded, and he studied the figure in Joe's uniform. Did he
mean all that, or had he picked this album without a thought for how Ken
would hear it? Because they both knew Ken had said good-bye two horrible
years earlier, and because Joe had scattered to the wind and sailed into
the darkness without any fear or any regret. For two years, though, Ken
had felt the fear and the regret for him, trying to hold the scattered
pieces of a life broken apart by forces larger than any of them. Grabbing
tightly to the remaining ones hadn't replaced him, only changed their
relationships to each other. Jun got too close, Ryu too far, and Jinpei
had gone about the business of growing up. It was all wrong--only here
was another Joe telling him that no, it was all right. / ªÖ®¦ªº¤ß±j¯P¥´À»¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¾Ç²ß¤F³ìªº¨îªA¼Æ¦r¡C
¦]¬°ªÖ®¦±N·|¦p¦óÅ¥¨ì¥¦¡A¥L¥þ³¡·N¿×¨º, ©Î¬D¿ï¥L¨S¦³¤@Ó·Qªkªº³o¤@¥»¬Ûï¶Ü? ¦]¬°¥LÌdz£»{ÃѤFªÖ®¦¤w¸g»¡¦A¨£¤G¥i©Èªº¼Æ¦~¦¨Ç®ÉÔ¡A¦Ó¥B¦]¬°³ì¤w¸g¹ï·´²§G¨Ã¥B¶i¤J¨S¦³¥ô¦óªº®£Äß©Î¥ô¦óªº¿ò¾Ñ¶Â·t¤§¤º¯è¦æ¡C
¤G¦~¥H¨Ó¡AÁöµM¡AªÖ®¦¤w¸g¬°¥L·Pı®£Äß©M¿ò¾Ñ, ¹Á¸ÕÂ÷´²ªº¤À§O¦a³Q¤ñ¥L̤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¤jªºx¶¤¥´¯}ªº¥Í¬¡Á|¦æ¶ô¡C ºòºò¦a§ì¨ì³Q¦³¤£´À´«¥Lªº³Ñ¾l¤@¨Ç,
¥u±N¥L̪ºÃö«Y´«¦¨©¼¦¹¡C ³Q¤Ó±µªñ¤Fªº¤»¤ë¡A¤Ó»·ªº Ryu, ¦Ó¥B Jinpei ¤w¸g³B²z¼W¥[ªº¥Í·N¦b¤W±¡C ¥¦¥þ³¡¿ù»~--°ß¤@ªº³o¸Ì¬O§i¶D¥L
ªº¥t¥~³ì¡A¤£¡A¥¦¬O¨SÃö«Y¡C
In some other universe, just maybe, Joe didn't have to die in order to
prove he was one of those few good men. Maybe here Jason could somehow
elude the fire that could consume him and then end up consuming all the
rest. Maybe, Ken thought to himself, I can help him do that. If Joe is
dead and Joe's at peace with it, then the least I should do is make peace
with it--with him--myself. / ¦b¤@¨Ç¨ä¥Lªº¦t©z¤¤¡A¶È¶È¤]³\¡A³ì¨S¦³¶·¬°¤FnÃÒ©ú , ¦º¥L¬O¨º¨Çªº¨ä¤¤¤@ӫܤ֪º¦n¨k¤H¡C
¤]³\¦b³o¸Ì³Ç¥Í¥i¥H¤£ª¾¦ó¬G°kÁ×¥i¥H®ø¶O¥LµM«á³Ì«á®ø¯Ó©Ò¦³ªº¨ä¾lªÌªº¤õ¡C ¤]³\¡AªÖ®¦¹ï¥L¦Û¤v·Q,§Ú¯àÀ°§U¥L°µ¨º¡C ¦pªG³ì¦º©M¥Ñ©ó¥¦³ìªº¦b©M¥,
µM«á§ÚÀ³¸Ó°µªº³Ì¤Ö¬O¥Î¥¦§@©M¥--¥Ñ©ó¥L--§Ú¦Û¤v¡C
Tiny announced their arrival in New York, and Jason snapped off the tape
to prepare for their final descent. Eyes lowered, Ken only watched the
numbers on his console spiraling down to zero. / ·¥¤pªº¦b¯Ã¬ù«Å§G¥L̪º©è¹F,¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í§éÂ_¿ýµ±a·Ç³Æ¥L̪º³Ì«á°¸¨¡C
²´·ú°§C,ªÖ®¦¥u¬Ý¤F¦b¥Lªº¦¨Á³±Ûª¬¤U°¤U¨ÓÂk¹s ªº±±¨îÂi¤Wªº¼Æ¦r¡C
---
So quick was Mark's passage into shadow that his eyes barely had time
to adjust. Something snagged his arm, a hand clamped tight around his
bicep, and someone yanked him forcibly from the clearing and behind a
column. "Watch it," a frighteningly deep voice hissed in his
ear. "There are tripwires everywhere." / ¦p¦¹ªº§Ö¬O°¨§Jªº³q¹D¶i¤J¼v¹³¤§¤º¥HP©ó¥Lªº²´·ú´X¥G¦³¤F®É¶¡½Õ¾ã¡C
¬Y¨Æ²Ê¿i¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu,¤@°¦¤â¦b¥Lªº bicep ªº©P³òºòºò¦a§¨ºò¡A¦Ó¥B¬Y¤H±q²M±½©M¦b±MÄæ«á±±j¨î¦a±j©Ô¤F¥L¡C "¬Ý¥¦",¤@ºØ¥O¤H®£Äß²`ªºÁnµ¦b¥Lªº¦Õ¦·¤¤µo¥X¼NÁn¡C
"¦U³B¦³ tripwires" ¡C
Mark glared, blinking until the darkness resolved into a familiar face
and form. The older man was breathing hard, sharp eyes burning into him.
"Joe?" / °¨§Jµo¯t¥ú,¯w²´ª½¨ì¶Â·t¶i¤J¤@ºØ¼ô±xªºÁy©M§Î¦¡¤§¤º¨M©w¡C ¸û¦~ªøªº¨k¤H¥¿¦b§V¤O¦a©I§l,¶i¤J¥L¤§¤º¿U¿N
ªº¾U§Q²´·ú¡C "³ì"?
"That's my name. Don't wear it out." / "¨º¬O§Úªº¦W¦r¡C ¤£n¬ïµÛ¥X¥¦¡C"
Mark jerked his arm free. "Where the hell have you been?" /
°¨§J¦Û¥ÑµjÅˤF¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C " ¦bþ¸Ì¦aº»§A¬O"?
"Waiting for you." Joe grinned ferally. "I knew you'd be
back. Ken would've returned to take out the generator. I figured you'd
do the same." / µ¥Ô§A¡C ³ì³¥¥Í¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C "§Ú»{ÃѤF§A±N·|¦^¨Ó¡C ªÖ®¦ would've ¦^¨ì¨ú¥Xµo¹q¾÷¡C
§Úºtºâ§A±N·|°µ¤@¼Ëªº¡C"
He doesn't even seem surprised I'm not Ken. "You know about the switch."
/ ¥L¤£¬Æ¦Ü¦ü¥G·P¨ìÅå³Y§Ú¤£¬OªÖ®¦¡C "§Aª¾¹D¶}Ãö" ¡C
Joe nodded. / ³ìÂIÀY¡C
"You realize that destroying it might strand me here. It might strand
Ken wherever he is." / " §A¤F¸Ñ¨º¯}Ãa¥¦¥i¯à¦b³o¸ÌÀÁ²L§Ú¡C ¥¦µL½×¥L¦b¦ó³B¥i¯àÀÁ²LªÖ®¦¡C"
Joe's grin faded. "We can't let it continue to run regardless--Nambu's
probably been trying to protect everyone and holding up progress. I've
been instructed in how to get that machine to return you to your rightful
place, but you'll have to be the one to set everything up. It treats me
like a fucking lightning rod. This is as close as I get." From the
darkness he produced the box Mark had seen him carrying earlier. "This
will disrupt the generator if you activate it close enough." / ¤w¿Æ¦âªº³ìÅS¾¦¯º¡C
" §Ṳ́£¯àÅý¥¦Ä~Äò¶]¤£ºÞ--¥i¯à¹Á¸Õ¦b¶i¨B¤W±«OÅ@¨CÓ¤H©M§â«ùªº Nambu's¡C §Ú¦b¸Ó¦p¦ó±o¨ì¤w¸g³Q±Ð¾÷¾¹ÂkÁÙ§Aµ¹§Aªº¦Xªk¦a¤è,¦ý¬O§A±N¥²¶·¦V¤W¬O¹ï³]©wªº¨C¥ó¨Æª«ªº¨º¤@Ó¡C
¥¦¹ï«Ý§Ú³ßÅw¤@¤ä©Ê¥æ°{¹q¬ñ¡C ³o¬O¹³§Ú±o¨ì¤@¼Ëªº±µªñ¡C" ±q¶Â·t¥L¥Í²£²°¤l°¨§J¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¥L¦¨Ç®ÉÔÄâ±a¡C "¦pªG§A¨ë¿E¥¦±µªñªº¥R¨¬¡A³o±N¥´¶Ãµo¹q¾÷"
¡C
"What qualifies as close enough?" / " ¤°»ò¨ú±o¸ê®æ·í°µ±µªñ¦a¨¬°÷"?
"Direct contact." / "«ü¥Ü³sµ¸" ¡C
Mark stared at the clearing, the yards of no-man's land between the columns
and the generator. "Can't you just shoot out the terminals?"
/ °¨§J¨nµÛ²M±½¬Ý,¦b±MÄæ©Mµo¹q¾÷¤§¶¡ªº¤£®e©öÅ¥¸Üªº¤H¤g¦aªº½X¡C " ¤£¯à§A¥¿ª½ªººjÀ»²×ÂI"?
Joe snorted, a gesture so much like Jason's. "Redundant. There's
a remote control center that'll take over if this one's damaged. That
and nothing metal gets through the outer field. The generator arcs to
it, fries whatever's caught in the field, and sets off the alarm."
/ ³ì¼QµÛ®ð§ËÅT»ó¤l, ¤@Ó¤â¶Õ³o»ò¦h¬Û¦üªº³Ç¥Í¡C "¦h¾lªº¡C ¦³»»»·ªº±±¨î¤¤¤ß that'll ±µºÞ¦pªG³Q·l®`ªº³o¤@Ó¡C ¨º¦Ó¥B²@¤£ª÷Äݳq¹L¥~³¡ªº»â°ì¡C
¹ï¥¦ªºµo¹q¾÷©·, µL½×¤°»òÁ¦±ø¦b»â°ì¤¤®·®», ¦Ó¥B¥Xµoĵ³ø¡C"
"Damn." That meant he'd have to leave his weapons behind, including
his belt and bracelet--his birdstyle and all the protection it offered.
If he set off an alarm and the guards poured in, he'd face them unarmed.
/ "¤@ÂI". ¨º·N¿×¥L±N·|¥²¶·§Ñ°O¥LªºªZ¾¹,¥]¬A¥Lªº±a¤l©M¤âÅN-- ¥Lªº birdstyle ©M©Ò¦³ªº«OÅ@¥¦´£¨Ñ¡C ¦pªG¥L¥Xµo¤@Ánĵ³ø¡A¦Ó¥B¦u½Ãª`¤J,
¥L±N·|±¹ï¥L̨S±aºjªº¡C
Joe must have read his mind. "I'll be watching your back." /
³ì¤@©w´¿¸gŪ¥Lªº¤ß¹L¡C "§Ú±N¬Ý§AªºI³¡" ¡C
"What makes you think I can trust you?" / " ¤°»ò¨Ï§A»{¬°§Ú¯à«H¿à§A"?
"What choice do you have?" His grin returned; Jason's grin,
only more bitter. / "§A¬O¦³¤°»ò¿ï¾Ü"? ¥LªºÅS¾¦¯ºÂkÁÙ; ³Ç¥ÍªºÅS¾¦¯º,¥u¦³¤ñ¸û«D±`¡C
Mark looked at the box in his hands. "What about this? Is there metal
inside?" / °¨§J¬Ý¥Lªº¤â²°¤l¡C "³o«ç»ò¼Ë? ¦³ª÷Äݶi¸Ì±¶Ü?"
"It's shielded. Small amounts of metal will get through." /
"¥¦³Q¾B½ª¡C ¤p¶qªºª÷ÄݱN³q¹L¡C"
Gritting his teeth, Mark pulled off his bracelet and laid it on the floor.
Instantly his birdstyle faded. Joe's eyes widened slightly, then he looked
away. Mark fished in his pockets and handed Joe his keys and seventy-eight
cents in loose change. "Tell me one thing first," he said. "Just
one thing. The team would give anything to know you're alive. Why the
hell didn't you go back?" / ÂÐ¥H¬âÄt¥Lªº¤ú¾¦,°¨§J¶¶§Q§¹¦¨¥Lªº¤âÅN¦Ó¥B±N¥¦©ñ¦b¦aªO¤W¡C ¥ß§Y¦a¥Lªº birdstyle
¤w¿Æ¦âªº¡C ³ìªº²´·ú¨Ç·L¦aÂX¤j,µM«á¥L¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C °¨§J¦b¥Lªº¤f³U¤¤³¨¨Ã¥B¶Ç»¼¤F³ì¹s¿úªº¥LÆ_°Í©M¤C¤Q¤K¤À¡C "º¥ý§i¶D§Ú¤@¥ó¨Æª«",¥L»¡¡C
" ¥u¬O¤@¥ó¨Æª«¡C ¤p²Õ±N·|¬°¤F¥I¥X¥ô¦ó¥N»ùª¾¹D§A¬¡µÛ¡C ¦aº»¬°¤°»ò¨S¦³§A¦^¥h?"
Joe's head lowered, his face lost in shadow. After a moment, he looked
up at Mark, eyes narrowed. His voice came softer than before. "Because
I can't go back, and I can't tell them because they'd come for me. I'm
not who I was." / ³ìªºÀY°§C,¥LªºÁy¦b¼v¹³¤¤¥¢¥h¡C ¦b¤ù¨è¤§«á¡A¥L¬Ý¦b°¨§J¡A²´·úÁY¤p¤W±¡C ¥LªºÁnµ¨Ó³nªº¶W¹L¦b¤§«e¡C
"¦]¬°¦]¬°¥ḺN·|¬°§Ú¨Ó¡A§Ú¤£¯à¦^¥h¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¤£¯à§i¶D¥LÌ¡C §Ú¬O¤£§Ú¬O½Ö¡C"
"What do you mean?" Mark hissed. / " §A·N¿×¤°»ò"? °¨§Jµo¥X¼NÁn¡C
"I'm a cyborg, damn it!" Joe's voice lowered. "Dr. Rafael,
the man who rescued me, he rebuilt me as a cybernetic weapon. There's
no way they can ever trust me again. You think they'd want me back like
this?" / "§Ú¬O cyborg,¶A©G¥¦"! ³ìªºÁnµ°§C¡C "Rafael ³Õ¤h¡A±Ï¥X¤F§Úªº¨k¤H,¥L¦A«Ø³y§Ú¦p¤@Ó±±¨î½×ªºªZ¾¹¡C
¨S¦³¥LÌ´¿¸g¦A¤@¦¸¯à«H¿à§Úªº¤èªk¡C §A»{¬°¥ḺN·|·Qn§Ú«á±ªº¦PÃþ³o?"
"Why don't you ask them?" / "§A¦ó¤£°Ý¥LÌ"?
"Maybe they don't fight cyborgs back in your world." He nearly
quivered with the tension, his jaw tight. "Get going. We don't have
time." / "¤]³\¥L̦b§Aªº¥@¬É¤¤¤£§â cyborgs ¹ï§Ü¦^¨Ó" ¡C ¥L´X¥G¥Hºò±iŸ§Ý,ºòºò¦aªº¥LÃE¡C
"±o¨ì¥h¡C §Ų́S¦³®É¶¡¡C"
Mark swallowed hard. "Give me instructions--I get up there with this
box that disrupts the generator. Then what?" / °¨§J§V¤O¦a§]¡C "µ¹§Ú«ü¥O--§Ú¦b¨º¸Ì¥H³o¤@Ó¥´¶Ãµo¹q¾÷ªº²°¤l°_§É¡C
µM«á¤°»ò?"
"You'll find a small port alongside one of the monitors--plug in
the box to that jack and turn it on." / "§A±N¾aµo²{¤@Ó¤pªº´ä¤fºÊµø¾¹ -- ¤§¤@±N¹ï¨º¤@Ó´¡®yªº²°¤l´¡¹q¦Ó¥B§â¥¦¥´¶}".
Mark grinned. "Then run like hell?" / °¨§JÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C "µM«á¶]¬Û¦üªº¦aº»"?
"Not just anywhere--run like hell right over here, get back into
birdstyle, and then head up to that spot above the wider columns on the
south end of the room." Joe gestured toward a specific point in the
blackness at the other end of the chamber. Mark squinted, open-mouthed,
then looked back at Joe. "I'll take you there," Joe said. "You'll
have one minute between when you plug in the box and the generator fires
a field at you. That shot of power will activate the bracelet and reproduce
the original conditions that left you stranded here." / " ¤£¶È¶È¦b¥ô¦ó¦a¤è--´N¦b³o¸Ìªº©b¶]¦PÃþ¦aº»,±o¨ìªð¦^
birdstyle, µM«á«e¶iª½¨ì¨ºÓ¦aÂI°ª©ó¦b«n¤è¤Wªº¸û¼e±MÄæ©Ð¶¡ªºµ²§ô". ³ì¦b·|ij«Çªº¥t¤@ºÝ¹ï©ó¶Âªº¯S©wÂI§@¤â¶Õ¡C °¨§J¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´,¤½¶}¸ËµÄ§@¶Õ»¡¸Üªº,µM«á¦^¬Ý³ì¡C
"§Ú±N¦b¨º¸Ì±a§A",³ì»¡¡C " §A±N¦³¤@·L¤pªº¦b·í§A±N²°¤l©Mµo¹q¾÷´¡¹qªº®ÉÔ¤§¶¡¹ï§AÂI¤õ¤@Ó»â°ì¡C ¤O¶qªº¨ºª`®g±N¨ë¿E¤âÅN¦Ó¥B¦A¥Í¦b³o¸Ì¯d¤U§A©t¥ßµL´©ªº³Ìªì±¡ªp¡C"
Mark said, "So then Ken arrives here completely confused, and...?"
/ °¨§J»¡,"¦p¦¹ªºµM«áªÖ®¦¦b³o¸Ì¨ì¹F§¹¥þ¦a²V¶Ã,©M¡C¡C¡C?"
Joe sighed. "You'll have to radio for your teammates. Get them here
in a hurry, and they'll get Ken out again. Fifteen seconds after the generator
targets you, it will target itself and blow sky high." / ³ì¼Û®§¡C "
§A±N¥²¶·¹ï©ó§Aªº¶¤¤Í¦¬µ¾÷¡C ¥^¦£¦b³o¸Ì±o¨ì¥LÌ¡A¦Ó¥B¥ḺN¦A¤@¦¸¦b¥~ª§¨úªÖ®¦¡C µo¹q¾÷«á¤Q¤¬íºË·Ç§A,¥¦±NºË·Ç¥¦¥»¨¦Ó¥B§j¤ÑªÅ°ª«×¡C"
Wide eyed, Mark said, "What kind of a chance does Ken have? He's
not going to know any of this!" / ¼sÁï²´,°¨§J»¡,"ªÖ®¦¦³¤°»òÃþ«¬ªº¤@Ó¾÷·|? ¥L¤£±Nª¾¹D³o¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó!"
"That's why you'll need to get the others--" / "¨º¬O§A¬°¤°»ò±N»Ýn±o¨ì¨ä¾lªÌ--"
"There are no others, damn it! I left Ryu at the entrance with a
jeep, and everyone else is back home sleeping. Ken's done for!" /
"¨S¦³¨ä¥¦,¶A©G¥¦! §Ú¦b©M¤@½ø¦N´¶¨®ªº¤J¤fÂ÷¶} Ryu ¡A¦Ó¥B¨ä¥L¤H¬O«á±ªº®a®xºÎ¯v¡C §¹³J¤FªºªÖ®¦!"
Joe closed his eyes. Mark put the box on the floor. "I'm not going
to haul him back here just to have him die fifteen seconds after he's
home again, so unless you've got a better plan--" / ³ìÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C °¨§J§â²°¤l©ñ¦b¦aªO¡C
"§Ú¤£±N¥u¬O©ì¥L«á±ªº³o¸Ì¦b¥L¦A¤@¦¸¦³¦^®a¤Q¤¬í¤§«áÅý¥L¦º, ¦p¦¹°£«D§A¤w¸g±o¨ì¤@Ó¸û¦nªºp¹º--"
"I'll get him out of here," Joe said. "Is that what you
want?" / "§Ú±N§â¥L»°¥X³o¸Ì",³ì»¡¡C " ¨º¬O¤°»ò§A·Qn"?
"Yes," Mark said. "On your honor, if there is any such
thing in this universe." / "¬Oªº" ¡A°¨§J»¡¡C "¦b§AªººaÅA¤W, ¦pªG¦³³o¦t©zªº¥ô¦ó¦p¦¹ªº¨Æª«".
"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Joe's eyes glittered.
"Try dying for your cause before you play the judge. I'd have expected
better from Ken." / " ¤°»ò¨º©Ê¥æ±À·Q·N¿×"? ³ìªº²´·úÀéÄê¡C "¹Á¸Õ¹ï©ó¦b§A«eªº§A¦]¯À¬O««¦ºªºª±ªk©x¡C
§Ú¦³¤w¸g§ó±qªÖ®¦´Á±æ¡C"
Mark's jaw set, and he returned Joe's glare without flinching. / °¨§Jªº³Q³]©wªºÃE,¦Ó¥B¥L¤£»Ýn¬ÈÁY´NÂkÁÙ¤F³ìªº°{Ä£¥ú¡C
Momentarily, Mark found himself standing at the dark edge of his hiding
spot. Behind him, Joe crouched holding the largest machine gun Mark had
seen in quite a while. "You get that from someone who doesn't need
it any longer?" he'd whispered when Joe had unearthed it from behind
himself, only Joe hadn't cracked a smile. / ¼È®É¦a¡A°¨§Jµo²{¥L¦Û¤v¦b¥LÂæaÂIªº¶Â·tÃä½t¯¸¥ß¡C ¦b¥L«á±¡A³QÃÛ¤Uºû«ù³Ì¤jªº¾÷Ãöºj°¨§Jªº³ì¤w¸g¦b¬Û·í¤@·|¨à¤è±¬Ý¨ì¡C
" §A±o¨ì¨Ó¦Û¬Y¤Hªº¨º½Ö¤£»Ýn¥¦¦A"? ·í³ì¤w¸g±q«á±ªº³¡¤Àµo±¸¥¦¥L¦Û¤vªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¤w¸g¦Õ»y,¤£¹L³ì¨S¦³§Ë¸H¤@Ó·L¯º¡C
The Gallactor guards walked in something of a pattern. Mark got a sense
of it immediately--their patrol looked at first as if it covered all the
room, but in reality, during the moments the guards turned to retrace
their steps, they left a swath of floor uncovered. For about five seconds,
Mark would have a running start. At that point, the guards would turn
and spot him, alarms would ring, and his life would depend on Joe's accuracy
with that megaweapon. / Gallactor ¦u½Ã¨«¤J¦h¤Ö¦³ÂI¹³¤@Ө嫬¡C °¨§J¥ß¨è±o¨ì¤F¤@Ó¥¦ªº·Pı--¦n¹³¥¦²[»\¤F©Ò¦³ªº©Ð¶¡¡A¦ý¬O¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A¦b¤ù¨è´Á¶¡¦u½Ã·Ç³Æ«´y¥L̪º¨BÆJ,¥L̯d¤U¤F³Q²æ´UP·qªº¦aªO¤@Ó¤@¤j¤ù¡A¥L̪º¨µÅÞ°_¥ý¬Ý¡C
¤j¬ù¤¬í¤§¤[¡A°¨§J±N·|¦³¤@Ó¬y°Êªº¶}©l¡C ¨º®É¡A¦u½Ã±N·|Âà¦Ó¥B»{¥X¥L,ĵ³ø±N·|»ïÅT¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¥Í¬¡±N·|¥H¨º megaweapon ¥õ¿à³ìªº·Ç½T©Ê¡C
Mark's hands trembled. Would I trust Jason in this position? He had, once.
Jason had covered for him once during a mission similar to this one, infiltrating
a Spectran mine. When the fighting had started, Jason had remained ensconced
in a niche high up the ceiling while Mark had sailed into the brawl. After
a while he'd stopped noticing the gun's report and concentrated on chasing
down the officer in charge. Only at the end had he turned and seen just
how many Spectrans had come hunting for him. Up until then, it hadn't
seemed to matter. / °¨§Jªº¤â¾Ô·X¡C §Ú±N·|¦b³o¤@Ó¦ì¸m¤¤«H¿à³Ç¥Í¶Ü? ¥L¦³,¤@¥¹¡C ³Ç¥Í¤w¸gÃþ¦ü³o¤@Ó¦b¤@Ó¥ô°Èªº®ÉÔ¬°¥L²[»\¤@¦¸,®û¼í
Spectran §Úªº¡C ·í¾Ô°«¤w¸g¶}©lªº®ÉÔ, ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g«O«ù¦b¤ÑªáªO¤W±¦b¤@Ó¾A·í¦a¤è°ª«×¤¤¦w¹y¤U¨Ó°¨§J¤w¸g¶i¤Jª§§n¤§¤º¯è¦æªº®ÉÔ¡C ¦b¤@·|¨à¤§«á¥L¦³°±¤îª`·Nºjªº³ø§i¦Ó¥B±Mª`©ó°l¤U¨Ó©xû´xºÞ¡C
¥u¦³¦b³Ì«áÂà¦V¥L¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨ì¨s³º¦h¤Ö Spectrans ¤w¸g¬°¥L¨Ó¬¼Ây¡C ª½¨ì¨º®É¡A¥¦¤£¦ü¥G¦³«¤jÃö«Y¡C
So now, Mark took a deep breath, looked at Joe with a nod, then dashed
up his five second corridor. / ¦p¦¹ªº²{¦b¡A°¨§J§@¤F²`ªº©I§l,¬Ý¦³ÂIÀYªº³ì, µM«á¦b¥Lªº¤Ó²Ä¤Gªº¨«´Y¤W±²rÂY¡C
A Gallactor shouted, "Hey--stop!" / Gallactor ©I³Û,"¶Ù--°±¤î"!
Wishing desperately for his birdstyle, Mark tucked as low as he could
while he ran. Gunfire roared all around him, but nothing connected, and
suddenly he found himself within the perimeter of the generator's shielding.
/ ¬°¥Lªº birdstyle µ´±æ¦aÄ@,·í¥L¶]ªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J¾¨¥L©Ò¯à¦a§C¤U¥´¾îÁ·¡C ºjÀ»§q¦b¥Lªº©P³ò¥|³B¡A¦ý¬O¨S¨Æ³s±µ¡A¦Ó¥B¬ðµM¥L¦bµo¹q¾÷ªº«Ì¹j©Pªø¸Ì±µo²{¥L¦Û¤v¡C
Mark had only made it a few steps inside when a bolt of lightning erupted
from the side of the generator and blasted a hole in the cement flooring
behind him. / ·í°{¹qªºªù¬±qµo¹q¾÷ªºÃäÃzµoªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J¥u¦³¤w¸g¨Ï¥¦¦¨¬°¤@¨Ç¨BÆJ¤º³¡¦Ó¥BºR´Ý¦b¥L«á±ªº¤ôªd¦aªOªº¤@Ó¬}¡C
Joe lied to me! Mark hit the floor and rolled to the side, then looked
up as more electrical arcs sprang from the generator. / ³ì¹ï§Ú»¡ÁÀ! °¨§JÀ»¤¤¤F¦aªO¦Ó¥B±²¨ìÃä,
µM«á¬Ý¦b·í¸û¹qªº©·±qµo¹q¾÷¸õ¤W±¡C
Bullets. The Gallactors were still shooting at him. The generator was
protecting him, blasting down each metal projectile as it neared its target.
A Gallactor that had run in after him hadn't put down his gun. The generator
nailed him too. / ¤l¼u¡C Gallactors ¤´µM¥¿¦b¥L®gÀ»¡C µo¹q¾÷¥¿¦b«OÅ@¥L,·í¥¦ªñªº¤F¥¦¥Ø¼Ðªº®ÉÔ¡A¨CÓºR´Ý¤U¨Ó¥Hª÷ÄÝÂл\µo®gÅé¡C
¤w¸g¶]ªº Gallactor ¦b¥L¨S¦³©ñ¤U¥Lªººj¤§«á¡C µo¹q¾÷¤]¥Î°v°v¨c¤F¥L¡C
Mark swallowed as he turned and made his way toward the console. A half
dozen Gallactors had abandoned their posts at the computer terminals and
lifted what appeared to be plastic handguns. Mark ducked to the side and
took out one with a flying kick, then used that man's weapon to bring
down two more. The generator above him continued sending out blinding
rays of light, but Mark kept his head down and refused to look. The remaining
Gallactors he dispatched in a rapid hand-to-hand meeting, breaking one
man's neck, then spinning into a kick that slammed the last two remaining
men into each other. / ·í¥LÂà¦V¨Ã¥B»s³y¹ï©ó±±¨îÂiªº¥L¤èªkªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J§]¡C ¥b¥´ Gallactors ¤w¸g¦b¹q¸£²×ÂI©ß±ó¥L̪ºÂ¾¦ì¦Ó¥BÁ|°_¤°»ò¦ü¥G¬O¶ì½¦ªº¤âºj¡C
°¨§J¨ìÃä¨S¤J¤ô¤¤¦Ó¥B¥H¸ªº½ð¨ú¥X¤@, µM«á¨Ï¥Î¨º¤@Ó¨k¤HªºªZ¾¹¥´Ë¥t¥~¤GÓ¡C ¦b¥L¤W±ªºµo¹q¾÷Ä~Äò°e¥X¥úªº¨Ï¤H¯t¥Øªº¥ú½u¡A¦ý¬O°¨§JÁקK¦MÀI©Î¤À¤ß¦Ó¥B©Úµ´¬Ý¡C
³Ñ¾lªº Gallactors ¥L¦b¤@Ó¨³³tªº·¥ªñ±µªº·|ij¤¤¬£»º,¥´¯}¤@Ó¨k¤Hªº²ä¤l, µM«á¶i¤J²rµMÃö¤W³Ì«á¤H¤G¦ì³Ñ¾lªº¨k¤H¶i©¼¦¹¤§¤ºªº½ð¤§¤º¯¼Â´¡C
Chest heaving, Mark dashed for the row of terminals. Beside one of the
monitors he found the port Joe had mentioned, and as he fitted his device
into the slot, he thanked fate that they both had the right number and
type of pins for each other. Trying this on his PC at home would have
taken at least three different cables. / ¯Ý¥Î¤OÁ|°_,°¨§J¬°²×ÂIªº±Æ²rÂY¡C ¦bºÊµø¾¹¥L¤§¤@®ÇÃäµo²{¡A´ä¤f³ì¤w¸g´£¨ì¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥L¾A¦X¥Lªº¸Ë¸m¶i¤ô·¾¤§¤ºªº®ÉÔ,
¥LÁÂÁ¤F¥LÌdz£¦³¤jÀY°wªº¥¿½T¼Æ¦r©MÃþ«¬µ¹©¼¦¹ªº©R¹B¡C ¦b®a¹Á¸Õ¦b¥LªºÓ¤H¹q¸£¤Wªº³o·|®³¦Ü¤Ö¤T¤£¦Pªº¹qÆl¡C
I'm on my way, then, Mark thought, and he pressed the switch to activate
the device. / §Ú¦b³~¤¤,µM«á¡A°¨§J·Q¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÀ£¶i¤F¶}Ãö¨ë¿E¸Ë¸m¡C
As he dashed back to where Joe waited, Mark realized the gunfire had stopped.
Any remaining Gallactors had either retreated or decided to stay utterly
still. / ·í¥L¦V«á¦a²rÂY¨ì¦b³ìµ¥Ôªº¦a¤è,°¨§J¤F¸Ñ¤FºjÀ»¤w¸g°±¤î¡C ¥ô¦óªº³Ñ¾l Gallactors ¦³©ÎºM°h©Î¨M©w°±¯d§¹¥þÀR¤î¡C
"Here." Joe thrust the bracelet at Mark, and before Mark could
object, Joe had him over his shoulder and was running for the south side
of the chamber. / "¦b³o¸Ì". ³ì´¡¤J¦b°¨§Jªº¤âÅN¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¥i¥H¤Ï¹ï¤§«e¡A³ì¦b¥LªºªÓ¤§¤W¦³¤F¥L¨Ã¥B¥¿¦b¬°·|ij«ÇªºÃä«n³¡Äv¿ï¡C
Mark flashed, once again wearing his birdstyle just in time for Joe to
skid to a stop and throw him up toward the second level of columns. He
got the wings open momentarily to glide to a landing. "You didn't
have to do that," Mark gasped. Joe sprang up beside him a moment
later. "Give me my keys. Keep the change." / °¨§J°{²{, ¦A¤@¦¸¬°³ì¶È¶È¤Î®É¬ïµÛ¥Lªº
birdstyle ¹ï©ó²Ä¤G¼h±MÄæ«b¨®¨ì¤@Ó°±¤î¦Ó¥B¦R¥X¥L¡C ¥L¼È®É¦a±o¨ì¤F¯Í»H¥´¶}·Æ°Ê¨ìµn³°¡C " §A¨S¦³¶·°µ¨º",°¨§J³Ý®ð¡C
³ì¦b¥L®ÇÃä¸õ°_¨Ó¤@¤ù¨è¤§«á¡C "µ¹§Ú§ÚªºÆ_°Í¡C ºû«ù§ïÅÜ¡C"
"Call Ryu down here." Joe thrust the keys at him. "You've
got about ten seconds more in this realm." / "¦b³o¸Ì½Ð¨D Ryu"
¡C ³ì´¡¤J¦b¥LªºÆ_°Í¡C "§A¤w¸g±o¨ì¤j¬ù¤Q¬í³o½d³òªº§ó¦h" ¡C
"Ryu! I need you in the generator room, now! It's going to blow--"
/ "Ryu! §Ú¦bµo¹q¾÷©Ð¶¡¤¤»Ýn§A,²{¦b! ¥¦±Nn§j--"
"All right." / "¦nªº" ¡C
Joe shook his head. "I'll be watching. If you need me--" / ³ì·nÀY¡C
"§Ú±N¬Ý¡C ¦pªG§A»Ýn§Ú--"
"Get back. Five. Four. Three--" / "¦^¨Ó¡C ¤¡C ¥|¡C ¤T--"
Mark had misjudged the seconds. A sudden pulse of energy shot from the
generator and enveloped him in a pearly light that seemed thicker than
air. For a moment he looked ahead and could see two worlds--this dark
world of columns and concrete and machinery, and a familiar cockpit with
four familiar faces. Mark smiled and reached forward. / °¨§J¤w¸g§PÂ_¿ù»~¬í¡C ¯à·½ªº¬ðµM¯ß»K±qµo¹q¾÷®gÀ»¦Ó¥B«H«Ê¤F¥L¦b¤@¦è¬v±ù¤l»´¸Ë¦a¨º¦ü¥G¤ñªÅ®ð«p¡C
¤@·|¨à¥L¦V«e¦a¬Ý¦Ó¥B¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¤GÓ¥@¬É--±MÄæ©M²V¾®¤g©M¾÷¾¹ªº³oӶ·tªº¥@¬É , ©M©M¥|Ó¼ô±xªºÁy¤@Ó¼ô±xªº¾r¾pû®y¿µ¡C °¨§J¦V«e¦a·L¯º¦Ó¥B¨ì¹F¡C
Then, as the light faded, the cockpit vanished as well. The columns solidified
at his back. The concrete returned beneath his feet. Mark doubled forward
and put his face in his hands. / µM«á, ¦p»´¤H¤w¿Æ¦âªº,¾r¾pû®y¿µ¤]®ø¥¢¡C ±MÄæ¦b¥LªºI³¡¾®©T¡C ²V¾®¤g¦b¥Lªº¸}¤§¤UÂkÁÙ¡C
°¨§J¦V«e¦a¥[¿¦Ó¥B§â¥LªºÁy©ñ¤J¥Lªº¤â¡C
"Oh, no--" He took a deep breath and fell to his knees. "Joe?
It's still me." / "®@,¤£--"¥L§@¤F²`ªº©I§l¦Ó¥B¸¨¨ì¥Lªº½¥¡C "³ì? ¥¦¤´µM¬O§Ú¡C"
Joe yanked him backward. "Grieve later--get over here--" / ³ì¦V«á¦a±j©Ô¥L¡C
"µy«á´d¶Ë--§JªA³o¸Ì--"
Mark felt himself pitched into the corner and had just enough time to
try getting his wings up and over Joe, but Joe crushed him down and shielded
him with his own body. The generator gave one shrill whine and blasted
into thousands of pieces. / °¨§J¶i¤J¨¤¸¨¤§¤º·Pı¥L¦Û¤v³Q²Ï¨c¦Ó¥B¦³¤F¶È¶È¥R¨¬ªº®É¶¡¸Õ®³¦V¤Wªº©M¤W±ªº³ìµ¹¥Lªº¯Í»H¡A¦ý¬O³ì§â¥LÀ£¯}¤U¨Ó¦Ó¥B¥Î¥L¦Û¤vªº¨Åé¾B½ª¥L¡C
µo¹q¾÷¶i¤J¼Æ¥H¤dp¶ô¤§¤º´£¨Ñ¤F¦y¾UªºÁnµ©ê«è¦Ó¥BºR´Ý¡C
Keeping his head down, Mark knit his fingers and closed his eyes. Sound
roared indistinctly around him, only gradually resolving into specific
tones. The clatter of falling metal and the rumble of disintegrating masonry
slowly yielded to the plinking of individual pebble-sized chunks of ceiling
and glass. The base had gone dark. Only when the thunder lessened did
Mark realize how hard each breath came. / ÁקK¦MÀI©Î¤À¤ß,°¨§J½s´¥Lªº¤â«ü¦Ó¥BÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C Ánµ¤£©úÁA¦a¦b¥L©P³ò§q,¥u¦³³vº¥¦a¶i¤J¯S©wªº©ú·t¤§¤º¸Ñ¨M¡C
¸¨¤Uªºª÷ÄÝ©MºCºC¦a¤À¸Ñ¥Û¤uªº¶©¶©Ánªº¥d·fÁn²£¥Í¨ì¤ÑªáªO©M¬Á¼þªºÓ§O¤p¶ê¥Û³W¼Ò¤j¶ôªºµo¥X¥m¬ÂÁn¡C °ò¦¤w¸gÅܶ·t¡C ¥u¦³·í¹p¹q´î¤Ö°¨§J¤F¸ÑÃøªº¨C©I§l¦p¦ó³Q´£¥X¶Üªº®ÉÔ¡C
"Shit!" Joe was whispering. "Shit--Rafael promised me that
would work! He swore that was the way to do it!" / "©Ô«Ë"!
³ì¥¿¦b¦Õ»y¡C "ÁT-- Rafael µªÀ³¤F§Ú¨º±N·|¤u§@! ¥L©G½|¨º¬O°µ¥¦ªº¤è¦¡!"
"It nearly did--I saw them for a moment." Mark sat up and sought
out Joe's face. In the dark, he almost could make out Jason's profile.
"It just wasn't enough. I'm no worse off than before." / "¥¦´X¥G°µ--§Ú¬Ý¨£¥L̤@·|¨à".
°¨§J¼õ©]¦Ó¥B´M§ä³ìªºÁy¡C ¦b¶Â·t¤¤¡A¥L´X¥G¥i¥H¤F¸Ñ³Ç¥Íªº´yø¡C "¥¦¶È¶È¤£¬O¥R¨¬ªº¡C §Ú¨S¦³±¡ªp§óÁV¶W¹L¦b¤§«e¡C"
Joe said nothing. / ³ì¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¡C
"Mark?" / "°¨§J"?
Ryu's voice rang through the devastation. Mark shouted, "I'm alive--just
dusty!" / Ryu's ªºÁnµ»ïÅT¹L¯î¼o¡C °¨§J©I³Û," §Ú¬¡µÛ--¶È¶È¦Ç¹Ð¦h"!
"I'm coming. Don't move." / "§Ú¨Ó¤F¡C ¤£n²¾°Ê¡C"
Mark reached for Joe before the other could pull away. "How are you
going to leave?" / ¦b¥t¤@Ó¥i¥H¶}¨«¤§«e , °¨§J¤Î©ó³ì¡C "§A¦p¦ó±NnÂ÷¶}"?
"Same way I got in--on my own." Joe moved so close to Mark his
breath made Mark's hair stand on end. "Don't tell them about me.
I was true to my word. I protected you. I thought I could get you out
of here. Don't betray me to them." / " ¬Û¦Pªº¤èªk§Ú¶i¤J--¾a§Ú¦Û¤v".
³ì³sÄò³o»ò²¾°Ê¾aªñ°¨§J°µ°¨§JÀY¾vªº¥L©I§l»O¤l¡C "¤£n§i¶D¥LÌÃö©ó§Ú¡C §Ú©¾©ó§Ú©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü¡C §Ú«OÅ@¤F§A¡C §Ú·Q¤F§Ú¥i¥H¦b³o¸Ì§â§A»°¥X¡C
¤£n¹ï¥LÌ¥X½æ§Ú¡C"
Mark closed his eyes. / °¨§JÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C
Joe said. "Let me stay dead to them." / ³ì»¡¡C "¹ï¥LÌÅý§Ú°±¯d¦º"
¡C
"They're not dead to you," Mark said. But he might have said
it to no one. The space beside himself felt suddenly empty, and then he
heard a light crunching as someone landed on the rocks beneath. / "¥L̹ï§A¨S¦³¦º",°¨§J»¡¡C
¦ý¬O¥LÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H¹ï¨S¦³¤H»¡¥¦¡C µo¨gªºªÅ¶¡Ä±±o¬ðµMªÅ,µM«á·í¬Y¤H¦b©¥¥Û¤W¤§¤Uªºµn³°®ÉÔ¡A¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F¥ú¹Ç¤ã¹Ç¤ãªº«rÄZ¡C
"Hold, Gallactor!" Ryu shouted. / "§â´¤,Gallactor"!
Ryu ©I³Û¡C
"No, it's me--it's me. Don't shoot." Mark had laughter in his
voice. Desperate, possibly. Maybe he sounded in shock. It wouldn't be
inappropriate, right? "Everything's done here--let's go. There's
nothing left for us here any longer." / " ¤£¡A¥¦¬O§Ú--¥¦¬O§Ú¡C ¤£n®gÀ»¡C"°¨§J¦³¤F¥LªºÁnµ¯º¡C
µ´±æªº,¥i¯à¦a¡C ¤]³\¥L¦bÅåÀ~¤¤Å¥¡C ¥¦±N¤£¬O¤£¾A·íªº,¹ï¤£¹ï? "¨C¥ó¨Æª«ªº§¹¦¨¤F³o¸Ì--Åý§ÚÌ¥h¡C ¦b³o¸Ì¬°§Ú̳ѤU¨S¨Æ¥ô¦óªº¤ñ¸ûªøªº¡C"
---
Ken couldn't understand the tension in Jason's eyes as they prepared for
their debriefing in Chief Anderson's office. Anderson sat at his desk
with a pile of paperwork and his monitor playing something unseeable from
Ken's position. Uniformed, standing ramrod straight, hands clasped behind
his back, this mission's commander seemed braced for the worst. Does he
know something I don't? The others had more relaxed postures, but a quick
scan revealed clues as to their thoughts. Princess breathed lightly. Tiny
and Keyop surreptitiously glanced from Jason to the Chief. / ·í¥L̦b¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹ªº¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤·Ç³Æ¥L̪º¥ô°È³ø§iªº®ÉÔ¡AªÖ®¦¤£¥i¥H¤F¸Ñ³Ç¥Íªº²´·úºò±i¡C
¦w¼w»¹§¤¦b¦³¤å®Ñ¤u§@ªº°ï©M¥Lªºª±¨Ó¦ÛªÖ®¦ªº¦ì¸mµLªk¬Ý¨£ªºªF¦è ªººÊµø¾¹ªº¥L®Ñ®à«e¡C ¨Ï,¤@¼Ëµ§ª½¦a¯¸µÛ±À¼u±ì,¤â¦b¥LªºI³¡«á±¦©ºò,³o¤@Ó¥ô°Èªº«ü´§©x¦ü¥G·Ç³Æªï±µ³ÌÃa¡C
¥Lª¾¹D¬Y¨Æ§Ú¤£? ¨ä¾lªÌ¦h¤w¸g©ñÃP«º¶Õ¡A¦ý¬O§Öªº±½´y´¦ÅS¤FÃö©ó¥L̪º·Qªk½u¯Á¡C ¤½¥D»´»´ªº©I§l¡C ·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B Keyop ¯¦±K¦a±q³Ç¥Í¨ì»â³S¿h°{¡C
As soon as Chief Anderson looked up from his papers, he stood and walked
directly before Jason. He studied him piercingly for thirty long seconds.
/ ¤@¥¹¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¬Ý¦b±q¥Lªº³ø§i¡A¥L¯¸µÛ¨Ã¥Bª½±µ¦a¦b³Ç¥Í¤§«e¨«¸ô¤W±¡C ¥L¨ë°©¦a¾Ç²ß¤F¥L¤T¤Qªøªº¬í¡C
Ken blinked in surprise. Jason had darkened into a familiar glower and
returned Anderson's stare without flinching. / ªÖ®¦¦b·N¥~¤¤¯w²´¡C ³Ç¥Í¤£»Ýn¬ÈÁY´N¤w¸g¶i¤J¤@Ó¼ô±xªºÀü²´©M³Q°e¦^ªº¦w¼w»¹ªºª`µø¤§¤º§Ë·t¡C
The Chief said, "You engaged them far too rapidly and without a plan
for reducing their obvious advantages over the Phoenix in terms of speed
and maneuverability. Do you understand how dangerous that was?" /
»â³S»¡," §A»»»·¦a¤Ó§Ö³t¦a¬ù©w¤F¥LÌ©M¨S¦³Ãö©ó®Ú¾Ú³t«×©M¥i¾Þ§@©Ê´î¤Ö¦b»ñ°Ä«°¤Wªº¥LÌ©úÅ㪺§Q¯qp¹º¡C §A¤F¸Ñ¦p¦ó¦MÀIªº¨º¬O?"
Ken waited for Jason to answer. He didn't. Ken itched. The Chief continued.
"Then, after all you knew about this mech's powers against the Fiery
Phoenix, you ordered your team to use it anyhow? Unbelievable." /
ªÖ®¦µ¥Ô³Ç¥Í¦^µª¡C ¥L¨S¦³¡C ªÖ®¦Äo¡C »â³SÄ~Äò¡C "µM«á¡A²¦³º§Aª¾¹D¹ï§Ü¿K¼öªº»ñ°Ä«°ªº³o mech's ªºÅv¤O,§A©R¥O¤F§Aªº¤p²ÕµL½×¦p¦ó¨Ï¥Î¥¦?
Ãø¥H¸m«Hªº¡C"
Ken's fists clenched. "Chief Anderson, you're forgetting we won this
battle." / ªÖ®¦ªº®±ÀYºò´¤¡C "¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹,§A¥¿¦b§Ñ°O§Ú̳Q¾Æ±o³o¤@³õ¾Ôª§".
The remaining three looked at Ken with wide eyes. / ¨º³Ñ¾lªº¤T¬Ý¦³¼e²´·úªºªÖ®¦¡C
"And frankly," the Chief threw his papers onto the desk as he
said this, "I have no idea why." / " ¦Ó¥B©Z¥Õ¦a", ·í¥L»¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A»â³S§â¥Lªº³ø§i¥[½Ñ¦b®Ñ®à¤W³o
", §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¬°¤°»ò".
"Perhaps if you ever gave him some credit--" / " ¤]³\¦pªG§A´¿¸gµ¹¤©¤F¤@¨Ç¨ã¦³ªº¥L--"
"The transcripts from the cockpit seem to indicate you were the one
who figured out how to neutralize some of the mech's advantages, Ken."
Chief Anderson tilted his head and regarded Ken narrowly. "Without
you, I might be attending four funerals in the next week." / "
¨Ó¦Û¾r¾pû®y¿µªº§Û¥»¦ü¥G«ü¥X¡A§A¬O¨º¤@Ó½Ö²z¸Ñ¸Ó¦p¦ó¨Ï¤¤¥ß¤@¨Ç mech's ªº§Q¯q¡AªÖ®¦". ¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¯U¯¶¦a¶É±×¤F¥LªºÀY©M«µøªºªÖ®¦¡C
"¨S¦³§A¡A§Ú¥i¯à¦b¤UÓ¬P´Á¤º°Ñ¥[¥|Ó¸®Â§" ¡C
Ken felt the blood rushing to his face, but he could see Jason standing
still and not seeming to hear Anderson at all. This is insane--anyone
would think we'd lost. "Without me, he'd have thought of something
else. I'm not the only one on the team who can read a weather report or
think five steps ahead of the competition." "I believe you,
Ken." The Chief folded his arms and turned away. "I only wish
Jason would prove it." / ªÖ®¦·Pı¤F¥¿¹ïµÛ¶Ê«P ªº¦å¡A¦ý¬O¥L¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¯¸¥ß ªº³Ç¥Í°_¨ÓÀR¤îªº¦Ó¥B¤£¦ü¥GÅ¥¨ì¦b¥þ³¡ªº¦w¼w»¹¡C
³o¬O±wºë¯«¯fªº--¥ô¦ó¤H±N·|»{¬°§Ú̦³¥¢¥h¡C "¨S¦³§Ú¡A¥L¦³¤w¸g·Q¨ì§OªºªF¦è¡C §Ú¤£¬O¦bÄvª§¤§«e¯àŪ¤@¶µ¤Ñ®ð³ø§i©Î·Q¤Ó¨BÆJªº¤p²Õ¤Wªº°ß¤@¤@Ó¡C""§Ú¬Û«H§A,ªÖ®¦¡C"»â³SºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥BÂàÂ÷¶}¡C
"§Ú¥uÄ@¡A³Ç¥Í±N·|ÃÒ©ú¥¦" ¡C
Ken took a step forward. "What kind of morale--" Jason's hand
whipped out and grabbed him. After one look at Jason's face, Ken clenched
his jaw and said nothing further. / ªÖ®¦¦V«e¦a±Ä¨ú¤F¤@Ó¨BÆJ¡C " ¤°»òÃþ«¬ªº¤h®ð--"³Ç¥Íªº¤âÃ@¥´¥X¨Ã¥B§ì¨ú¥L¡C
¦b¤@¬Ý³Ç¥ÍªºÁy¤§«á¡AªÖ®¦§ó¶i¤@¨Bºò´¤¤F¥LªºÃE¦Ó¥B¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¡C
The Chief returned to his seat. "Ken's not entirely wrong, of course.
On the plus side, Jason, you showed some common sense in not engaging
the mech directly over the city. Utilizing their base in order to get
them to split up in pursuit of the separate vehicles seems to have worked
as you planned. The cleanup crew reports near total destruction of that
base, with roughly two hundred Gallactors either apprehended or dead."
/ »â³S¦^¨ì¥Lªº®y¦ì¡C " ªÖ®¦¤£§¹¥þ¦a¿ù»~, ·íµM¡C ¦b¨º¤§¤W¥[¤WÃä¡A³Ç¥Í¡A§Aª½±µ¦a¹M¤Î«°¥«¦b¤£¬O°Ê¤H mech Åã¥Ü¤F¤@¨Ç±`ÃÑ¡C
§Q¥Î¥L̪º°ò¦¦b¦¸§Ç±o¨ì¥L̤ÀÂ÷¦b·í§Apµe¡A¦b³æ¿Wªº¨®½ø°l¨D¤¤¦ü¥G¤w¸g¤u§@¤W±¡C ¦b¨º¤@Ó°ò¦ªºÁ`¯}Ãaªþªñªº²M°£²Õû³ø§i, Âǥѷ§²¤¦a¤G¦Ê
Gallactors ©Î²z¸Ñ©Î¦ºªº¡C"
Ken drifted a little closer to the Condor. When Anderson looked back at
the charts, Ken laid a hand on Jason's shoulder. Jason shrugged and turned
his attention back to the Chief. / ªÖ®¦º}¬yµy·L¤ñ¸û¾aªñ¨ì¨rÆN¡C ·í¦w¼w»¹¦^¬Ý¹Ï¸Ñªº®ÉÔ,ªÖ®¦©ñ¸m¤F¦b³Ç¥ÍªºªÓ¤W¤@°¦¤â¡C
³Ç¥ÍÁqªÓ¨Ã¥B§â¥Lªºª`·NÂà¦^»â³S¡C
Now I know why they didn't spend their ride home analyzing the mission.
Ken stepped away from Jason before the Chief looked up again. / ²{¦b§Úª¾¹D¥L̬°¤°»ò¨S¦³ªá¶O¥L̪º¼§¤¦^®a¤ÀªR¥ô°È¡C
¦b»â³S¬Ý¤§«e , ªÖ®¦½ñ»·Â÷³Ç¥Í¦b¦A¤@¦¸¤W±¡C
Tuning out Anderson's report on the base's equipment, Ken tried to remember
the face that had paled on learning of Joe's death. Princess was asking
questions while Keyop and Tiny stood behind her rolling their eyes and
masking giggles as coughs. Jason knows he did well enough, Ken thought.
But I can't see Joe not defending himself in the same position--unless
Jason really believes Mark could have done it better. Maybe Jason had
been reckless to throw all the balls into the air and try learning to
juggle on their way back down. Anderson had a point that Jason hadn't
given enough thought to making the match more equal before it started.
That same miscalculation in his own world had wrecked the GodPhoenix.
Miscalculations like that could cost lives, and every life lost on this
team meant a half million more civilian lives and a billion dollars in
material damages to Spectra's targeted cities, countries, and although
Ken could hardly conceive of it, even planets. Nambu handled the same
problems so differently, though. Ken squinted. Nambu guided Joe into situations
where his instinct could save all our lives. He gave him chances to hone
his strategic reflexes until he hardly gave them thought any longer. /
¥X¦Û¦w¼w»¹Ãö©ó°ò¦ªº»ö¾¹³ø§iªº½Õµ,ªÖ®¦¸ÕµÛ°O±o¤w¸g¦b³ìªº¦º¤`¾Ç²ß¤WÅÜ»a¥ÕªºÁy¡C ¤½¥D¥¿¦b°Ý°ÝÃD·í Keyopªº®ÉÔ©M·¥¤pªº¦b¦o±ÛÂà«á±¯¸¥ß¤F¥L̪º²´·ú¦Ó¥B±»½ª¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¦p«y¹Â¡C
³Ç¥Íª¾¹D¡A¥L°µ¤F¦nªº¥R¨¬,ªÖ®¦·Q¡C ¦ý¬O§Ú¤£¯à¬Ý¨£³ì¤£¦b¬Û¦Pªº¦ì¸m¤¤¨¾Å@¥L¦Û¤v -- °£«D³Ç¥Í¯uªº¬Û«H°¨§JÀ³¸Ó¥i¥H³Q§ó°µ¥¦¡C ¤]³\³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¬O³¿²õªº¦b³~¤¤¦V«á¦a¤U¨Ó±N©Ò¦³ªº²y¥á¶iªÅ®ð¦Ó¥B¸Õ¾Ç²ßÅÜÀ¸ªk¡C
¦w¼w»¹¦³¤F³Ç¥Í¨S¦³´£¨Ñ¥R¨¬ªº·QªkÂI¨ì¨Ï¤ñÁɦ¨¬°§ó¦hªº¹ï¤â¦b¥¦¶}©l¤§«e¡C ¬Û¦Pªº miscalculation ¦b¥L¦Û¤vªº¥@¬É¤¤¤w¸g¯}Ãa GodPhoenix
¡C Miscalculations ³ßÅw¨º¥i¥Hªá¶O¥Í©R¡A¦Ó¥B¨C¥Í¬¡¦b³o¤@Ó¤p²Õ¨¤W¥¢¥h·N¿×¤@Ó¤@¥bªº¦Ê¸U§ó¦h¥¥Á¹ï³QºË·Ç«°¥«¡A°ê®aªºÀWÃЪ«½èªº¶Ë®`¥Í©R©M¤Q»õ¤¸,
¦Ó¥BÁöµMªÖ®¦µLªk¥¦ºc«ä,¥©Zªº¦æ¬P¡C Nambu ³B²z¤F¬Û¦Pªº°ÝÃD¦p¦¹ªº¤£¦P,ÁöµM¡C ªÖ®¦¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´¡C Nambu »â³ì¶i¤J¥Lªº¥»¯à¥i¥H¸Ñ±Ï§ÚÌ©Ò¦³ªº¥Í©R±¡§Î¡C
ª½¨ì¥Lèè¦Aµ¹¤©¤F¥LÌ·Qªk¡A¥Lµ¹¤©¤F¥L¾÷·|¿i¥Lªºµ¦²¤©Êªº¤Ï®g¡C
At last Anderson closed his file. "I'll be reviewing the tapes of
the mission later tonight, if you're interested in going over them with
me, Jason." / ³Ì«á¦w¼w»¹Ãö³¬¤F¥LªºÀɮסC "§Ú±N¤µ±ßµy«áÀË°Q¥ô°Èªº¿ýµ±a, ¦pªG§A¹ï©M§Ú¸Ô²Ó¹î¬Ý¥LÌ·P¿³½ì,³Ç¥Í".
Jason nodded without relaxing his glare. / ³Ç¥Í¤£»Ýn©ñÃP¥Lªº°{Ä£¥ú´NÂIÀY¡C
The Chief leaned back in his chair. "Then since G-Force's role in
this mission is ended, I can give you some good news. We'll hopefully
be having Mark back soon." All five of the team broke rank and moved
in close to the desk. / »â³S¦b¥Lªº´È¤l¤¤¦V«á¦aʾa¡C "µM«á¦]¬°¦b³o¤@Ó¥ô°È¤¤ªº G- ¤O¶qªº¨¤¦â³Qµ²§ô,§Ú¯àµ¹§A¤@¨Ç¦n®ø®§¡C
§Ú̱N¦³§Æ±æ¦a«Ü§Ö§â°¨§J¦³¦^¨Ó¡C"©Ò¦³ªº¤p²Õ¤¤ªº¤ÓÂ_±¼¤F±Æ¦W¦Ó¥B·h¶i¹ï®Ñ®àªºµ²§ô¡C
Tiny said, "How'd you figure it out?" / ·¥¤pªº»¡," How'd §A²z¸Ñ¥¦"?
"We should have picked it up earlier--I'm a little upset that I didn't
catch it at once." The Chief looked at his four kids. "Go back
over the last few minutes before Mark switched places with Ken. What were
you doing?" / " §ÚÌÀ³¸Ó¦¨Ç®ÉÔ¤w¸g¬B°_¥¦--§Ú¬O§Ú¨S¦³¥ß¨è®·®»¥¦ªº¤p¥[²`®Ø". »â³S¬Ý¥Lªº¥|Ó¤p«Ä¡C
"¦b°¨§J©MªÖ®¦ÂàÅܤF¦a¤è¤§«e , ¦b³Ìªñ´X¤ÀÄÁ¥H¨Ó¦^¥h¡C §A¥¿¦b°µ¤°»ò?"
"Watching the NBA finals," Keyop said. "Screaming our heads
off...cheering for Michael Jordan. It was Jordan's fault, wasn't it? We
get to invite him over here?" / ¬Ý¥þ¬üÄx²y¨ó·|µ²§½,Keyop »¡¡C " ¦y¥s§Ú̪º¨¾¤î¡C¡C¡C¬°³Á¥i¡E³ìµn¹ª»R¡C
¥¦¬O³ìµnªº¹L¥¢, ¥¦¤£¬O? §Ú̶}©l¦b³o¸ÌÁܽХL?"
The Chief waved Keyop off and looked at the others. "Keep going--
you were watching in birdstyle." / »â³S¨«¶}´§»R¤F Keyop ¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨ä¾lªÌ¡C "Ä~Äò¥h--
§A¥¿¦b birdstyle ¤¤¬Ý¡C"
Princess said, "Is that important?" / ¤½¥D»¡," ¬O¨º»ò«nªº"?
"Why didn't you switch out of uniform once you got off the Phoenix?"
/ "§A¦ó¤£ÂàÅÜÂ÷¨îªA¡A¤@¥¹§A¤U»ñ°Ä«°"?
Tiny said, "Transmuting in front of the TV screws it up for about
ten minutes--all we get is static--and there wasn't much game left to
play." / ·¥¤pªº»¡," ¦b¹qµø¤§«eÅܧΧáºò¥¦¤j¬ù¤Q¤ÀÄÁ¤§¤[-- ¥þ³¡§Ú̱o¨ì¬OÀR¹q-- ©M³Ñ¤U¤£¦h¤ñÁɪ±".
The Chief said, "Why didn't any of you tell me that before now?"
/ »â³S»¡,"§A¤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¬°¤°»ò¨S¦³²{¦b¥H«e§i¶D§Ú¨º"?
For the first time, Jason spoke. "Since when do we tell you about
every stupid thing in this apartment that doesn't work? The toaster burns
the toast if you don't stand right beside it, too, and sometimes the toilet
runs for an hour. Do you want an inventory?" / ²Ä¤@¦¸¡A³Ç¥Í»¡¡C "¦b³o¤@´É¨S¤u§@¶Üªº¤½´J¤¤§Ú̱q¦ó®É°_§i¶D§AÃö©ó¨C¤@·MÄøªº¨Æª«?
¦pªG§A¤£¯¸¡A¯N½c¿U¿N¤g¥qÄÑ¥]¥¿½Tªº¦b¥¦®ÇÃä¡A¤]¡A¦Ó¥B¦³®É´Z©ÒÄv¿ï¹F 1 ¤p®É¡C §A·Qn¦s³f²M³æ¶Ü?"
"Mark never vanished because of burnt toast," the Chief said
with a wave of his hand. In a leading tone, he continued, "Did you
ever notice a smiliar problem with the old television?" / "°¨§J±q¤£¦]¬°¿U¿Nªº¤g¥qÄÑ¥]®ø¥¢",»P¥Lªº¤â¤@Óªi®ö¤@°_»¡ªº»â³S¡C
¦b¤@Ӿɵ¤¤¡A¥LÄ~Äò,"§A´¿¸gª`·Nªº¹qµø smiliar °ÝÃD¶Ü"?
Princess gasped. "Oh--! I never realized, but the 1080 interlaced
format was setting up a feedback loop with the energy output from the
bracelets, and once it reached a harmonic resonance--" / ¤½¥D³Ý®ð¡C "®@--!
§Ú±q¤£¤F¸Ñ¡A¦ý¬O 1080 ³Q¨Ï¥æ´ªº®æ¦¡¥¿¦b¥H¨Ó¦Û¤âÅNªº¯à·½¿é¥X«Ø¥ß¤@Ó¦^À³Àô, ¦Ó¥B¤@¥¹¥¦¨ì¹F¤F¤@Ó½Õ©Mªº¦@»ï--"
Keyop whispered to Tiny, "Sometimes I get the feeling we're totally
outclassed, you know?" / ·¥¤pªº³Q¦Õ»y¨ìªº Keyop,"¦³®É§Ú±o¨ì§Ú̧¹¥þ¦a³Q§ó°ª¯Åªº·Pı,§Aª¾¹D"?
Princess folded her arms. "We just need a copy of the game."
/ ¤½¥DºPÅ|¤F¦oªº¤âÁu¡C "§Ú̶ȶȻÝn¤ñÁɪº°Æ¥»" ¡C
Jason said, "Cassie taped it for me." / ³Ç¥Í»¡,"Cassie ¬°§Ú¿ýµ¤F¥¦"
¡C
"But we won't necessarily need that particular set of signals."
Chief Anderson shook his head. "The television alone wasn't sufficient
to make the transfer--something has to happen on Ken's side as well in
order to bridge the gap. My sense is that at some point, they'll meet
their conditions for the swap as well. Either that, or as we get temporally
further away from the causative event, Mark and Ken will just switch back
on their own without our having to help the process. After all, there's
nothing's exerting any sort of force to keep them in place, and Ken, you
said you never feel quite right here." / " ¦ý¬O§Ú̱N¤£¥²µM¦a»Ýn«H¸¹ªº¯S§O²Õ".
¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹·nÀY¡C "¹qµø¿W¦Û¦a¤£¨¬¥H§@²¾°Ê--¬Y¨Æ¥²¶·¬°¤Fn§JªAÁ_»Ø , ®£©È³Ì¦n°¸µMµo²{ªÖ®¦ªº¨Ãä¡C §Úªº·Pı¬O¨º¦b¤@¨ÇÂI¡A¥ḺN¬°¥H³f©ö³f¤]¹J¨£¥L̪º±¡ªp¡C
©Î¨º, ©Î·í°µ§ÚÌ·í®É¤ñ¸û¶i¤@¨B»·Â÷¦¨¬°ì¦]ªº¨Æ¥ó,°¨§J©MªÖ®¦±N¤£»Ýn§Ú̪º¥²¶·À°§Uµ{§Ç´N¶È¶È¦V«á¦a¾a¥L̦ۤvÂàÅÜ¡C ²¦³º,¦³¨S¨Æµo´§¥ô¦óªººØ¤O¶q§â¥L̯d¦b¾A·í,
©MªÖ®¦,§A»¡¤F§A´N¦b³o¸Ì±q¤£¬Û·í·Pı¡C"
Ken nodded. / ªÖ®¦ÂIÀY¡C
"This may be a long haul," Chief Anderson said. "It may
take a while for them to recreate the conditions on the other side."
/ "³o¥i¯à¬Oªøªº¥Î¤O©ì©Ô",¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹»¡¡C " ¥¦¥i¯à±Ä¨ú¤@·|¨àÅý¥LÌ«ì´_¬¡¤O¦b¥t¤@Ãä¤Wªº±¡ªp".
Tiny said, "Great. For the next month, every meal is going to be
a TV dinner." / ·¥¤pªº»¡,"¤j®v¡C ¤UÓ¤ë¡A¨C¤@À\±Nn¬O¤@¥÷¹qµø±ßÀ\¡C"
---
Ryu watched Mark from time to time as they returned to G-Town in their
mini-sub. Mark said nothing and made no attempt to hide his face. He imagined
he looked ashen--it would match how he felt. / ·í¥L̦^¨ì G ªº®ÉÔ¡A Ryu ®É±`¬Ý¤F°¨§J-
«°Âí¦b¥L̪º°g§A-´À¥N¤Hû¡C °¨§J¤°»ò¤]¤£»¡¦Ó¥B¨S»s³y¹Á¸ÕÂÃ¥LªºÁy¡C ¥L·Q¹³¥L¬Ý°_¨Ó¦Ç¦â--¥¦±N·|»P¥L¦p¦ó·Pı¬Û°t¡C
As G-Town came into view, Ryu finally spoke in a soft voice. "Are
you always this shaken after a mission?" / ·í G¤§®É-«°Âí¶i¤Jµø³¥,Ryu ³Ì«á¦b¤@ºØ³nªºÁnµ¤¤»¡¡C
" §AÁ`¬O³o·n°Ê¦b¤@Ó¥ô°È¤§«á"?
Mark folded his arms around himself. He'd grown colder lately. "I've
just stranded myself in your world forever. I think I'm entitled to a
little grief." / °¨§J¦b¥L¦Û¤v©P³òºPÅ|¤F¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C ¥Lªñ¨Ó¤w¸gÅܤñ¸û´H§N¡C "§Ú¥Ã»·¦a¦b§Aªº¥@¬É¤¤èèÀÁ²L§Ú¦Û¤v¡C
§Ú»{¬°§Ú¹ï¤p¤pªº¶Ëµh³Q¨ú¦W¬°¡C"
Adjusting some of the controls, Ryu said, "You looked the same last
time--you weren't stranded then. And you knew what would happen. Are we
so bad to you?" / ½Õ¾ã¤@¨Ç±±¨î,Ryu »¡," §A¤W¦¸¬Ý¤F¤@¼Ëªº--§A¤£³Q·í®ÉÀÁ²L¡C ¦Ó¥B§Aª¾¹D¤F±N·|µo¥ÍªºªF¦è¡C
¹ï§A§Ú̬O¦p¦¹Ãa¶Ü?"
"You haven't been bad to me at all." Mark finally wrenched his
eyes up to Ryu's face. "This place seems harsher than where I came
from, and I keep being reminded of that. People I thought I knew back
home--they do things I find unimaginable. Everything is edgier here."
/ " §A¤@ÂI¤]¤£¹ï§Ú¬OÃaªº". °¨§J³Ì«áª½¨ì Ryu's ªºÁy²r§á¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C "¤ñ¸û§Ú¨Ó¦Ûþ¸Ì¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¨ºÄ~Äò³Q´£¿ô¡A³o¤@Ó¦a¤èÅܱo²ÊÁW¡C
¤ḨڷQ§Ú¦V«á¦aª¾¹D¦^®a--¥LÌ°µ§Úµo²{°_¨ÓÃø¥H«äijªº¨Æª«¡C ¨C¥ó¨Æª«¬O¤ñ¸û¤M¤f¾U§Qªº¦b³o¸Ì¡C"
Ryu sighed, then stretched his arms. "It's not always this tense.
This is a good world, Mark, even if it's not like your home. This is just
a bad time for us all. We're at war again." / Ryu ¼Û®§, µM«á¦ù®i¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C "¥¦¤£Á`¬O³o¤@ӮɺA¡C
³o¬O¤@Ó¦n¥@¬É¡A°¨§J,§Y¨Ï¥¦¤£¹³§Aªº®a¡C ³o¥u¬O¬°§ÚÌ¥þ³¡®t«lªº®É¶¡¡C §Ú̦A¤@¦¸¬O¦b¾Ôª§¡C"
"We were at war, and--" / " §Ú̦b¾Ôª§,©M--"
"And you haven't been at war as long as we have. Give us a chance.
If you're going to be staying around here, at least let us show you who
we really are before you give up on us." / " ¦Ó¥B§A¤£¦b¾Ôª§¥un§Ú̦³¡C µ¹§Ṳ́@Ó¾÷·|¡C
¦pªG§A¥¿¦b¥h¦b³o¸Ìªº©P³ò°±¯d, ¦Ü¤ÖÅý§ÚÌÅã¥Ü§A½Ö§Ú̯uªº¬O¦b§A¦b§Ų́¤W©ñ±ó¤§«e¡C"
Mark turned his head to Ryu. "Do I seem that judgmental?" /
°¨§J±N¥LªºÀYÂà¦V Ryu ¡C " §Ú¦ü¥G¶Ü¨º¼f§Pªº"?
Grinning, Ryu said, "You don't like it here. Even Jinpei can figure
that out." / ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,Ryu »¡,"§A¦b³o¸Ì¤£³ßÅw¥¦¡C ¬Æ¦Ü Jinpei ¯à²z¸Ñ¨º¡C"
They said little for the rest of the docking procedure, except for just
before Mark and Ryu left their little craft. "Thanks," Mark
said. "I couldn't have done that without your help." / ¥L̹ï©ó³s±µµ{§Çªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¬O¤pªº»¡,
°£¤F¬°¤§¥~¶È¶È¦b°¨§J©M Ryu ¯d¤U¤F¥L̪º¤p¸¾÷¤§«e¡C "ÁÂÁÂ",°¨§J»¡¡C "§Ú¤£»Ýn§AªºÀ°¦£´N´N¤£·|°µ¨º¤F"
¡C
"You'd have done it, just without my finesse." Ryu slapped Mark
on the back. "Do you want me to head up with you to Dr. Nambu's office?"
/ "§A¦³¤w¸g°µ¥¦,¶È¶È¨S¦³§Úªººë±K§Þ¥©". Ryu ©çÀ»¤F¦bI±¤Wªº°¨§J¡C " §A·Qn§Ú»â¾É¶Ü¦b¥Ñ©ó§A¨ì Nambu's
³Õ¤h¿ì¤½«Ç¤W±"?
"I think I'll handle this on my own," Mark said. / "§Ú»{¬°¡A§Ú±N¾a§Ú¦Û¤v³B²z³o",°¨§J»¡¡C
Doctor Nambu regarded Mark with narrowed eyes as Mark gave a brief report,
hands clasped behind his back. Nambu tapped a pen on the desk. "Do
you know what this means?" / Âå¥Í Nambu ¥Î¦p°¨§JªºÁY¤p²´·úµø¬°°¨§Jµ¹¤©¤F¤@¶µÂ²µuªº³ø§i,¤â¦b¥LªºI³¡«á±¦©ºò¡C
Nambu »´¥´¤F¦b®Ñ®à¤Wªº¤@ªK¿ûµ§¡C "§Aª¾¹D³o·N¿×ªº¶Ü"?
"I have a pretty good notion. I've been assured by those who would
know that Ken would have made the same decision in my position."
/ "§Ú¦³¬Û·í¦nªºÆ[©À¡C §Ú¤w¸g³Q¨º¨Ç±N·|ª¾¹DªÖ®¦·|¦b§Úªº¦ì¸m¤¤§@¥X¬Û¦Pªº¨M©w¤H«Oµý¡C"
Nambu rose from his desk chair and paced the space between his desk and
the portal the way Chief Anderson often paced between the desk and his
windows. Mark nearly closed his eyes and imagined the rows of book cases,
the leather couch at the far wall, two cushioned chairs at the corners
of the desk, and an unobtrusive beige carpet. Nambu kept his desk clear
of the file clutter Anderson's so often accumulated. / Nambu ®É±`±q¥Lªº®Ñ®à¤W¤É´È¤l¦Ó¥B¿â¨B¤F¦b¥Lªº®Ñ®à©M¤J¤f¤§¶¡ªºªÅ¶¡¤èªk»â³S¦w¼w»¹¦b®Ñ®à©M¥Lªºµ¡¤á¤§¶¡¿â¨B¡C
°¨§J´X¥GÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥B·Q¹³¤F®Ñ±¡§Îªº±Æ, ¥Ö²ªø´È¦b»·ªºÀð¾À, ¤G¦b®Ñ®àªº¨¤¸¨¥[¹Ô¿È´È¤l, ©M¤@±i¤£¦h¼Lªº²L½Å¦âªº¦a´à¡C Nambu ¦p¦¹ªº®É±`³Q²Ö¿nªºÀɮײVÂø¦w¼w»¹«O«ù¥Lªº®Ñ®à²M·¡¡C
"I wish you hadn't done that. As it so happens, my staff has created
a system using the data you gathered from the first mission which they
hope will recreate the original conditions that sent you to us."
/ "§ÚÄ@§A¨S¦³°µ¨º¡C ·í¥¦¤§®Éµo¥Í, §ÚªºÂ¾û¤w¸g³Ð³y¤@ӨϥΧA±q²Ä¤@Ó¥ô°È»E¶°ªº¸ê®Æ ªº¨t²Î¥ĻƱ樺¤@Ó±N«ì´_¬¡¤O¬£»º§A¨ì§Ú̪º³Ìªì±¡ªp¡C"
"With all due respect, Doctor, I've tried that using the Gallactor
machine itself. I was able to see and hear both worlds for a time, but
when it faded, I remained here." / "ÂǥѩҦ³ªº¾A·í·q·N¡AÂå¥Í¡A§Ú¤w¸g¹Á¸Õ¨º¨Ï¥Î Gallactor
¾÷¾¹¥»¨¡C §Ú¯à°÷¼È®É¬Ý¨£¦Ó¥BÅ¥¨ì¨âÓ¥@¬É, ¦ý¬O·í¥¦¤w¿Æ¦âªº,§Ú¦b³o¸Ì«O«ù¡C"
Nambu squinted. "How did you manage that?" / Nambu ¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´¡C "§A¦p¦ó³B²z¨º"?
"Renegade scientist. And some extremely high-tech machinery that
proved far more cooperative than I had imagined possible." / "I«q¬ì¾Ç®a¡C
¦Ó¥B¤@¨Ç«D±`¦aÃÒ©úªº°ª¬ì§Þ¾÷¾¹¤ñ§Ú§ó¦X§@¤w¸g·Q¹³¥i¯àªº¡C"
Mark's heart banged around his chest as if it would break loose, but Nambu
didn't seem to realize the extent of the prevarication. Briefly Mark wondered
if his composure would hold if Nambu bluntly said, "Did you meet
Joe? Was he turned into a cyborg by someone who apparently has as great
a vendetta against Gallactor as we do? Did he ask you to keep his secrets
for him?" Nambu only shook his head. "I'm not satisfied,"
he said. "If you nearly got yourself home while under pressure and
working with a system you barely comprehended, then I imagine my staff
can do it correctly if given time." / ¦n¹³¥¦±N·|¥´¯}¸Ñ©ñ¡A¦ý¬O Nambu ¦ü¥G¤£¤F¸Ñ¤ä§^ªº½d³ò¡A°¨§Jªº¤ß¦b¥Lªº¯Ý©P³ò«À»¡C
²µu¦a°¨§JÃhºÃ¡A¦pªG¦pªG Nambu ©Z²v¦a»¡¡A¥LªºÂíÀR±N·|¤ä¼µ,"§A¹J¨£³ì¶Ü? ¥L³Q¬Y¤HÅܦ¨ cyborg ¤F½ÖÅãµM¦a¦³·í´Îªº¹ï§Ü
Gallactor ªº¤@Ó¤³±þ·í§ÚÌ°µ? ¥Ln¨D§A¬°¥Lºû«ù¥Lªº¯µ±K¶Ü?"Nambu ¥u·nÀY¡C "§Ú¤£³Qº¡·N",¥L»¡¡C
" ¦pªG§A¦b©M¤@Ó§A´X¥G¤F¸Ñªº¨t²ÎÀ£¤O©M¤u§@¤§¤U´X¥G¦b®a¦³§A¦Û¤v¤@·|¨à, µM«á§Ú·Q¹³§ÚªºÂ¾û¯à¥¿½T¦a°µ¥¦¦pªGµ¹¤©ªº®É¶¡".
Mark nodded. Nambu waited for him to say anything else, and when Mark
didn't, he said, "What exactly did you do to the machine to try to
reverse the effect?" / °¨§JÂIÀY¡C Nambu µ¥Ô¥L»¡§OªºªF¦è¡A¦Ó¥B·í°¨§J¨S¦³,¥L»¡," ¤°»ò§¹¥þ§A¹ï¾÷¾¹°µ¸ÕµÛÄAˮĪG¶Ü"?
Swallowing, Mark said, "I got the generator to target me at a lower
power at the same frequency it had done in order to trigger the switch.
When that failed, I let the generator target itself at high power, and
that resulted in a detonation that destroyed the machine itself and most
of the base." / §],°¨§J»¡," §Úª§¨ú¤Fµo¹q¾÷¦b¸û§Cªº¤O¶q¦b¨º¬Û¦PªºÀW²vºË·Ç§Ú¥¦¬°¤Fn¤Þ°_¶}Ãö , ¤w¸g°µ¡C
·í¨º¥¢±Ñªº®ÉÔ,§Ú¦b°ªªº¤O¶qÅýµo¹q¾÷¥Ø¼Ð¥»¨¡A¦Ó¥B¨º³y¦¨¤@Ó¯}Ãa¤F¾÷¾¹¥»¨©M¤j³¡¥÷ªº°ò¦Ãz¬µ¡C"
Brow furrowed, Nambu said, "And the renegade scientist?" / ¬Ü¤ò²p,Nambu
»¡," ©MI±óªº¬ì¾Ç®a"?
"Didn't make it out with me." / "©M§Ú¨S¦³¤F¸Ñ¥¦" ¡C
"What was his name?" / "¥Lªº¦W¦r¬O¤°»ò"?
Mark put on a puzzled look. "You know, everything happened so fast,
I can't say." / °¨§J¬ï¤W³Q§x´bªº¯«±¡¡C "§Aª¾¹D,¨C¥ó¨Æª«µo¥Í¦p¦¹ªº§Ö³t,§Ú¤£¯à»¡" ¡C
Nambu fairly smoldered. "How did you know you could trust him?"
/ Nambu ¤½¥¦a«_·Ï¡C "§A¦p¦óª¾¹D§A¥i¥H«H¿à¥L"?
With a flinch of his blue eyes, Mark said, "I didn't know if I could
trust him. But I recognized him because of his counterpart, and his counterpart
is someone I've worked with and trusted in the past. Maybe I was taking
a chance, but he gave me his word of honor. I did try to bring him back
with me, sir. I'm sorry I couldn't." / ÂǥѥLªºÂŦⲴ·úªº°hÁY¡A°¨§J»¡,"¬O§_§Ú¥i¥H«H¿à¥L¡A§Ú¨S¦³ª¾¹D¡C
¦ý¬O§Ú¦]¬°¥Lªº°t¹ïªÌ¿ë»{¥X¤F¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº°t¹ïªÌ¬O¬Y¤H§Ú¤w¸g¦X§@¨Ã¥B¹L¥h«H¿à¡C ¤]³\§Ú¥¿¦b§Q¥Î¤@Ó¾÷·|¡A¦ý¬O¥Lµ¹¤©¤F§Ú¥LªººaÅA¦r¡C §Ú½T¹ê¸ÕµÛ©M§Ú§â¥L±a¦^¨Ó,¥ý¥Í¡C
¹ï¤£°_§Ú¤£¥i¥H¡C"
Nambu asked no further questions and dismissed him. / Nambu °Ý¤F¨S¦³¤ñ¸û¶i¤@¨Bªº°ÝÃD¦Ó¥B´¬±ó¤F¥L¡C
---
The drone of the evening news issued faintly from the television as Ken
sat in the easy chair, flipping idly through a stack of Mark's old flying
magazines. Jason lay stretched out on the couch, arms folded and eyes
closed, his chest moving softly. Ken lowered his magazine to stare at
him, and again memory blurred with reality. Joe had taken any opportunity
for a catnap--though he'd have left a newspaper or sports magazine discarded
beside the couch instead of a paperback. Ken felt only a little guilty
for wishing that Jason would stay in this pose, still and quiet, and maintain
the illusion. / ±ß¤W·s»Dªº¶¯¸Á·L®z¦a±q¦p¦b¦w¼Ö´È¤¤³Q§¤ªºªÖ®¦¹qµøµo¦æ,Ãi´k¦a¸g¹L°¨§JªºÂ¸Âø»xªº°ïÅ|¥Î«üÀY¼u¡C ³Ç¥Í¦bªø´È¡A³QºPÅ|ªº¤âÁu©M³QÃö³¬ªº²´·ú¡A¥Lªº¬X©M¦a²¾°Ê
ªº¯Ý¤W¥~©ñ¸m¦ù®i¡C ªÖ®¦°§C¤F¥LªºÂø»x¨nµÛ¥L¬Ý¡A¦Ó¥B¦A¤@¦¸°O¾Ð¥H¨Æ¹ê¼Ò½k¡C ³ì¤w¸g¬°¤@Ó¥´½OºÎ§Q¥Î¥ô¦óªº¾÷·|--ÁöµM¥L¦³¤w¸g¯d¤UÂø»x¦bªø´È®ÇÃä¥á±ó¥N´À¤@Ó¥¸Ë¥»ªº¤@¶µ³ø¯È©Î¹B°Ê¡C
ªÖ®¦¥u¹ïÄ@³Ç¥Í±N·|°±¯d¦b³o«º¶Õ¡A¼@·Ó©M¦wÀR¤¤, ¦Ó¥Bºû«ù¤Û¼vı±oµy·L¦³¸o¡C
As if aware of the attention, Jason stirred and looked at Ken through
half-closed eyes. "Anything?" / ¦n¹³ª¾¹Dªºª`·N¡A³Ç¥Í¸g¹L¤@¥b- Ãö³¬²´·ú¿E°_¦Ó¥B¬ÝªÖ®¦¡C
"¥ô¦ó¨Æ"?
Ken shook his head. "Not for the past two hours." / ªÖ®¦·nÀY¡C "¤£¹L¥h¤G¤p®É".
Jason stretched and groaned, then sat up. "Jason," Ken said,
"You really don't have to stay here with me if you've got other plans."
/ ³Ç¥Í¦ù®i¦Ó¥B©D§u, µM«á¼õ©]¡C "³Ç¥Í", ªÖ®¦»¡ ",¦pªG§A¤w¸g±o¨ì¨ä¥Lªºp¹º¡A§A¯uªº¤£¥²¶·¦b³o¸Ì©M§Ú°±¯d".
"Somebody's gotta keep track of you in case something comes through."
/ "¬Y¤H¥²¶·´x´¤§Aªº¸ê°T¡A¥H¨¾¸U¤@¬Y¨Æ«×¹L " ¡C
"I'm on camera," Ken said, "And I can call someone the
moment anything happens." / " §Ú¦b¬Û¾÷¤W",ªÖ®¦»¡ ",¦Ó¥B§Ú¯àºÙ¬Y¤H¬°¤ù¨è¥ô¦ó¨Æµo¥Í".
"Still, it's better to have somebody here to keep an eye on you--in
case it happens too fast for you to react and you or Mark really do need
help." / "¨Ï, ¦wÀR¦b³o¸Ì¦³¬Y¤Hª`·N§A¬O¤ñ¸û¦nªº--¥H¨¾¸U¤@¥¦µo¥Í¤Ó§Ö¦a§A¦ÓµLªk¤ÏÀ³¡A¦Ó¥B§A©Î°¨§J¯uªº½T¹ê»ÝnÀ°¦£".
"As if a television could be the cause of this mess." He turned
his gaze to the window and the New York city skyline outside. "For
all he walks on water, does Mark give you that hard a time?" / "
¦n¹³¤@¥x¹qµø¥i¯à¬O³oÂø¶Ãªº¦]¯À". ¥L¥~±±N¥Lªºª`µøÂà¦Vµ¡¤á©M¯Ã¬ù¥«¤Ñ²P¡C " ´N¥þ³¡¦Ó¨¥¥L¦b¤ô¤W¨«¸ô, °¨§Jµ¹§A¶Ü§V¤O¦a¦¸"?
Jason shrugged. "It gets on my nerves sometimes how he's always so
wonderful and everybody knows it, but he's okay, really." / ³Ç¥ÍÁqªÓ¡C
" ¥¦¦³®É¨Ï§Ú¹½·Ð¥L¦p¦óÁ`¬O¦p¦¹¥O¤HÅå©_¡A¦Ó¥B¨CÓ¤H³£ª¾¹D¥¦, ¦ý¬O¥L¬O¦n,¯uªº".
Ken closed his eyes, his mouth quirked in a sad smile. Would Joe have
said the same about him? Though he was far from the image of perfection
that Mark seemed to be, he could just imagine Joe shrugging and saying,
"Ken? He pisses me off sometimes, but he's okay." / ªÖ®¦Ãö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú,¥Lªº¼L¦b¤@Ó¼~·Tªº·L¯º¤¤©_¨Æ¡C
³ì±N·|¤w¸gÃö©ó¥L»¡¤@¼Ëªº¶Ü? ÁöµM¥LÂ÷°¨§J¦ü¥G¬Oªº§¹¬ü¼v¹³«Ü»·¡A¦ý¬O¥L¥i¥H¶È¶È·Q¹³ÁqªÓ¦Ó¥B»¡ ªº³ì,"ªÖ®¦? ¥L¨«¶}¦³®É¤p«K§Ú¡A¦ý¬O¥L¬O¦n¡C"
He thought back to the debriefing, to his reaction compared with Jason's.
The kid had stopped him before he'd exploded at Chief Anderson, cold indifference
defusing a hot temper, but back during the mission... he couldn't rely
on Jason to rein him in. Two impulsive hotshots egging each other on in
a place where mistakes could mean a lot more than a damaged warship, a
damaged city and damaged pride. Saint Mark was his opposite, one who erred
on the side of caution to provide the balance this team needed. A balance
that Ken himself couldn't provide, at least not right away. / ¥L¦V«á¦a·Q¨ì¥ô°È³ø§i,¹ï³Q»P³Ç¥Í¬Û¸ûªº¥L¤ÏÀ³¡C
¦b¥L¦³¦b¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¡A½w©M¤@Ó«æļªºµÊ®ð ªº´H§N¤£«µøÃz¬µ¤§«e , ¤p«Ä¤w¸gªý¤î¥L, ¦ý¬O¦V«á¦a¦b¥ô°Èªº®ÉÔ¡C¡C¡C ¥L¤£¥i¥H¥õ¿à³Ç¥Í¾r¶¿¥L¦b¡C
¤Gӽİʪº³fª«§Ö¨® egging ©¼¦¹¦b¿ù»~¥i¥H·N¿×«Ü¦h¶W¹L¤@¿´³Q·lÃaªºxÄ¥¤@Ó¦a¤è¤¤¤§¤W,³Q·lÃaªº«°¥«©M³Q·lÃaªº¦Û¶Æ¡C ¸t®{°¨§J¬O¥Lªº¬Û¹ï¨Æª«,
¤H¦b¤p¤ßªºÃä¤W¥Ç¿ù´£¨Ñ¥¿Å³o¤@Ó³Q»Ýnªº¤p²Õ¡C ¥¿Å¨º¤@ÓªÖ®¦¥L¦Û¤v¤£¥i¥H´£¨Ñ, ¦Ü¤Ö¤£¥ß¨è¡C
What if Anderson's plan doesn't work? To Ken, the thought that a television
could pull a solid human being from one world to another was almost comical.
What if they were sent on another mission? Maybe he could convince Princess
or Tiny to be more vocal. Maybe he could pay better attention to their
suggestions, find some sort of balance without losing his own edge. /
¤°»ò¦pªG¦w¼w»¹ªºp¹º¤£¤u§@? ¹ïªÖ®¦, ·Qªk¤@¥x¹qµø¥i¥H±q¤@Ó¥@¬É¨ì¥t¥~¤@©Ô¤@Ó°íµwªº¤HÃþ´X¥G¦n¯º¡C ¤°»ò¦pªG¥L̦b¥t¤@Ó¥ô°È¤W³Q°e? ¤]³\¥L¥i¥H¨Ï¤½¥D¬Û«H©Î·¥¤pªº¬O§óÁnµªº¡C
¤]³\¥L¥i¥H¹ï¥L̪º«Øijµ¹¤©¸û¦nªºª`·N,¤£»Ýn¥¢¥h¥L¦Û¤vªºÃä½t´Nµo²{¥¿Åªº¤@¨ÇÃþ«¬¡C
Jason had stretched back on the couch with his book. Ken squinted at the
cover. "What is that?" / ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¥H¥Lªº®Ñ¦bªø´È¤W¦V«á¦a¦ù®i¡C ªÖ®¦¦b±»Å@¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´¡C "¨º¬O¤°»ò"?
"Death Merchant #35." When Ken made a face, he shrugged. "It's
one of the better ones. I've read it eight times." / "¦º¤`°Ó·~ªº
#35". ·íªÖ®¦»s³y¤F¤@ÓÁyªº®ÉÔ,¥LÁqªÓ¡C "¥¦¬O¸û¦nªº¤@¨Ç¤§¤@¡C §Ú¤w¸gŪ¥¦¤K¦¸¡C"
"I've seen those. They're trash fiction." / "§Ú¤w¸g¬Ý¨ì¨º¨Ç¡C ¥L̬O©U§£¤p»¡¡C"
Jason grinned. "Yeah, but I can read one in an hour." / ³Ç¥ÍÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"¬Oªº,¦ý¬O§Ú¦b 1 ¤p®É¤¤¯àŪ¤@".
Ken stood and walked to the window, staring out at the scenery without
really registering it. After a moment, he realized he was staring not
at skyscrapers and setting sun, but at Princess's face across a table.
He held a warm mug of something in his hands. / ªÖ®¦¯¸µÛ¦Ó¥B¨«¸ô¥hµ¡¤á,¤£¯uªºµn°O¥¦¦b·´ºªºª`µø¡C
¦b¤ù¨è¤§«á¡A¥L¤F¸Ñ¤F¥L¦b¼¯¤Ñ¼Ó©MI´º¤£¥¿¦bª`µø¤Ó¶§, ¦ý¬O¦b¤@±i®à¤l¹ï±ªº¤½¥DÁy¡C ¥L®³µÛ¬Y¨Æªº¤@Ó·Å·xªºÁy¦b¥Lªº¤â¤¤¡C
"You don't know what it's like to have all your dreams shattered
by someone." / "§A¤£ª¾¹D¡A¥¦¬O¤°»ò³ßÅw¥´¸H§A©Ò¦³ªº¹Ú³Q¬Y¤H" ¡C
Ken gasped. She spoke with Jun's voice, and suddenly he recognized the
inside of Jun's apartment in G-Town--not that he'd been there often, but
he recognized the art she'd brought down from the Snack. He could smell
chocolate, and he heard himself saying, "It's looking now as though
I'm here for good and Ken's well and truly lost." / ªÖ®¦³Ý®ð¡C ¦o¥H¤»¤ëªºÁnµ»¡¡A¦Ó¥B¬ðµM¥L¿ë»{¥X¤F
G ªº¤»¤ë¤½´Jªº¤º³¡-«°Âí--¤£¥L®É±`¤w¸g¦b¨º¸Ì¡A¦ý¬O¥L¿ë»{¥X¤F¦o¤w¸g±q¤p¦Y¥´ËªºÃÀ³N¡C ¥L¥i¥H»D¥©§J¤O¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÅ¥¨ì¥L¦Û¤v±Ôz,"
¥¦¥¿¦b²{¦b¬Ý¡A¦n¹³§Ú¥Ã¤[¦b³o¸Ì©M«Ü¦n¦a¦Ó¥B¯u¹ê¦a¥¢¥hªºªÖ®¦".
As abruptly as it had come, the vision vanished. Ken rested his forehead
against the window glass, his arms clutched tightly around his middle
and his breath coming hard. From the television on the far side of the
room, Peter Jennings talked about a situation in the Ukraine. / ·í°µ¬ðµM¦a·í°µ¥¦¤w¸g¨Ó,®ø¥¢ªºµø³¥¡C
ªÖ®¦¥ð®§¤F¹ï§Üµ¡¤á¬Á¼þªº¥L«eÃB,¥Lªº¤âÁuºòºò¦a¦b¥Lªº¤¤¥¡©M¥Lªº§V¤O¦a¨Ó ªº©I§l©P³ò§ì¨c¡C ±q¦b©Ð¶¡ªº»·Ãä¤Wªº¹qµø¡A©¼±o¸â¹ç´µ¦b¯Q§JÄõ½Í½×¤@ºØ±¡§Î¡C
"No, dammit," he hissed. "Don't give up--you're wrong!"
/ "¤£,¸Ó¦º",¥Lµo¥X¼NÁn¡C "¤£n©ñ±ó-- §A¬O¿ù»~ªº"!
"Ken?" A young voice sounded behind him. Jason touched his shoulder.
/ "ªÖ®¦"? ¤@ºØ¦~»´ªºÁnµ¦b¥L«á±Å¥¡C ³Ç¥Í¸IIJ¤F¥LªºªÓ¡C
"It happened," Ken said. "Something happened. I felt him."
He kept his eyes closed. "Just for a moment, but I'm sure of it.
He was talking to Jun." / "¥¦µo¥Í",ªÖ®¦»¡¡C "¬Y¨Æµo¥Í¡C §Ú·Pı¤F¥L¡C"¥L¨Ï¥Lªº²´·ú³QÃö³¬¡C
"¶È¶È¤@·|¨à¡A¦ý¬O§Ú½T©w¥¦¡C ¥L¥¿¦b©M¤»¤ë»¡¸Ü¡C"
Jason disappeared from behind him, and Ken heard him pick up the phone
and hit the speed dial. He spoke softly to the Chief. Ken raised his head
just as Jason thrust the receiver at him. "It's a step in the right
direction." / ³Ç¥Í®ø¥¢±q¦b¥L«á±¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦Å¥¨ì¥L¬B°_¹q¸Ü¦Ó¥BÀ»¤¤¤F³t«×¨è«×½L¡C ¥L¬X©M¦a¹ï»â³S»¡¡C ¥¿¦p³Ç¥Í´¡¤J¦b¥Lªº±µ¦¬¾¹¡AªÖ®¦©ï°_¤F¥LªºÀY¡C
"¥¦¬O¥¿½Tªº¤è¦V¤@Ó¨BÆJ" ¡C
---
Heading back toward the team's quarters, Mark jammed his hands in his
pockets. His hands always felt too cold now, and he looked at his arms
to find rows of goosebumps. A brief stop in Ken's quarters--his own quarters,
possibly forever--yielded a thick cable-knit sweater in dark blue. Mark
slipped into it before heading to Jun's room. / ¦V«á¦a±µªñ¤p²Õªº¥|¤À¤§¤@«e¶i,°¨§JÀ½¤F¥Lªº¤f³U¥L¤â¡C
¥Lªº¤âÁ`¬O²{¦bı±o¤Ó´H§N¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¬Ý¥Lªº¤âÁuµo²{±Æªº goosebumps ¡C ¤@Ó²µuªº°±¤î¦bªÖ®¦ªº¥|¤À¤§¤@¤¤--¥L¦Û¤vªº¥|¤À¤§¤@,¥i¯à¦a¥Ã»·¦a--²£¥Í¤F«pªº¹qÆl-
½s´²`ÂŦ⪺¤ò¦ç¡C °¨§J¦b«e©¹¤»¤ëªº©Ð¶¡¤§«e¶i¤J¥¦¤§¤º·ÆË¡C
She looked more than a little surprised as she answered the door. "What's
going on?" / ·í¦oÀ³¤Fªùªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o¬Ý°_¨Ó¶W¹Lµy·LÅå³Y¡C " ¤°»ò¥¿¦bÄ~Äò"?
"I think I need to talk to you again." Mark shrugged and looked
a little past her. "I wanted to apologize for real this time. The
last time I tried, it was pretty lame. You're right--I haven't really
been looking at you as you since I got here. And after all you've experienced
with Ken, you honestly deserve better than that. May I come in?"
/ "§Ú»{¬°§Ú»Ýn¦A¤@¦¸©M§A»¡¸Ü" ¡C °¨§Jµy·L¶V¹L¦oÁqªÓ¦Ó¥B¬Ý¡C "§Ú·Qn¬°¯u¥¿ªº³o¦¸¹Dºp¡C ³Ì«á¤@¦¸§Ú¹Á¸Õ,
¥¦¬O¬Û·í®t«l¡C §A¬O¥¿½Tªº-- §Ú¨S¦³¯uªº¬Ý§A·í§A¦]¬°§Ú¨ì¹F¦b³o¸Ì¡C ¦Ó¥B²¦³º§A¤w¸g©MªÖ®¦¸g¾ú,§A¯u¸Û¦a¸Ó±o¨ì¤ñ¨º§ó¡C §Ú¥i¥H¶i¨Ó¶Ü?"
"Sure, I guess." She smiled bemusedly. "I gave that sweater
to Ken for his birthday last year. I think he hated it. Wore it once and
left it in his closet ever afterward." / "·íµM¡A§Ú²q´ú" ¡C ¦o§x´b¦a·L¯º¡C
"§Ú¥h¦~¬°¥Lªº¥Í¤é§â¨º¤@¥ó¤ò¦çµ¹ªÖ®¦¡C §Ú»{¬°¥L¼¨«ë¥¦¡C ¬ïµÛ¤F¥¦¤@¦¸¨Ã¥BµM«á´¿¸g¦b¥Lªº¾ÀÃo¤¤¯d¤U¤F¥¦¡C"
Mark looked down. "I like it. I'm always cold here." / °¨§J¬Ý¤U¨Ó¡C
"§Ú³ßÅw¥¦¡C §ÚÁ`¬O´H§Nªº¦b³o¸Ì¡C"
Jun showed him inside. "Isn't there anything you can do about that?"
/ ¤»¤ë¥X¥Ü¤F¸Ì±ªº¥L¡C " ¨S¦³¥ô¦ó¨Æ§A¯àÃö©ó¨º°µ"?
"Other than dressing like an Eskimo?" Mark chuckled. "I've
got the thermostat in the bedroom cranked all the way up, and I've been
sleeping under three extra blankets." / "°£¤F¬ï¦ç¤§¥~³ßÅw¤@Ó·R´µ°ò¼¯¤H"?
°¨§J¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C "§Ú¤w¸g¦V¤W¨ÏµÊ®ð¼ÉÀꪺ©Ò¦³¤è¦¡ªºª×«Ç¦Û°Ê½Õ·Å¾¹¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¦b¤T±øÃB¥~ªº¤ò´à¤§¤U¤w¸gºÎı" ¡C
Jun walked to the kitchen and filled two mugs with water, then put them
into the microwave. "Why don't you have a seat?" As the microwave
counted down the time, Jun leaned against the counter with crossed arms.
Mark stared at the tabletop without saying anything. All this politeness,
the tension as if he was a guest and would eternally be the outsider--for
a moment he had no idea what to say that could dispel it. When the microwave
beeped, Jun pulled out the mugs and opened two packets of hot chocolate,
stirred, and brought them to the table. "I thought this might make
you warmer." / ¨«¸ô¥h¼p©Ð¦Ó¥B±N¤GÓÁy¸Ëº¡¤ôªº¤»¤ë,µM«á§â¥LÌ©ñ¤J·Lªi¡C "§A¦ó¤£§¤"? ·í·Lªipºâ¤U¨Ó®É¶¡ªº®ÉÔ,¤»¤ëʾa¦³¥æ¤eªº¤âÁuÂd¥x¡C
°¨§J¤£»Ýn»¡¥ô¦ó¨Æ´N¨nµÛ®à±¬Ý¡C ©Ò¦³ªº³o¦³Â§, ºò±i¦n¹³¥L¬O¤@ӫȤH¦Ó¥B±N·|¥Ã«í¦a¬O§½¥~¤H--¤@·|¨à¥L¤£ª¾¹D¸Ó»¡¤°»ò¨º¥i¥HÅX´²¥¦¡C ·í·Lªi¹Í¹ÍÁnªº®ÉÔ,¤»¤ë©Ô¥XÁy¦Ó¥B¥´¶}¤F¼öªº¥©§J¤Oªº¤GÓÀx¦s¾¹¡M¿E°_¡M¦Ó¥B±a¥LÌ¥h®à¤l¡C
"§Ú·Q¤F³o¥i¯à¨Ï§A§ó¼ö" ¡C
Suddenly smiling, Mark took his in both hands. "Thanks. You know,
Jason could make incredible hot chocolate. He'd make it late at night,
and we'd stay up even later talking." / ¬ðµM·L¯º, °¨§J®³¥Lªº¦b¨â°¦¤â¤¤¡C "ÁÂÁ¡C
§Aª¾¹D,³Ç¥Í¥i¥H»s³yÃø¥H¸m«Hªº¼ö¥©§J¤O¡C ¥L¦b±ß¤W±N·|¨Ï¥¦¿ð¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú̱N·|Åܱo¬Æ¦Ü¤ñ¸û¿ð»¡¸Ü¡C"
Jun took a sip of hers. "What did you talk about?" / ¤»¤ë±a¤F¦oªº°ã¶¼¡C
"Ãö©ó" §A»¡¸Ü¨ì¤°»ò?
"Oh, everything. Nothing important now, but everything at the time.
You know how it is." Mark looked into his mug and shook his head.
"This was the only thing he could cook." / "®@,¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C ¦b¨º®Éªº²{¦b«nªº¨S¨Æ
, ¦ý¬O¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C §Aª¾¹D¥¦¬O¦p¦ó¡C"°¨§J½Õ¬d¥LªºÁy¦Ó¥B·nÀY¡C "³o¬O¥L¥i¥HµNªº°ß¤@¨Æª«" ¡C
"I'm not so handy in the kitchen myself." Jun shrugged. "It
never interested me. I guess I'm not a real woman." / "§Ú¦b¼p©Ð¤¤¤£¬O¦p¦¹«K§Q§Ú¦Û¤v"
¡C ¤»¤ëÁqªÓ¡C "¥¦±q¤£¨Ï§Ú·P¿³½ì¤F¡C §Ú²q´ú§Ú¤£¬O¤@Ó¯u¥¿ªº¤k¤H¡C"
Mark traced the handle with one finger. "I didn't think that was
a requirement." / °¨§J¥Î¤@®Ú¤â«ü°lÂܬ`¡C "§Ú¨S¦³»{¬°¨º¬O¤@ӻݨD" ¡C
Jun's shoulders slumped. "I'm just one more pressure you don't need
right now." / ¤»¤ëªºªÓ²rµM±¼¸¨¡C "§Ú¥u¥ß¨è¬O¥t¥~¤@ÓÀ£¤O§A¤£»Ýn".
Sitting up, Mark said, "That's not it at all." He put his hand
on hers across the table. "Don't blame yourself for my idiocy. Or
Ken's idiocy. And Ken must be an idiot if he didn't want to grab onto
you with both hands and hang on tight. Princess is my closest friend back
home. Her and Jason, but she's the one who understands." He forced
himself to look into Jun's eyes. "You're a lot like her, and I can't
afford to lose someone who understands here, especially if it's my own
fault." / ¼õ©],°¨§J»¡," ¨º¤@ÂI¤]¤£¥¦". ¥L¾î¹L¦b¦oªº¤§¤W©ñ¥Lªº¤â®à¤l¡C "¤£n¦]¬°§Úªº¥Õè¦Ó³d³Æ§A¦Û¤v¡C
©ÎªÖ®¦ªº¥Õè¡C ¦Ó¥B¦pªG¥L¨S¦³·Qn¦b§A¤§¤W§ì¨ú¡AªÖ®¦¤@©w¬O¥Õè¥Ñ©ó¨âªÌªº¤â¦Ó¥BÄa±¾¦bºòºò¦a¤§¤W¡C ¤½¥D¬O§Ú³Ì¿ËªñªºªB¤ÍI±®a¡C ¦o©M³Ç¥Í,¦ý¬O¦o¬O¤F¸Ñªº¨º¤@Ó¡C"¥L±j¢¤F¥L¦Û¤v½Õ¬d¤»¤ëªº²´·ú¡C
"§A«Ü¦h¹³¦o¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú¤£¯àt¾á¥¢¥h¦b³o¸Ì¤F¸Ñªº¬Y¤H, ¤×¨ä¦pªG¥¦¬O§Ú¦Û¤vªº¹L¥¢".
Jun stood suddenly and walked a short distance from Mark. "You don't
know what it's like to have all your dreams shattered by someone."
/ ¤»¤ë¬ðµM¯¸¥ß¦Ó¥B¨«¸ô¤F¨Ó¦Û°¨§Jªºµu¶ZÂ÷¡C "§A¤£ª¾¹D¡A¥¦¬O¤°»ò³ßÅw¥´¸H§A©Ò¦³ªº¹Ú³Q¬Y¤H" ¡C
"I don't. It must have been even worse to have someone show up and
look as if he was prepared to do it all over again. I'm sorry." Mark
rested his head in his hands. "It's looking now as though I'm here
for good and Ken's well and truly lost." / " §Ú¤£¡C ¥¦¤@©wn¬Æ¦Ü§ó§ó§óÃaÅý¬Y¤H¥X²{¦Ó¥B¬Ý°_¨Ó¦n¹³¥L·Ç³Æ¦A¤@¦¸¨ì³B°µ¥¦¡C
¹ï¤£°_¡C"°¨§J¥ð®§¤F¥Lªº¤â¥LÀY¡C " ¥¦¥¿¦b²{¦b¬Ý¡A¦n¹³§Ú¥Ã¤[¦b³o¸Ì©M«Ü¦n¦a¦Ó¥B¯u¹ê¦a¥¢¥hªºªÖ®¦".
Nodding, Jun wrapped her arms around her waist. "Ryu told me earlier."
/ ÂIÀYªº,¤»¤ë¦b¦oªº¸y³¡©P³ò¥]¸Ë¦oªº¤âÁu¡C "Ryu ¦¨Ç®ÉÔ§i¶D¤F§Ú" ¡C
"So I thought I'd make you this offer--if you stop hating me, I'll
stop thinking of you as my long-lost sister. Neither of these things will
be easy, but let's become friends." / "¦]¦¹§Ú·Q¡A§Ú±N·|¨Ï§A¦¨¬°³o´£Ä³--¦pªG§A°±¤î´U¤l§Ú,§Ú±N°±¤î§â§A·í°µ§Úªºªø-
°g¥¢ªº©n©f¡C ¨âªÌ³£¤£³o¨Ç¨Æª«±N¬O®e©öªº, ¦ý¬OÅý§Ú̦¨¬°ªB¤Í¡C"
Jun chuckled lowly. "And then in five years, if you're still around,
and if I've been a good girl I'll get the decidedly feminine honor of
wearing your wedding ring? I don't think so." / ¤»¤ë¦ì¸m§C¤Uªº¦Y¦Y¯º¡C "¦Ó¥B¦b¤¦~¤¤µM«á¡A¦pªG§A¤´µM¦bªþªñ,
¦Ó¥B§Ú¤w¸g¬O§Ú±N¦³À¹§Aªºµ²±B§Ù«üªº½T©w¤k©ÊªººaÅA¦n¤k«Ä? §Ú¤£³o»ò»{¬°¡C"
"In five years, if I'm still around, and if I haven't treated you
terribly in the interim, you may feel like finding someone else."
Mark twisted around in his seat to look at her directly. "I'm no
good at this, and you have no idea how little I know about what women
want. Jason stole a girlfriend right out from under my nose a couple of
years ago." / " ¦b¤¦~¤¤¡A¦pªG§Ú¤´µM¦bªþªñ, ¦Ó¥B§Ú¨S¦³¦b¤¤¶¡®É´Á¤¤¥i©È¦a¹ï«Ý§A, §A¥i¯à·Qnµo²{¨ä¥L¤H"
¡C °¨§J¦b¥Lªº®y¦ì¤¤ªºªþªñÀ¾ª½±µ¦a¬Ý¦o¡C " §Ú¾Õªø³o¡A¦Ó¥B§A¤£ª¾¹D§ÚÃö©ó¤k¤H©Ò·Qnªºª¾¹D¦a¦h¤Ö¡C ³Ç¥Í´N¦b¥~°½¤@Ó¤kªB¤Í±q¦b¤@¨Ç¼Æ¦~¥H«e¦b§Úªº»ó¤l¤§¤U¡C"
Jun burst out laughing. "He did?" / ¤»¤ëÃzµõ¥X¯º¡C "¥L°µ"?
Mark edged away in his seat. "I have no clue what would make it better
for you, that's what I'm saying. Help me out here." / °¨§J¦b¥Lªº®y¦ì¤¤ªºÂ÷¶}¾U§Q¡C
"§Ú¨S¦³±N·|¨Ï§Aªº¥¦§ó¦nªº½u¯Á,¨º¬O§Ú©Ò¥¿¦b»¡ªº¡C ¦b³o¸ÌÀ°§U§Ú¡C"
Jun returned to the table. "I used to wonder, if every woman in the
world was lined up next to every plane in the world and every interesting
mission Dr. Nambu ever assigned us, and then you threw in Joe, Ryu and
Jinpei, if you made up a list of the ones Ken would choose for himself,
where I'd fall on that list. And then one at a time, I found out--the
other women weren't really an issue, the missions ended when Gallactor
fell, Ken was still able to fly his planes...but where was I in all this?
Sure, he'd take me to a movie or bring me a bouquet on my birthday. He
thought enough of me to bum a beer off me at the Snack. When it came right
down to it, though, it had to be up to me to take the initiative. All
those other things had vanished, and still I wasn't anywhere on his list
of priorities. Then the war came back, and he walked away from me without
a second thought. I go back to the background, and we all go back into
battle." / ¤»¤ë¦^¨ì®à¤l¡C " §Ú¹L¥h¤@ª½ÃhºÃ, ¦pªG¦b¥@¬É¤¤ªº¨CÓ¤k¤H³Q±Æ¦¨¤@¦æ¦b´¿¸g¦b¥@¬É©M¨C¤@¦³½ìªº¥ô°È
Nambu ³Õ¤h¤¤ºò¾F¨CÓ¸¾÷¤À°t¤F§Ṳ́W±,µM«á§A¦b³ì¡A Ryu ©M Jinpei ¤¤¥á, ¦pªG§A²Õ¦¨¤@³s¦ê¤@¨ÇªÖ®¦±N·|¬°¦Û¤v¿ï¾Ü,§Ú±N·|¦bþ¸Ì¸¨¦b¨º¤@¥»¥Ø¿ý¡C
µM«á¤@¨C¦¸¡A§Úµo²{--¨ä¥L¤k¤H¤£¯uªº¤@ÓijÃD,·í Gallactor ¶^¸¨ªº®ÉÔ¡A¥ô°Èµ²§ô,ªÖ®¦¤´µM¯à°÷¸¥Lªº¸¾÷¡C¡C¡C¦ý¬O¦b¥þ³¡¸Ì±§Ú¦bþ¸Ì³o?
·íµM¡A¥L±N·|¨ì¤@³õ¹q¼v±a§Ú©Î¦b§Úªº¥Í¤é¤W±aµ¹§Ú¤@§âªá§ô¡C ¥L¨¬°÷§Ú·Q¦b¤p¦Y±q§Ú¹L´å¥Á¥Í¬¡°à°s¡C ·í¥¦¥¿½T¦a¨Ó¤U¨Ó¨ì¥¦ªº®ÉÔ,ÁöµM¡A¥¦¥²¶·¥Ñ§Ú¨M©w±a²v¥ý¡C
©Ò¦³ªº¨º¨Ç¨ä¥Lªº¨Æª«¤w¸g®ø¥¢, ©M¼@·Ó§Ú¤£¦b¥LªºÀu¥ýÅvªº¥Ø¿ý¤Wªº¥ô¦ó¦a¤è¡C µM«á¾Ôª§¦^¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤£»Ýn¤@ӲĤGÓ·Qªk´N¨«¸ô»·Â÷§Ú¡C §Ú¦^¥hI´º¡A¦Ó¥B§ÚÌ¥þ³¡¶i¤J¾Ôª§¤§¤º¦^¥h¡C"
Mark rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes. "Jun, I'm
sorry." / °¨§J¥ð®§¤F¦b¥Lªº¤â¤W¥LÀY¦Ó¥BÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¡C "¤»¤ë,¹ï¤£°_".
"There's nothing you can do about it, right?" Jun closed her
eyes. "I should just know to give up." / "¦³§A¯àÃö©ó¥¦°µªº¨S¨Æ,¹ï¤£¹ï"?
¤»¤ëÃö³¬¤F¦oªº²´·ú¡C "§ÚÀ³¸Ó¶È¶Èª¾¹D©ñ±ó" ¡C
"Don't give up. How does this sound?" Mark looked her in the
face until she looked back at him. "I'll make you a priority. Maybe
this doesn't count because you had to tell me to do it, but I'll make
an effort to put you right up at the front." / "¤£n©ñ±ó¡C ³oÅ¥°_¨Ó¦p¦ó?"°¨§J¬Ý¦o¦bÁy¤¤ª½¨ì¦o³Q¦^¬Ý¥L¡C
"§Ú±N¨Ï§A¦¨¬°Àu¥ýÅv¡C ¦]¬°§A¥²¶·§i¶D§Ú°µ¥¦¡A¦ý¬O§Ú±NºÉ¤O¦b«e±¦V¤W¹ï§A¥[¥H®¾±Ï¡A©Ò¥H¤]³\³o¤£pºâ¡C"
Jun nodded. "That sounds good enough. What do you get out of that?"
"I get to make and keep a friend, hopefully." Mark had more
of his hot chocolate, then added, "And I get more hot chocolate and
Ken's rarely-worn sweaters." / ¤»¤ëÂIÀY¡C "¨ºÅ¥¦n¥R¨¬¡C §AÂ÷¶}¨º¤°»ò?""
§Ú¶}©l»s³y¦Ó¥B«O¦s¤@¦ìªB¤Í,¦³§Æ±æ¦a¡C"°¨§J¦³¤F¥Lªº¼ö¥©§J¤Oªº§ó¦h, µM«á¼W¥[ ",¦Ó¥B§Ú«Ü¤Ö¦a±o¨ì¸û¼öªº¥©§J¤O©MªÖ®¦-¿i·lªº¤ò¦ç¡C"
She giggled. "Somehow I suspect he wouldn't mind that!" / ¦o¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
" ¤£ª¾¦ó¬G§ÚÃhºÃ¡A¥L±N¤£¤¶·N¨º"!
Mark found her laughter contagious. For the next hour, talking with Jun
in her kitchenette, he almost forgot the chill in his hands. Only later,
heading to his own suite to turn in for the night, did his heart race
and his jaw clench. / °¨§Jµo²{¦oªº¯º¶Ç¬V©Êªº¡C ¤UÓ¤p®É,¦b¦oªº kitchenette ¤¤©M¤»¤ë»¡¸Ü,¥L´X¥G§Ñ°O¤F¥Lªº¤â´H§N¡C
ª½¨ì¤ñ¸û¿ðªº , ¹ï¥L¦Û¤vªºÀHû¼ÐÃD¤W§ÉºÎı¹L©] , ¥Lªº¤ß¤ñÁÉ©M¥LªºÃE¤~ºò´¤¡C
I'm here for good, then, aren't I? Walking into Ken's suite, he scanned
it rapidly and made mental notes on all the changes he'd make to the rooms:
more lights, more open space on that far wall, fewer posters in the hallway,
more actual food in the refrigerator, the TV in the corner rather than
in the center of the living room wall... In the bedroom, Mark dropped
onto the bed and buried himself under the comforter still wearing his
jeans and t-shirt. In the silence of the darkened room, he closed his
eyes and let his mind wander its way to sleep. / µM«á§Ú¥Ã¤[¦b³o¸Ì, §Ú¤£¬O? ¨«¤JªÖ®¦ªºÀHû,¥L§Ö³t¦a±½´y¤F¥¦¦Ó¥B§@¤F¦b¥L±N·|»s³y©Ð¶¡ªº©Ò¦³§ïÅܤ豪º±}°O:
§ó¦hªº¥ú,¦b¨º±»·ªºÀð¾À¤Wªº¸û¶}©ñªºªÅ¶¡,¨«´Yªº¸û¤Ö¼s§i,¹q¦B½cªº¸û¯u¹êªº¹ª«, ¨¤¸¨ªº¹qµø¤£Ä@¦b«ÈÆUÀð¾Àªº¤¤¤ß¤¤¡C¡C¡C ¦bª×«Ç¤¤¡A°¨§J¤´µM¦b§É¤§¤W°§C¦Ó¥B¦b¦w¼¢ªº¤H¤§¤U®I¸®¤F¥L¦Û¤v¬ïµÛ¥Lªº¤û¥J¿Ç©M
T«ò¡C ¦b³Q§Ë·tªº©Ð¶¡¨HÀq¤è±¡A¥LÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥BÅý¥Lªº¤ß¹C¿º¥¦ªº¤èªkºÎı¡C
A sudden crash of metal and plastic startled him. / ª÷ÄÝ©M¶ì½¦ªº¤@Ó¬ðµMªº¼Y·´¾_Åå¤F¥L¡C
As if in a dream, he looked up to see a door open and Chief Anderson step
into the room. He turned back to Jason and heard himself speaking. / ¦n¹³¦b¤@Ó¹Ú¤¤¡A¥L¬Ý¦b¤W±¶i¤J©Ð¶¡¤§¤º¬Ý¨£¤@®°ªù¤½¶}©M¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¨BÆJ¡C
¥L¹ï³Ç¥Í§é¦^¦Ó¥BÅ¥¨ì¤F¥L¦Û¤v»¡¡C
And you see, Jason, that's why one should never play volleyball in the
house. / ¦Ó¥B§A¬Ý¨£,³Ç¥Í,¨º¬O¤@¬°¤°»òÀ³¸Ó±q¤£¦b©Ð¤l¤¤¥´±Æ²y¡C
You're absolutely right. Is it your serve next? / §A§¹¥þ¥¿½T¡C ¥¦¬O§AªºªA°È¤U¤@Ó¶Ü?
Mark looked around at the TV room back at home, at Jason holding a large
pink ball, grinning rogueishly. Presently Mark realized the ball was Keyop's,
one of the things Tiny had given him last Christmas. It had a name he
couldn't recall at the moment. Jason tossed him the ball, and Mark felt
himself catch it. At his side, the TV played with the word MUTE in large
green letters shining in the upper right hand corner. Chief Anderson stood
with folded arms while Jason crouched beside the VCR cabinet picking up
spilled tapes and a metal bookend. / °¨§J¦b®a¦V«á¦a¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¦b¹qµø©Ð¶¡,¦b´¤¦í¤@Ó¤jªº¯»¬õ²y¡AÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º
rogueishlyªº³Ç¥Í¡C ¥Ø«e°¨§J¤F¸Ñ¡A²y¬O Keyop's ªº, ¨Æª«·¥¤pªº¤§¤@¥h¦~¸t½Ï¸`¤w¸gµ¹¥L¡C ¥¦¦³¤F¥L¦¹¨è¤£¥i¥H¨ú®øªº¤@Ó¦W¦r¡C
³Ç¥Í§ëÂY¤F¥L²y , ©M°¨§J¤òÀÖ¥L¦Û¤v®·®»¥¦¡C ¦b¥Lªº¨Ãä¡A¹qµø©M¦b¤W±ªº¥k¤â¨¤¸¨¤¤°{Ã{ ªº¤jºñ¦âªº«H¦r°×¤lª±¡C ·í³Ç¥Í¦b¬B°_·¸¥Xªº¿ýµ±a©M¤@Óª÷ÄÝ»sªº®Ñ¾×
ªºÄá¿ý¼v¾÷¤º»Õ®ÇÃäÃÛ¤Uªº®ÉÔ¡A¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹¥HºPÅ|ªº¤âÁu¯¸¥ß¡C
Are you done thoroughly destroying the room? / §A§¹¦¨¤F¹ý©³¦a¯}Ãa©Ð¶¡¶Ü?
Nothing's broken--we were using Keyop's Gertieball. Jason looked up at
the Chief and half-closed his eyes. It's better than endlessly watching
the TV. / ³Q¥´¯}ªº¨S¨Æ--§ÚÌ¥¿¦b¨Ï¥Î Keyop's ªº Gertieball ¡C ³Ç¥Í¬Ý¦b»â³S©M¤@¥b¤W± - ³QÃö³¬¥Lªº²´·ú¡C
¥¦¶W¹L¤£Â_¦a¬Ý¹qµø¬O¤ñ¸û¦nªº¡C
Any change yet? the Chief asked, and Mark felt himself answering, / ¥ô¦óªº§ïÅÜ?
»â³S°Ý¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J·Pı¤F¥L¦Û¤v¦^µª,
Not so far, but I could sense some things before. Nothing now. / ¤£¬O¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î¡A¦ý¬O§Ú¥H«e¥i¥H·Pı¤@¨Ç¨Æª«¡C
²{¦bªº¨S¨Æ¡C
Mark watched the Chief leave, and as the door closed, Jason gave him a
sidelong glance. Stop trying to save your pride, Ken. Concede the game.
/ °¨§J¬Ý¤F¥Dnªº¥ð°²¡A¦Ó¥B·íªùÃö³¬ªº®ÉÔ,³Ç¥Íµ¹¤©¤F¥L¾îªº¤@¿h¡C °±¤î¹Á¸Õ¸Ñ±Ï§Aªº¦Û¶Æ¡AªÖ®¦¡C ©Ó»{¤ñÁÉ¡C
Mark startled, eyes open. I thought I was dreaming-- But even now, sitting
bolt upright in Ken's bed, he still could hear and see some of the world
where he'd come from. Ken and Jason were playing ball in the living room
with the TV on but muted. / °¨§J¾_Åå, ¶}©ñªº²´·ú¡C §Ú·Q¤F§Ú¥¿¦b°µ¹Ú-- ¦ý¬O¬Æ¦Ü²{¦b¡A®y¦ì¦w±Æ¦bªÖ®¦ªº§É¤¤ª½¥ß¦a¬¦í,
¥L¤´µM¥i¥HÅ¥¨ì¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨£¥L¦³¨Ó¦Ûªº¤@¨Ç¥@¬É¡C ªÖ®¦©M³Ç¥Í¥¿¦b©M¹qµøªº«ÈÆU¤¤ª±²y¦b¦ý¬O¤§¤W°×¤l¡C
"That's it," Mark whispered. "The television!" / "
¨º¬O¥¦",°¨§J¦Õ»y¡C "¹qµø"!
---
It took too long to get to sleep that night. Mark forced himself to remain
awake long after his shivering body needed its daily collapse, and he
found after a while he'd definitely increased his skill at piercing the
river dividing him from his world. As if looking upward from the bottom
of a swimming pool, Mark could pick out the shapes and voices of his family.
His world came to him through Ken's eyes. / ¥¦®³¤Ó¤[¦ÓµLªk¶}©l¨º©]±ßºÎı¡C ¦b¥LªºÅ¸§Ý¨Åé»Ýn¤F¥¦ªº¨C¤é±Y¼ì¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦b¤@·|¨à¤§«áµo²{¤§«á¡A°¨§J±j¢¤F¥L¦Û¤v«O«ù¿ô«Üªø¥L¦³¤@©w±q¥Lªº¥@¬É¦b¨ë°©ªºªe¼W¥[¤F¥Lªº§Þ³N¤À«×¥L¡C
¦n¹³±q´åªa¦Àªº©³³¡¬Ý°_¨Ó¦V¤W,°¨§J¥i¥H¬D¿ï¥Lªº®a®x§Îª¬©MÁnµ¡C ¥Lªº¥@¬É¸g¹LªÖ®¦ªº²´·ú¨«ªñ¥L¡C
Does Ken know I'm here? he wondered. Does Ken feel my heart pounding or
my teeth clenching? / ªÖ®¦ª¾¹D§Ú¦b³o¸Ì¶Ü? ¥LÃhºÃ¡C ªÖ®¦·Pı§Úªº¤ßºV©Î§Úªº¤ú¾¦ºò´¤¶Ü?
Jason and Ken were having far too good a time. Even Princess and Keyop
seemed relaxed as they stayed in the TV room with the impostor. / ³Ç¥Í©MªÖ®¦¥¿¦b»»»·¦a¦³¤Ó¦nªº¦¸¡C
·í¥L̯d¦b¹qµø©M«_¦W³»´Àªº¤H©Ð¶¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A¬Æ¦Ü¦ü¥Gªº¤½¥D©M Keyop ©ñÃP¡C
While it felt good to hear Jason's and Princess's laughter again, Mark
wondered why they were laughing at all. He'd spent too much time living
here, like a man underwater, and now he found the laughter alien. What
if Ken didn't want to change back--that might make it more difficult.
A hot surge flooded Mark's stomach and chest: if Ken decided he didn't
want to head home at all, all he'd have to do was leave the TV room permanently.
Now who's being paranoid? Mark wondered. Ken and Jason hadn't budged from
the TV room the entire time he'd been able to check on them, and they
hadn't once actually watched the screen, instead playing video games on
the tiny set in the corner or else horsing around and at times outright
brawling. They obviously wanted only to be in the presence of the HDTV--therefore
they knew about its power to bring Mark home. Therefore they were trying.
/ ¥¦Ä±±oµÎªA¦A¤@¦¸Å¥¨ì³Ç¥Íªº©M¤½¥Dªº¯º¡A¤£¹L°¨§JÃhºÃ¤F¥L̬°¤°»ò¥¿¦b¯º¥þ³¡¡C ¥L¦³«×¹L¤Ó¦h®É¶¡¦b³o¸Ì¦í,¹³¤@Ó¨k¤H¦b¤ô¤¤,¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥Lµo²{¯º¥~¹´¡C
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We just need to time a burst of energy here with him near the TV there,
the way we were when it happened the first time. Mark forced his mind
back through the river to check on Ken again--they were looking at the
TV this time, and then Ken turned his gaze to Princess. / §Ú̶ȶȻÝn¦b¨º¸Ì¦b¹qµøªºªþªñ©M¥L©w®É¯à·½³o¸Ìªº¯}µõ,
¤è¦¡§Ú̬O·í¥¦µo¥Í²Ä¤@¦¸¡C °¨§J§â¥Lªº¤ßÀ£¢¦^¨Ó¸g¹Lªe¦A¤@¦¸ÀˬdªÖ®¦--¥LÌ¥¿¦b³o¦¸¬Ý¹qµø,µM«áªÖ®¦±N¥Lªºª`µøÂà¦V¤½¥D¡C
I think we'd better call it a day. Nothing's happening. / §Ú»{¬°§Ú̳̦n¤µ¤Ñ¨ì¦¹¬°¤î¡C
¨S¨Æµo¥Í¡C
Do you feel him any longer? / §AÅܱo¤ñ¸ûªø¶Ü?
Mark felt Ken shake his head. / °¨§J·PıªÖ®¦·n°Ê¥LªºÀY¡C
Well, there's no use staying awake for days on end--we'll try again later.
/ ¦n§a,¨S¦³³sÄò°±¯d¿ô¼Æ¤Ñ ªº¨Ï¥Î--§Ú̵y«á¦A¤@¦¸±N¸Õ¡C
Maybe he ought to sleep in front of the TV tonight? / ¤]³\¥LÀ³¸Ó¤µ±ß¦b¹qµø¤§«eºÎı?
Jason's sardonic chuckle, And then die of radiation poisoning or something...
/ ³Ç¥Íªº¼J¯º¦Y¦Yªº¯ºÁn, µM«á¦º©ó¬r®` ªº©ñ®g½u©Î¬Y¨Æ¡C¡C¡C
Or we wake up to find out he bought seventeen Juice Shooters or something
off an infomercial, Tiny added. / ©Î§ÚÌ¿ô¨Óµo²{¥L±q infomercial ¶R¤F¤Q¤CӥĮg¤â©Î¬Y¨Æ, ·¥¤pªºªþ¥[¡C
Mark laughed. Then, as they left the TV room, he returned to himself.
The solution seemed practical, assuming Nambu really had worked on a device
of his own like he claimed. Mark's ability to sense when Ken entered the
TV room would help him fine-tune their energy bursts on this end. And
then he could go home and get back to his own Phoenix, his own bed, his
own Princess and Jason and Keyop and Tiny, his own Chief Anderson, his
own books and music, his own airplane, his own light of day, his own friends...
/ °¨§J¯º¡C µM«á¡A¦p¦P¥LÌÂ÷¶}¤F¹qµø©Ð¶¡¤@¼Ë¡A¥L¦^¨ì¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¸Ñ¨M¤è®×¦ü¥G¡A¹ê»Úªº, ¶ÆºCªº Nambu ¤w¸g¯uªº³B²z¥L«ÅºÙªº¥L¦Û¤vªº¦PÃþ¤@Ӹ˸m¡C
°¨§Jªº·Pı¯à¤O·í³Q¶i¤J¹qµø©Ð¶¡ªºªÖ®¦±N·|À°§U¥L¦nªº®ÉÔ-ºq¦±¥L̪ººë¤O¦b³o¤@Óµ²§ô¤è±ªº¯}µõ¡C µM«á¥L¥i¥H¦^®a¦Ó¥B¦^¨ì¥L¦Û¤vªº»ñ°Ä«°¡A¥L¦Û¤vªº§É
, ¥L¦Û¤vªº¤½¥D©M³Ç¥Í©M Keyop ©M·¥¤pªº,¥L¦Û¤vªº¥Dn¦w¼w»¹¡A¥L¦Û¤vªº®Ñ©Mµ¼Ö¡A¥L¦Û¤vªº¸¾÷¡A¤é¤lªº¥L¦Û¤vªº¥ú , ¥L¦Û¤vªºªB¤Í¡C¡C¡C
A sudden beeping startled him, and Mark turned to find the alarm clock
sounding off. After blinking a few times, he realized he'd fallen asleep.
Morning already--now he wished he'd stayed asleep. His body only sluggishly
responded to his attempt to get out of bed. / ¬ðµM¹Í¹ÍÁn¾_Åå¤F¥L¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J·Ç³Æ¨«¶}µo²{¾xÄÁ´úÁè´ú±oªºµ²ªG¡C
¦b¯w²´¼Æ®É¥N¤§«á¡A¥L¤F¸Ñ¤F¥L¤w¸gºÎµÛ¡C ¦±á¤w¸g--²{¦b¥LÄ@¤F¥L¦³°±¯dºÎ¼ô¤F¡C ¥Lªº¨Åé°ß¤@ªº°½Ãi¦a¦^À³¥Lªº¹Á¸ÕÂ÷¶}§É¡C
That's because it knows what I have to do next, he thought groggily. /
¦]¬°¥¦ª¾¹D§Ú¥²¶·µM«á°µªº¡A©Ò¥H¨º¬O,¥L°s¾K¦a·Q¡C
Outside Jun's door, Mark knocked lightly, then backed a step down the
hall. She opened before he could escape completely, however. / ¦b¤»¤ëªºªù¤§¥~¡A°¨§J»´»´ªººVÀ»,µM«á§â¤@Ó¨BÆJ¦^¤U¨ÓªùÆU¡C
µM¦Ó,¦b¥L¥i¥H§¹¥þ¦a°k²æ¤§«e , ¦o¥´¶}¡C
"You're here early," she said, her face still sleepy. She wore
a tremendous flannel nightshirt that ended at her thighs, and Mark kept
his eyes carefully focused on hers. "Is something wrong?" /
"§A¦¦b³o¸Ì",¦o»¡, ¤´µMµt¥Fªº¦oÁy¡C ¦oÀ¹¤F¤@Ó¦b¦oªº¤j»Lµ²§ôªº¥¨¤jªkÄõµ³ºÎ¦ç¥ÎªºªøŨ¦ç¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¤p¤ß¦a«O«ù¤F¥Lªº²´·ú§â«¤ß¶°¤¤¦b¦oªº¡C
" ¦³¤ò¯f¬O"?
"In a way." She ushered him inside, and Mark took the same seat
he had the night before. "I figured out a way to get back home."
/ "¦b¤@©wµ{«×¤W ". ¦o¤Þ¾É¤F¸Ì±ªº¥L¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¨ú±o¤F¥L¦b¨ºÓ©]±ß¥H«e¦³ªº¬Û¦P®y¦ì¡C "§Ú²z¸Ñ¤@Ó¤èªk±o¨ì«á±ªº®a"
¡C
Her eyes widened. "How? What happened?" / ¦oªº²´·úÂX¤j¡C "¦p¦ó?
µo¥Í¤°»ò¨Æ?"
"When I got back to my room, in the quiet, I was able to sense Ken,
Princess, and the others." He bit his lip. Jun took her seat across
from him. "There's got to be a combination of forces--the one on
this side has to coincide with the force on the other. I've figured out
what the force there is--the damned high-tech television we bought with
our combat pay, of all things--and all I have to do is tell you folks
when Ken's near it in order to transfer back." Mark smiled wryly.
"Ken's been making it easier for me--he apparently knows what the
TV does." / "·í§Ú¦^¨ì§Úªº©Ð¶¡®ÉÔ,¦b¦wÀR¤è±¡A§Ú¯à°÷·PıªÖ®¦¤½¥D, ©M¨ä¾lªÌ" ¡C ¥L«r¤F¥Lªº®B¡C
¤»¤ë¦û¾Ú¤F¦oªº®y¦ì¦b¥L¹ï±¡C " ¨º¸Ì³Q¶}©l¬Ox¶¤ªº¤@Ó²Õ¦X--¦b³oÃä¤Wªº¨º¤@Ó¥²¶·»P¦b¥t¤@Ó¤Wªº¤O¶q¤@P¡C §Ú¤w¸g²z¸Ñ¤°»ò¤O¶q¦³--
¸Ó¦ºªº°ª¬ì§Þ¹qµø§ÚÌ¥H§Ú̪º¾Ô°«Á~¸ê¶R,©Ò¦³ªº¨Æª«-- ©M¥þ³¡§Ú¥²¶·°µ¬O§i¶D§A¤HÌ·í¦b¥¦ªþªñªºªÖ®¦¦b¦¸§Ç¦V«á¦aÂಾ¡C"°¨§J§á¬n¦a·L¯º¡C
"¨Ï§Úªº¥¦§ó®e©öªºªÖ®¦--¥LÅãµM¦aª¾¹D¹qµø°µªº".
Jun rested her chin on her hands. "Go on." / ¤»¤ë¥ð®§¤F¦b¦oªº¤â¤W¦o¤U¤Ú¡C
"Ä~Äò" ¡C
"I meant what I said last night." Mark swallowed. "You're
a priority. I'm not leaving here if you think that's abandoning you."
/ " §Ú·N¿×§Ú¬Q±ß»¡ªº" ¡C °¨§J§]¡C "§A¬OÀu¥ýÅv¡C ¦pªG§A»{¬°¨º¥¿¦b©ñ±ó§A¡A§Ú¨S¦³¦bÂ÷¶}³o¸Ì¡C"
After a second, Jun's mouth formed a small o. Mark went on. "Obviously
I can't treat you very well if I'm not around. I'd be throwing you right
back onto Ken's tender mercies right after going ahead and swearing you'd
never have to deal with something like that because of me ever--"
/ ¦b¬í¤§«á¡A¤»¤ëªº¼L§Î¦¨¤F¤pªº o ¡C °¨§JÄ~Äò¡C "¦pªG§Ú¤£¦bªþªñ¡A©úÅã¦a§Ú¤£¯à§â§A¹ï«Ý±o«Ü¦n¡C §Ú±N·|¦b¦V«e¦a¥h¦Ó¥Bµo»}¤§«á¥¿½T¦a¦bªÖ®¦ªº·Å©M¤¯·O¤§¤W¦V«á¦a¥¿½T¦a¥á§A§A¦³±q¤£¥²¶·´¿¸g¦]¬°§Ú³B²z¦³ÂI¹³¨ºªº--"
"Wait a second--wait, Mark." Jun took a deep breath. "If
it's my choice, then let me make it easier for you. Go. I'd never be happy
if I knew it was solely by keeping you unhappy. I don't know what to say,
that you'd even think you needed my approval." She hesitated. "But
thank you." / "µ¥Ô¬í--µ¥Ô°¨§J". ¤»¤ë§@¤F²`ªº©I§l¡C " ¦pªG¥¦¬O§Úªº¿ï¾Ü, µM«á¨Ï§Ú¨Ï§Aªº¥¦§ó®e©ö¡C
¥h¡C ¦pªG§Úª¾¹D¤F¥¦¿W¦Û¦a¬OÂǥѨϧA«O«ù¤£§Ö¼Öªº¡A§Ú¦³±q¤£«Ü§Ö¼Ö¡C §Ú¤£ª¾¹D¸Ó»¡¤°»ò¡A§A±N·|¬Æ¦Ü»{¬°§A»Ýn¤F§ÚªºÃÙ¦¨¡C"¦oµS¿Ý¡C
" ¦ý¬OÁÂÁ§A".
Mark lowered his head. / °¨§J°§C¤F¥LªºÀY¡C
"Let's go." Jun took his hand and stood. "Dr. Nambu will
be interested in what you've learned." / "Åý§ÚÌ¥h" ¡C ¤»¤ë±a¤F¥Lªº¤â¦Ó¥B¯¸µÛ¡C
"Nambu ³Õ¤h±N¹ï§A¤w¸g¾Ç²ßªº·P¿³½ì" ¡C
---
The machine looked less intimidating than the HDTV, at least. Mark watched
as two white coated technicians adjusted levers and dials on the contraption
until something beeped, and they gave one another a thumbs-up. As they
moved away, Mark got a better look at the system and still felt he knew
nothing about it: a black box atop a black hourglass pedestal with no
real features to define front, center, or anything. At least the Gallactor
machine had presence, and the HDTV had always dominated the TV room, but
this thing made Mark feel like he was about to put a quarter in a gumball
machine. / ¾÷¾¹¬Ý¤F¤ñ¸û¤Öªº«Â¯Ù³Ó©ó°ª¸ÑªR«×¹qµø,¦Ü¤Ö¡C ·í¤Gӥզ⪺¶î¤W¤@¼hªº§Þ³N¤Hû½Õ¾ã¤F¦b·sµo©úª«¤Wªººb±ì©M¨è«×½Lª½¨ì³Q¹Í¹ÍÁnªº¬Y¨Æ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L̵¹¤©¤F©¼¦¹¤@°¦©æ«üªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J¬Ý-¦V¤W¡C
·í¥L̲¾¶}ªº®ÉÔ, °¨§J±o¨ì¤F¨t²Îªº¤ñ¸û¦nªº±»ª¦Ó¥B¤´µM·Pı¥L¤@ÂI¤]¤£ª¾¹D¥¦: ¦b¤@Ӷ¦⪺®Éº|³»¤Wªº¤@Ӷ²°¤l¥H¨S¦³¯u¥¿ªº¯S¼x¥[®y©w¸q«e±¡A¤¤¤ß©Î¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C
¦Ü¤Ö Gallactor ¾÷¾¹¦³¤F¥X²{¡A¦Ó¥B°ª¸ÑªR«×¹qµøÁ`¬O¤w¸g¤ä°t¹qµø©Ð¶¡¡A¦ý¬O³o¤@¥ó¨Æª«¨Ï°¨§J·Pı¹³¥L¥¿n§â¥|¤À¤§¤@©ñ¤J¤@³¡¤f»¿}¾÷¾¹¡C
Jun stood close at his side, a still and gentle presence. Just as wired
as the black box, Jinpei wandered the room bugging Nambu, the techs, and
the rest of the team indiscriminately: Are you done yet? What does that
do? When can you start it? / ¤»¤ë¦b¥Lªº¨Ãä±µªñ¦a¯¸¥ß,ÀR¤îªº©M·Å©Mªº¥X²{¡C ªº¥H½u¥[±jªº´N¹³¶Â²°¤l¤@¼Ë¦h,Jinpei
¹C¿ºµL®t§O¦a·ÐÂZ Nambu ¡A¬ì§Þ©M¤p²Õªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À ªº©Ð¶¡: §A§¹¦¨¤F¶Ü? ¤°»ò°µ? §A¦ó®É¯à¶}©l¥¦?
I guess they want me to leave as badly as I want me to leave. Mark allowed
himself a grim smile. Not that I blame them much--I guess I've been little
more than a judgmental and reluctant addition to their team. And no one
can replace Ken. / §Ú²q´ú¥LÌ·Qn§Ú¹³§Ú·Qn§ÚÂ÷¶}¤@¼ËªºÄY«¦aÂ÷¶}¡C °¨§J¤¹³\¤F¥L¦Û¤v¤@Ó§N»Åªº·L¯º¡C ¤£¨º§Ú³d³Æ¥L̫ܦh--§Ú²q´ú
, §Ú¤w¸g¹ï¥L̪º¤p²Õ¬O¤p©ó¼f§Pªº©M¤£±¡Ä@ªºªþ¥[¡C ¦Ó¥B¨S¦³¤H¯à´À´«ªÖ®¦¡C
Jun said, "Are they back in the TV room yet?" / ¤»¤ë»¡," ¥L̦b¹qµø©Ð¶¡¤¤¦^¨Ó"?
Mark closed his eyes and reached across the river yet again-- sometimes
he could feel Ken even without the TV now, the more he practiced, but
this time the images came sharp and sounds like faint whispers registered
easily. "Yes. Finally." / °¨§JÃö³¬¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¦Ó¥B¨ì¹F¶V¹Lªe¦A¤@¦¸¤´µM-- ¦³®É¥L¥i¥H²{¦b¤£»Ýn¹qµø´N¬Æ¦Ü·PıªÖ®¦,
§ó¦h¥L½m²ß¡A¦ý¬O³o¦¸¼v¹³¾ã¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¹³·L®zªº¦Õ»y¤@¼ËªºÁnµ®e©ö¦aµn°O¡C "¬Oªº¡C ³Ì«á¡C"
Jason had perched on the arm of the sofa with a cup of coffee and an unbuttered
bagel while Ken had taken a seat the normal way and watched the morning
news. Ken was snacking on a box of mini wheats and kept a glass of orange
juice at his side. Mark felt him startle, then heard him say, "I
feel him--I see them! They're trying for a switch now...." / ·íªÖ®¦¤w¸g§¤¥¿±`ªº¤èªk¦Ó¥B¬Ý¦±á·s»Dªº®ÉÔ¡A³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¦b¨Fµoªº¤âÁu¤W³Q¤@ªM©@°Ø©M¤@Ó³Q¤£¥¤ªoªº¦Ê¦N±²´Ï®§¡C
ªÖ®¦¥¿¦b°g§A¤p³Áªº¤@Ó²°¤l¤W¦Y¹s¹¨Ã¥B§â¤@ªM¾ï¤l¥Ä¯d¦b¦b¥Lªº¨Ãä¡C °¨§J·Pı¥L¦YÅå, µM«áÅ¥¨ì¥L»¡,"§Ú·Pı¥L--§Ú¬Ý¨£¥LÌ! ¥LÌ¥¿¦b²{¦b¬°¤@Ó¶}Ãö¹Á¸Õ...."
Jason said something, but a hand on Mark's shoulder on this side of the
river interrupted him. "Mark, it's time to transform," Nambu
said, and Mark obliged. The suit shimmered around him momentarily, and
in that moment, Ken sat up and said, "I feel him again!" / ³Ç¥Í»¡¬Y¨Æ,¦ý¬O¦bªeªº³oÃä¤Wªº¦b°¨§JªºªÓ¤W¤@°¦¤â¥´Â_¤F¥L¡C
"°¨§J,²{¦b¬O¸ÓÂà´«ªº®ÉÔ",Nambu »¡¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J±j¨î¡C ¶D³^¼È®É¦a¦bªþªñµo°{Ã{¤§¥ú¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¨º¤ù¨è¤¤¡AªÖ®¦¼õ©]¦Ó¥B»¡,"§Ú¦A¤@¦¸·Pı¥L"!
Princess and Jason stood, and Ken moved closer to the television. "No,"
Princess said, "he was sitting right here when it happened--you'd
better keep the distance the same just in case--" while Keyop ran
out of the room to go get the Chief. Tiny and Jason looked on with a blank
breathlessness. / ¤½¥D©M³Ç¥Í¯¸µÛ¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦²¾°Ê¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº¨ì¹qµø¡C "¤£" ¡A¤½¥D»¡ ", ¥L´N¦b³o¸Ì§¤·í¥¦µo¥Í--
§A³Ì¦n¨Ï¶ZÂ÷«O«ù¬Û¦Pªº¶È¶È¥H¨¾¸U¤@--" ·í Keyop ¶]¥Xn¥hªº©Ð¶¡®ÉÔª§¨ú»â³S¡C ·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B³Ç¥Í¬Ý¦b¥Ñ©óªÅ¥Õªº³Ý¤£¹L®ð¨Ó¤§¤W¡C
Mark looked around the room at the others. "Thank you," he said
to Dr. Nambu. "I appreciate all the effort you spent on my behalf."
/ °¨§J¦b¨ä¾lªÌ¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý©Ð¶¡¡C "ÁÂÁ§A",¥L¹ï Nambu ³Õ¤h»¡¡C "§Ú·P¿E§A¥Nªí§Úªá¶Oªº©Ò¦³§V¤O"
¡C
"Get the television fixed," Nambu said. / "Åý¹qµø³Qײz",Nambu
»¡¡C
Mark shook hands with Jinpei, then turned to Ryu and found himself the
startled recipient of a bear hug. "Watch the ribs!" Ryu let
him down laughing, and Mark gave him a friendly shove, then ducked as
Ryu darted after him. Turning on the balls of his feet, Mark took another
step that left him face to face with Jun. / °¨§J©M Jinpei ´¤¤â, µM«áÂà¦V Ryu ¦Ó¥Bµo²{¥L¦Û¤vºµ¾Ö©êªº³Q¾_Å媺±µ¨üªÌ¡C
"¬Ý¦Ø°©"! Ryu Åý¥L¥¢±æ¯º¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§Jµ¹¤©¤F¥L¤Í¦nªº±À, µM«á¨S¤J¤ô¤¤·í Ryu ¦b¥L¤§«á§ë®g¡C ¥´¶}¥Lªº¸}²y,°¨§J±Ä¨ú¤F±¹ï±¥H¤»¤ë¯d¤U¤F¥Lªº¥t¤@Ó¨BÆJ¡C
Ken reached for Princess' hands and gave them a squeeze. "Take care
of yourself," he said, and she replied, "You take care of yourself.
It'll all work out." / ªÖ®¦¤Î©ó Princess' ¤â¨Ã¥Bµ¹¤©¤F¥LÌÀ½À£¡C "·ÓÅU§A¦Û¤v",¥L»¡¡A¦Ó¥B¦oµªÂÐ
",§A·ÓÅU§A¦Û¤v¡C ¥¦¥þ³¡±N¸Õºâ¡C"
Jason had his fists deep in his pockets, and he gave Ken a nod. "Hey,
see you around sometime." / ³Ç¥Í¦³¤F¥Lªº¤f³U¥L®±ÀY²`³B¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lµ¹¤©¤FªÖ®¦ÂIÀY¡C "¶Ù,¬Y¤@Ӯɶ¡¦bªþªñ¬Ý¨£§A".
"I wish I could say the same for you." A pallor settled on Ken's
cheeks, and he shook his head. "It was good to be with you again,
even if it wasn't all the same." / "§ÚÄ@§Ú¥i¥H¬°§A»¡¤@¼Ëªº" ¡C ¤@Ó»a¥Õ¦bªÖ®¦ªºÀU¤W¦w¹y¡A¦Ó¥B¥L·nÀY¡C
"¦A¤@¦¸¬O©M§A¦b¤@°_¬O¦nªº, §Y¨Ï¥¦¤£¬O¤´µM".
Jason looked aside. / ³Ç¥Í¦b¤@Ãä¬Ý¡C
Mark tried to edge away from Jun, then said, "I have no idea what
to say to you." / °¨§J¸ÕµÛ¨Ï»·Â÷¤»¤ë¾U§Q,µM«á»¡,"§Ú¤£ª¾¹D¸Ó¹ï§A»¡¸Ü¤°»ò" ¡C
"Then don't try. Here." She handed him a bag. "I figured
you ought to take something to remember us by." Mark smiled, and
she grinned back at him. "Give Ken a heads-up if you can." /
"µM«á¤£¸Õ¡C ¦b³o¸Ì¡C"¦o¶Ç»¼¤F¥L¤@Ó³U¤l¡C " §Úºtºâ§AÀ³¸Ó±a¬Y¨Æ°O±o§Ú̳Q". °¨§J·L¯º¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¦V«á¦a¦b¥LÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"µ¹ªÖ®¦¤@ÓÀY- ´£°ª¦pªG§A¯à".
"We're ready," Nambu said. / "§Ú̷dzƦn ",Nambu »¡¡C
Mark clutched the bag tightly in his hands, clenched his teeth, and nodded
at Nambu, who threw a switch on the control board. / °¨§J¦b¥Lªº¤â¤¤ºòºò¦a§ì¨c¤F³U¤l¡Mºò´¤¤F¥Lªº¤ú¾¦¡M¦Ó¥B¦b
Nambu ÂIÀY,¥á¦b±±¨î¸³¨Æ·|¤Wªº¤@Ó¶}Ãö¡C
Ken said, "It's stronger!" / ªÖ®¦»¡," ¥¦¬O¤ñ¸û±j§§ªº"!
Jason rushed forward and pushed a video tape into Ken's hands. "Watch
this when you get home--you'll like it." / ³Ç¥Í¦V«e¦a¶Ê«P¦Ó¥B±À°Ê¤@±²¿ý¼v±a¶iªÖ®¦ªº¤â¤§¤º¡C
"·í§A¦^®aªº®ÉÔ¡A¬Ý³o--§A±N³ßÅw¥¦".
Mark could see Jason's face perfectly, but he still could see Jun, Jinpei
and Ryu with equal clarity, and the double vision set his heart pounding.
He could feel the bag in his hands and could also feel the hard plastic
shell of Jason's video tape. The television sounded in his right ear.
In his left, he heard the whine of Nambu's machine and the panicked running
commentary of Jinpei: what if this doesn't work--what if he doesn't make
it-- / °¨§J¥i¥H§¹¥þ¦a¬Ý¨£³Ç¥ÍªºÁy¡A¦ý¬O¥L¤´µM¥i¥H¬Ý¨£¤»¤ë , ©M¬Ûµ¥ªº²M·¡ Jinpei ©M Ryu ¡A¦Ó¥B¨â¿ªºµø³¥³]©w¥Lªº¤ßºV¡C
¥L¥i¥H·Pı¥Lªº¤â³U¤l¦Ó¥B¤]¥i¥H·Pı³Ç¥Íªº¿ý¼v±aªºÃø¶ì½¦ªº¨©´ß¡C ¹qµø¦b¥Lªº¥k¦Õ¦·¤¤Å¥¡C ¦b¥Lªº¥ªÃ䤤¡A¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F Nambu's ªº¾÷¾¹©ê«è©MÅ¥¨ì¤F
Jinpei ªº³Q®É¨Æµûz®£·Wªº: ¤°»ò¦pªG³o¤£¤u§@-- ¤°»ò¦pªG¥L¤£°µ¨ì--
Nambu said, "Now--transform, all of you! You were all in uniform
the first time--maybe he needs the additional resonance--" / Nambu
»¡,"²{¦b--ÅÜ´«§A¥þ³¡! §A¥þ³¡¬O¦b¨îªA¤¤²Ä¤@¦¸--¤]³\¥L»Ýnªþ¥[ªº¦@»ï--"
In the TV room, standing directly before Ken, Jason transmuted, and the
HDTV buzzed into static. Princess said, "Oh--we were all in uniform
last time--" and followed suit. / ¦b¹qµø©Ð¶¡¤¤,¦bªÖ®¦¤§«eª½±µ¦a¯¸¥ß,³Ç¥ÍÅܧΡA¦Ó¥B°ª¸ÑªR«×¹qµø¶i¤JÀR¹q¤§¤ºµo¥X¶ä¶äÁn¡C
¤½¥D»¡,"®@-- §ÚÌ¥þ³¡¦b²Î¤@ªº¤W¦¸¤¤--" ¦Ó¥B¸òÀH¤F¶D³^¡C
Mark and Ken both looked around at the double rooms full of shining transformations,
and as the radiance settled away from their team mates, both felt themselves
fading from the rooms. / °¨§J©MªÖ®¦¨âªÌ³£¦b¥Rº¡¥ú«GªºÂà§ÎÂù¤H©Ð¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¡A¦Ó¥B·í¥ú½÷¦w¹y»·Â÷¥L̪º¤p²ÕªB¤Íªº®ÉÔ,¨âªÌ·Pı¤F¥L̦ۤv±q©Ð¶¡®É©|¡C
For a moment, as though underwater, Mark could sense himself tugged by
the current, pulled forward and upward, almost blind except for the sense
that he had encountered someone exactly like himself. He reached a gloved
hand into the energy surrounding him and felt his touch tingle past that
someone. For a moment, all he knew was an incredible burning in his throat
and unyielding tension in his chest, legs and eyes. The other presence
paused a moment before him, studying him in return. / ¤@·|¨à, ¦n¹³¦b¤ô¤¤ªº,°¨§J¥i¥H·Pı³Q´é¬y¥Î¤O©Ôªº¥L¦Û¤v,¦V«e¦a©M¥H¤W©Ô,
´X¥Gª¼¥Ø°£¤F·Pı¥H¥~¥L¹³¥L¦Û¤v¤@¼Ë¤w¸g§¹¥þ¹J¨ì¬Y¤H¡C ¥L¨ì¹F¤@¤â®M¶i¤J³ò¶µÛ¥Lªº¯à·½¤§¤º¶Ç»¼¦Ó¥B¶V¹L¨º·Pı¤F¥LªºÄ²Ä±¿³¾Ä¬Y¤H¡C ¤@·|¨à, ¥þ³¡¥Lª¾¹D¬O¥Lªº¯Ý¡A»L©M²´·úªº¥L«|³ï©M¤£©}ªAªººò±iÃø¥H¸m«Hªº¿N¡C
¥t¤@Ó¥X²{¼È°±¤ù¨è¦b¥L¤§«e,¾Ç²ß¥L§@¬°¦^³ø¡C
So you're the one! / ¦]¦¹§A¬O¨º¤@Ó!
Then the flooding electricity pulled them apart, and when Mark opened
his eyes, he found himself staring only at Jason. / µM«á¥ÆÀݹq¤À§O¦a©Ô¤F¥LÌ¡A¦Ó¥B·í°¨§J¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú®ÉÔ,¥Lµo²{¥L¦Û¤v¥u¦³¦b³Ç¥Íª`µø¡C
His breath caught. His heart pounded. / ¥Lªº©I§l®·®»¡C ¥Lªº¤ß±j¯P¥´À»¡C
Jason's eyes widened, and in a rush he lunged toward Mark and grabbed
him in a hug. Before he knew it, Princess and Tiny had joined in, and
then the door opened and Keyop said, "Oh, he's back! Let me in! Let
me in too!" / ³Ç¥Íªº²´·úÂX¤j, ©M¦b¥^«P¤¤¥L¦³ªÍªº¹ï©ó°¨§J¦Ó¥B¦b¤@Ӿ֩ꤤ§ì¨ú¥L¡C ¦b¥Lª¾¹D¤§«e¥¦, ¤½¥D©M·¥¤pªº¤w¸g¥[¤J,µM«áªù¥´¶}¡A¦Ó¥B
Keyop »¡,"®@,¥L¦^¨Ó! Åý§Ú¶i¥h! ¤]Åý§Ú¶i¥h!"
Princess and Jason made space between them for Keyop to squirm into the
center, and Mark gave Keyop a squeeze even while trying hard to make enough
room to keep breathing himself. He felt the nosebleed happen again as
it had after the last transfer, and he tried to struggle out of the mob
to grab a handful of tissues. / ·í§V¤O¦a¹Á¸Õªº®ÉÔ¡A¤½¥D©M³Ç¥Í§@¤F¦b¥L̤§¶¡ªºªÅ¶¡Åý Keyop ¶i¤J¤¤¤ß¤§¤ºÄ¯°Ê¡A¦Ó¥B°¨§J¬Æ¦Üµ¹¤©¤F
Keyop À½À£»s³y¥R¨¬ªº©Ð¶¡Ä~Äò©I§l¥L¦Û¤v¡C ¥L·Pı»ó¦å·í¥¦¦b³Ì«á²¾°Ê¤§«á¦³¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¸ÕµÛ§V¤OÂ÷¼É¥Á§ì¨ú¤@§âÁ¡ªº¯½Â´«~¡A¦A¤@¦¸µo¥Í¡C
"Hey--you were bleeding all over me! Gross!" / "¶Ù--§A¥¿¦b¨ì³B¥X¦å§Ú!
Á`¼Æ!"
"Yeah, Keyop, and your uniform never got blood on it before."
/ "¬Oªº,Keyop,¦Ó¥B§Aªº¨îªA¥H«e±q¤£±o¨ì¤F¦b¥¦¤Wªº¦å".
Mark waited until he felt the bleeding subside, sitting on the arm of
the couch, breathing familiar air and hearing all the familiar voices
he'd felt only distantly the last several days. / °¨§Jµ¥Ôª½¨ì¥L·Pı¥X¦å¥®§,§¤¦bªø´Èªº¤âÁu¤W,
©I§l¼ô±xªºªÅ®ð¦Ó¥BÅ¥¥L¦³°ß¤@ªº»·¦a·Pıªº©Ò¦³¼ô±xªºÁnµ¨º³Ì«á¤@¨Ç¨C¤Ñ¡C
"Well," Chief Anderson said, "if that's all, I'll just
go back to my office--" / "¶â" ¡A¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹»¡ ",¦pªG¨º¬O©Ò¦³ªº,§Ú±N¶È¶È¦^¥h§Úªº¿ì¤½«Ç--"
Mark turned to him with laughter shining in his eyes. "Don't you
even dare, Chief! There's so much I have to tell you!" Then his breath
caught, and he looked at Jason. / °¨§J¥H¦b¥Lªº²´·ú¤¤°{Ã{ ªº¯º¨D§U©ó¥L¡C "§A¤£¬Æ¦Ü´±¶Ü,»â³S!
¨º¸Ì¬O³o»ò¦h§Ú¥²¶·§i¶D§A!"µM«á¥Lªº©I§l®·®»¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¬Ý³Ç¥Í¡C
"Yeah, yeah, he knows all about that." Jason shrugged. His eyes
had narrowed, and now that the family hug had broken up, he'd withdrawn
a few steps across the room and watched with crossed arms. / "¬Oªº,¬O,¥Lª¾¹D©Ò¦³Ãö©ó¨ºªº¨Æ".
³Ç¥ÍÁqªÓ¡C ¥Lªº²´·ú¤w¸gÁY¤p¡A¦Ó¥B¬JµM®a®x¾Ö©ê¤w¸g¥Ë¸Ñ ,¥L¤w¸g¥H¥æ¤eªº¤âÁuºM¦^¾î¹L©Ð¶¡ªº¤@¨Ç¨BÆJ¦Ó¥B¬Ý¡C
"Keyop, turn off the television." Anderson shook his head. "I've
got a replacement set coming in a couple of days, an 800 progressive that
shouldn't set up the same kinds of resonance with the birdstyle. In the
meantime, I'd prefer none of you watch television, either in birdstyle
or out." / "Keyop,§â¹qµøÃö±¼ " ¡C ¦w¼w»¹·nÀY¡C "§Ú¤w¸g±o¨ì³]©w¦b¤@¨Ç¼Æ¤Ñ¤º¨Ó,¤@Ó
800 ¥H birdstyle ¤£À³¸Ó«Ø¥ß¬Û¦PªºÃþ«¬¦@»ïªº§ï²½×ªÌªº¤@Ó´À´«¡C ¦b¦¹»Ú¤¤¡A§Ú±N·|¦b birdstyle ¤¤©Î¦b¥~°¾·R§A¨S¦³¤@Ó¤]¬Ý¹qµø¡C"
Princess said, "You'd prefer we not watch it anyhow!" Her eyes
had settled on the bag in Mark's hands. "What did you bring back
with you?" / ¤½¥D»¡,"§A±N·|°¾·R§Ṳ́£µL½×¦p¦ó¬Ý¥¦"! ¦oªº²´·ú¤w¸g¦b°¨§Jªº¤â³U¤l¤W¦w¹y¡C "
§AÀH¨¨Ï¤°»ò¦^´_"?
"Other than a perpetual set of the chills?" Mark realized as
he said it that the warmth had returned to his fingers, but he didn't
bother to correct himself as he opened Jun's bag. Inside he found Ken's
blue sweater and a copy of a video tape. / "°£¤F¤@¥Ã¤[²Õªº´H§N¤§¥~"? ·í¥L»¡¤F¥¦ªº®ÉÔ¡A°¨§J¤F¸Ñ¡A·Å·x¤w¸g¦^¨ì¥Lªº¤â«ü¡A¦ý¬O·í¥L¥´¶}¤F¤»¤ëªº³U¤l®ÉÔ¡A¥L¨S¦³·ÐÂZ§ï¥¿¥L¦Û¤v¡C
¤º³¡¥Lµo²{ªÖ®¦ªºÂŦâ¤ò¦ç©M¿ý¼v±aªº°Æ¥»¡C
"Holy toledo!" Jason had been looking over Mark's shoulder.
"Lethal Weapon Eight!" Tiny and Keyop had pushed closer, but
Jason grabbed the tape before they could. "Lethal Weapon Eight! This
is awesome!" But in route to the VCR, Chief Anderson stopped him
by interposing himself between them. / "¯«¸tªº toledo"! ³Ç¥Í¤w¸g¬Ý¤W±ªº°¨§JªÓ¡C
"P©RªºªZ¾¹¤K"! ·¥¤pªº¦Ó¥B Keyop ¤w¸g±À°Ê¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº,¦ý¬O³Ç¥Í§ì¨ú¤F¿ýµ±a¦b¥L̤§«e¥i¥H¡C "P©RªºªZ¾¹¤K!
³o¬O¦³«ÂÄYªº!"¦ý¬O¦b¸ô®|¤¤¨ìÄá¿ý¼v¾÷¡A¥Dnªº¦w¼w»¹ÂǥѦb¥L̤§¶¡´¡¤J¥L¦Û¤vªý¤î¤F¥L¡C
"No TV," he said. / ¨S¦³¹qµø,¥L»¡¡C
Jason's eyes flared. "But Chief! This is... --and how is Mark supposed
to see the end of the NBA finals?" / ³Ç¥Íªº²´·ú·n¦²¡C "°£¤F»â³S¤§¥~! ³o¬O¡C¡C¡C
--¦Ó¥B°¨§J¦p¦óÀ³¸Ó¬Ý¨£¥þ¬üÄx²y¨ó·|µ²§½ªºµ²§ô?"
Mark turned to Princess. "When did he learn to use me as leverage
with him?" When she giggled, he said, "How did it end, anyhow?"
/ °¨§J¨D§U©ó¤½¥D¡C "¥L¦ó®É¾Ç²ß©M¥L¥H§Ú§@¬°ºb±ì§@¥Î"? ·í¦o¦Y¦Y¦a¯ºªº®ÉÔ,¥L»¡,"¥¦¦p¦óµ²§ô,µL½×¦p¦ó"?
"Chicago won!" Keyop's eyes glistened. "It was awesome!"
/ "ªÛ¥[ô¾Æ±o"! Keyop's ªº²´·ú°{«G¡C " ¥¦¬O¦³«ÂÄYªº"!
Tiny smirked. "Utah screwed up--they gave Karl Malone the ball."
/ ·¥¤pªº¼H¼H°µ¯º¡C "µS¥L¦{®¶§@°_¨Ó--¥L̵¹¤©¤F¥dº¸°¨¶©²y".
Mark found everyone's smile too contagious, and he collapsed onto the
sofa laughing. "I swear this, guys--they were okay over there, but
I'm glad you sent their Ken back to them." / °¨§Jµo²{¡A¨CÓ¤H·L¯º¤Ó¶Ç¬V©Êªº,¦Ó¥B¥L¦b¨Fµo¯º¤§¤W˶ò¡C
"§Úµo»}³o,³Ã¥ë--¥L̦b¨º¸Ì¬O¦n¡A¦ý¬O§Ú«Ü°ª¿³§A§â¥L̪ºªÖ®¦°e¦^¥LÌ".
"Speaking of sending him back," Princess said, turning to Jason,
"what did you hand him just before he left?" / " »¡¨ì§â¥L°e¦^¨Ó",¤½¥D»¡,¨D§U©ó³Ç¥Í
",´N¦b¥LÂ÷¶}¤§«e¡A§A¶Ç»¼¥L¤°»ò"?
---
Ken puzzled over the tiny printed scrawl on the tape label. "Mystery
Science Theater 3000?" / ªÖ®¦µ²§ô§x´b¨º·¥¤pªº¦C¦L¦b¿ýµ±a¼ÐÅÒ¤W¼ã¯ó¦a¼g¡C "¯µ±K¬ì¾ÇÀ¸°| 3000"?
"Aw man, some boring science show?" Jinpei made a face. "They
must have been the most dull and uptight versions of us in all creation."
/ "Aw °t³Æ¤H¤â,¤@¨ÇµL²áªº¬ì¾ÇÅã¥Ü"? Jinpei »s³y¤F¤@ÓÁy¡C "¥L̤@©wn¤w¸g¬O¦b©Ò¦³ªº³Ð³y¤¤§Ú̪º³Ì¿ð¶wªº©Mºò±iªºª©¥»"
¡C
"I don't know--look at the episode titles. 'Attack of the Eye Creatures'?
'Master Ninja'? 'Fugitive Alien'?" / "§Ú¤£ª¾¹D--¬Ý´¡¦±¦WºÙ¡C '²´·ú¥Íª«§ðÀ»'?
'©ºªA§ÔªÌ'? '°k¤`ªÌ¥~¹´'?"
Dr. Nambu stood slightly apart from the four team members, watching the
reunion. They had watched tensely as the light show began, enveloping
Mark until he vanished, then fading to reveal a taller figure in Birdstyle
slumping to the floor. Once they realized that Ken had returned to them,
they'd rushed in, practically pulling the Eagle to his feet. Ryu crushed
him in an enthusiastic hug, which Ken found himself returning with a laugh.
Jun stepped back from the initial clinch, unsure of what to do next, and
Ken regarded her apologetically, then reached out a hand. / Nambu ³Õ¤h¨Ç·L¦a°£¤F¥|Ó¤p²Õ¦¨û¤§¥~¯¸¥ß,¬Ý¹Î»E¡C
·í»´ªºªíºt¶}©lªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L̤w¸gºò±i¦a¬Ý,¥]«Ê°¨§Jª½¨ì¥L®ø¥¢, µM«á®É©|´¦ÅS²rµM±¼¸¨¨ì¦aªO ªº Birdstyle ªº¤@Ó¸û°ªªº¼Æ¦r¡C ¤@¥¹¥L̤F¸Ñ¡A¨º¤@ÓªÖ®¦¤w¸g¦^¨ì¥LÌ,
¥L̦³¶Ê«P¦b,¹ê»Ú¦a©ÔÆN¹ï¥Lªº¸}¡C Ryu ¦b¤@Ó¨g¼öªº¾Ö©ê¤¤À£¯}¥L,ªÖ®¦µo²{¥L¦Û¤v¥H¤@Án¯ºÂkÁÙ¡C ¤»¤ë¦V«á¦a±q³Ìªìªº°v¨c½ñ, ¤£ªÖ©wªº¸ÓµM«á°µ¤°»ò¡A¦Ó¥BªÖ®¦ÅG¸Ñ¦aµø¬°¤F¦o,
µM«á¨ì¹F¥X¤@°¦¤â¡C
Jun took his hand and put a handful of tissues into it. "You're bleeding
again," she said, looking away. / ¤»¤ë±a¤F¥Lªº¤â¦Ó¥B§â¤@§âÁ¡ªº¯½Â´«~©ñ¤J¥¦¡C "§A¥¿¦b¦A¤@¦¸¥X¦å",¦o»¡,¬ÝÂ÷¶}¡C
Watching her, Ken tried to think of something to say. Even angry, she
was such a welcome sight. And he'd never thought he miss Jinpei's bouncing
sarcasm or Ryu's thick accent. Or Joe... the Joe that lived on in his
memories. He could just see him off to the side, leaning against the wall
with arms crossed, watching the reunion with a faint smile. / ¬Ý¦o, ªÖ®¦¸ÕµÛ·Q¨ì¬Y¨Æ»¡¡C
¬Æ¦Ü¥Í®ð,¦o¬O¤@Ó¦p¦¹¨üÅwªïªºµø¤O¡C ¦Ó¥B¥L¦³±q¤£·Q¤F¥L¿ù¹L Jinpei's ªº¸õÅD«õW©Î Ryu's ªº«p¤fµ¡C ©Î³ì¡C¡C¡C ¦b¥Lªº°O¾Ð¤¤Ê¿à¥Í¬¡ªº³ì¡C
¥L¥i¥H¶È¶È¬°¥L°e¦æ¨ìÃä,ʾa¦³³Q¥æ¤e,¥Î¤@Ó·L®zªº·L¯º¬Ý¹Î»Eªº¤âÁuÀð¾À¡C
Ken passed the tape over to Jinpei to inspect. His nosebleed had already
stopped, but he kept more tissues handy just in case it started again.
/ ªÖ®¦³q¹L¤F¿ýµ±a¦b¨ì Jinpei¤§¤WÀˬd¡C ¥Lªº»ó¦å¤w¸g°±¤î¤F¡A¦ý¬O¥L«O«ù§ó¦hªºÁ¡¯½Â´«~«K§Q¶È¶È¡A¥H¨¾¸U¤@¥¦¦A¤@¦¸¶}©l¡C
"It's good to have you back," Ryu said. "Mark was okay,
I guess, but he's not you." / "§â§A¦³¦^¨Ó¬O¦nªº",Ryu »¡¡C "°¨§J¬O¦n,§Ú²q´ú¡A¦ý¬O¥L¤£¬O§A"
¡C
"Oh man, Aniki, he was so uptight," Jinpei said. "He didn't
like us very much--even me!--and he acted like we horrified him."
/ " ®@¨k¤H¡A Aniki, ¥L¬O¦p¦¹ºò±i",Jinpei »¡¡C "¥L¨S¦³«D±`³ßÅw§ÚÌ--¨Ï§Ú¬Ûµ¥!--¦Ó¥B¥L¹ê¦æ§ÚÌÅ屪¥L¡C"
Jun folded her arms and stared at the ground, and as she spoke, Ken could
barely hear her voice. "How would you feel if you thought you were
looking at your future?" / ¤»¤ëºPÅ|¤F¦oªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B¨nµÛ¦a±¬Ý¡A¦Ó¥B·í¦o»¡ªº®ÉÔ,ªÖ®¦µLªkÅ¥¨ì¦oªºÁnµ¡C
"¦pªG§A·Q¤F§A¥¿¦b¬Ý§Aªº¥¼¨Ó¡A§A±N·|·Pı¦p¦ó"?
Ken turned to look at her, his eyes wide. / ªÖ®¦·Ç³Æ¬Ý¦o,¼sÁï¦aªº¥L²´·ú¡C
Nambu approached. "I'll want a full report from you in my office
later today, but for now you might want to rest." / Nambu ±µªñ¡C "§Ú¤µ¤Ñ±N·Qn¦b§Úªº¿ì¤½«Çªº¨Ó¦Û§Aªº¤@¶µ§¹¾ãªº³ø§i¤ñ¸û¿ð,
¦pªG²{¦b§A¥i¯à·Qn¥ð®§".
"I'm all right, actually." Ken shook his head. "I've really
been looking forward to the five of us just hanging out." / "§Ú¬O¨SÃö«Y
,¹ê»Ú¤W". ªÖ®¦·nÀY¡C "§Ú¯uªº¤w¸g´Á±æ§Ṳ́¤ªº¤Ó¶È¶ÈÄa±¾¥X" ¡C
Instantly he felt the room still, and thinking on his feet, Ken looked
squarely at Nambu. "Would you like to watch a movie with us?"
/ ¥ß§Y¦a¥L·Pı¤F©Ð¶¡¼@·Ó , ©M¦b¥Lªº¸}¤W«ä¦Ò,ªÖ®¦¤è§Î¦a¦b Nambu ¬Ý¡C " §AÄ@·N©M§Ú̬ݤ@³õ¹q¼v"?
Nambu hesitated, then glanced at his watch. "I suppose I could make
time for dinner with you all. If you don't think you need any kind of
medical checkup, you could fill me in on what happened then." / Nambu
µS¿Ý, µM«áª`µø¥Lªº¤â¿ö¡C "§Ú±À·Q§Ú¥i¥H©M§A»s³y±ßÀ\ªº®É¶¡¥þ³¡¡C ¦pªG§A¤£»{¬°¡A§A»Ýn¥ô¦óªºÂå¾Ç¼f¬dªºÃþ«¬, §A¥i¥H¸Ëº¡§Ú¦b·í®Éµo¥ÍªºªF¦è¤§¤W¡C"
Ken nodded, then glanced at the others. Jinpei, Ryu, Jun, Nambu Hakase...
He was home. With all its faults, it was where he belonged, the battle
he needed to fight, and the team he needed to lead. Flanked by Ryu and
Jinpei, joined by Jun and Nambu, he turned his back on the little black
machine and the river that had divided them, a river he never again would
cross. / ÂIÀYªºªÖ®¦,µM«áª`µø¨ä¾lªÌ¡C Jinpei ¡A Ryu ¡A¤»¤ë¡A Nambu Hakase¡C¡C¡C ¥L¦^®a¡C Âǥѥ¦©Ò¦³ªº¹L¥¢¡A¥¦¬O¥LÄݩ󪺦a¤è,
¾Ôª§¥L»Ýn¹ï§Ü, ©M¤p²Õ¥L»Ýn±a»â¡C ÂÇµÛ Ryu ©M Jinpei ¦u°¼±, ¦b¤»¤ë¤§«e°Ñ¥[©M Nambu,¥LÂà¦V¤F¦b¤p¶Â¦âªº¾÷¾¹©M¤w¸g¤À¶}¥L̪ºªe¤W¥LI³¡,
¤@±øªe¥L±q¤£¦A¤@¦¸±N·|¥æ¤e¡C
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