DEFIANCE / ½°µø
BotP/Gatchaman Adaptation and Fan Fiction by Katharine Foust-Martin, edited
by Wendy Dinsmore / ³ÍÂĵY Foust ªº BotP/ Gatchaman §ï½s©M¨g¼öªÌ¤p»¡-°¨¤B, ³Q·Å¸¦ Dinsmore
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Characters copyright Gatchaman: Tatsunoko Productions; Battle of the Planets:
Sandy Frank Productions. / өʪ©Åv Gatchaman: Tatsunoko »s³y; ¦æ¬Pªº¾Ôª§: ®á}ªkÄõ§J»s³y¡C
Fan fiction c Katharine Foust-Martin. October 1995; December 2001. Please
do not reproduce or transfer electronically without the permission of
the author. / ݵ¤p»¡ c ³ÍÂĵY Foust-°¨¤B¡C 1995 ¦~¤Q¤ë; 2001 ¦~¤Q¤G¤ë. ¨S¦³§@®aªº³\¥i½Ð¤£n¦A¥Í©ÎªÌ¹q¤l¦aÂಾ¡C
WARNING: Contains scenes of adult situations and extremely graphic violence.
/ ĵ§i: ¥]§t¦¨¤H±¡§Î©M«D±`¹Ï¸Ñªº¼É¤O²{³õ¡C
To die will be an awfully big adventure. -J.M. Barrie; Peter Pan / ¦º±N¬O¤@ºØ¥i©È¤jªº«_ÀI¡C
-J.M. Barrie; ©¼±o¥Áç
"Matt, do me a favor. Take a look at this scan, and then please tell
me that it¡¦s wrong." / "°¨¯S,À°§Ú¤@Ó¦£¡C ¬Ý¤@¬Ý³o±½´y, µM«á½Ð§i¶D§Ú¥¦¬O¿ù»~ªº¡C"
"The latest you¡¦ve got from him?" / " ³Ìªñªº§A¤w¸g±q¥L±o¨ì"?
"An hour ago, yeah. Problems again, only worse. I ran another MMI
on him to back up the second, and got this." "I don¡¦t see it-"
/ "¦b¤@Ó¤p®É¥H«e,¬Oªº¡C °ÝÃD¦A¤@¦¸,°ß¤@ªº§óÃa¨Æ¡C §Ú¶]¦b¥L¤Wªº¥t¥~ MMI ¤ä«ù¬íÓ, ¦Ó¥B±o¨ì¤F³o¡C" "§Ú¨S¨£¨ì¥¦-"
"Right here. This is the second scan, which I'm using for comparison,
and here's the first one we ran at his commander¡¦s request, after his
release from Bethesda." / "´N¦b³o¸Ì¡C ³o¬O²Ä¤G±½´y, ¦b¨Ó¦Û²¦¤h¤jªº¥LÄÀ©ñ¤§«á§Ú¥¿¦b¬°¤ñ¸û¨Ï¥Î¡A¦Ó¥B³o¸Ì¬O§Ú̦b¥Lªº«ü´§©xªº½Ð¨D¶]ªº²Ä¤@¤@¡C"
"He came out of that one really well." / " ¥L¯uªº«Ü¦n¦a±q¨º¤@Ó¥X¨Ó
" ¡C
"Yeah. He responded to treatment of that lung shot pretty quick and
was back on active in only two weeks. Surprised a hell of a lot of people.
Anyway, we ran the tests back then and came up with nothing. Then he comes
back a couple weeks later. Shooting pain to numbness in the thoracic and
cervical regions followed by sudden unconsciousness that we couldn¡¦t pinpoint
as being simple vasomotor syncope. Just like what his commander had described
what happened to him during their Hontwalh run. Ran the scans, but got
nothing again." / "¬Oªº¡C ¥L¦^À³¨º¤@ӪͪºªvÀø®gÀ»¬Û·í§Öªº¦Ó¥B¦^¨Ó¦b¿n·¥ªº¤§¤W¦b¥u¦³¤GÓ¬P´Á¤º¡C ¨Ï³\¦h¤Hªº¦aº»¦YÅå¤F¡C
µL½×¦p¦ó¡A§Ú̵M«á§â´ú¸Õ¶]¦^¨Ó¦Ó¥B¤°»ò¤]¤£´£¥X¡C µM«á¥L¼ÆÓ¬P´Á¤§«á¦^¨Ó¤Ò°ü¡C ®gÀ»¨Ï³Â¤ìµhW¨ì¦b¨º¯Ýªº©M³Q§Ú̵Lªkºë½T¦a§ä¨ìªº¬ðµMµL·NÃѸòÀHªºÀV°Ï°ì·í°µ§@¬°Â²³æªº¥q¦åºÞ¦¬ÁYªº¦r¤¤µ¬Ù²¤¡C
¶È¶È¬Û¦üªº¤°»ò¥Lªº«ü´§©x¤w¸g´yz , ¦b¥L̪º Hontwalh ©b¶]´Á¶¡¥Lµo¥Í¤F¤°»ò¨Æ¡C ¶]±½´y, ¦ý¬O¦A¤@¦¸¤°»ò¤]¤£±o¨ì¡C"
"Wait a minute. These readings can¡¦t be right." "I know.
I ran the results through the computer six times just to be sure. The
man is scared, Matty. And that¡¦s saying a lot for a guy who¡¦s taken down
Gallactor war machines head on. They came from the second and third upper
vertebral implants. Right where the worst of the old shrapnel damage was
done." / "µ¥Ô¤ÀÄÁ¡C ³o¨Ç¾\Ū¤£¥i¯à¬OÅv§Q¡C" "§Úª¾¹D¡C §Ú¶È¶Èªº½T¶]µ²ªG¸g¹L¹q¸£¤»¦¸¡C
¨k¤H³QÅåÀ~,Matty¡C ¦Ó¥B¨º¥¿¦b¬°¤@ӳå뻡«Ü¦h¦³±a¤U¨Ó Gallactor §@¾Ô¾÷¾¹ÀY¦b¤§¤W¡C ¥L̨Ӧ۬íÓ©M²Ä¤TÓ¤W±ªº´Õ°©´Ó¤J¾¹¡C
¥¿½T¦aªº¶}ªá¼u·l®`ªº³ÌÃa³Q°µþ¸Ì¡C"
"Oh, hell- you¡¦re not wrong. Is Dave on this?" "I called
him just now. He¡¦s on his way up." / "®@,¦aº»-§A¤£¬O¿ù»~ªº¡C ¦b³o¤Wªº¤j½Ã¬O¶Ü?"
"§Úè襴¹q¸Üµ¹¤F¥L¡C ¥L¬O¦b³~¤¤¦V¤W¡C"
"How long have we got?" / " §Ṳ́w¸g±o¨ì¦h¤[ "?
"The computer projects six to ten days to full failure." / "
¹q¸£¹ï§¹¥þªº¥¢±Ñpµe¤»¨ì¤Q¤Ñ " ¡C
"Jesus Christ. Where is he?" / " C¿q°ò·þ¡C ¥L¦bþ¸Ì?"
"He went home. I didn¡¦t catch this until just a few minutes ago."
/ "¥L¦^®a¡C §Ú¤ÀÄÁ¥H«e¨S¦³ª½¨ì¶È¶È®·®»³o¡C"
Dr. Matthew Martinez handed the analysis back. "Get him back here
now." / °¨×³Õ¤h Martinez §â¤ÀªR¶Ç»¼¦^¨Ó¡C " ²{¦b¦b³o¸Ì§â¥L±o¨ì¦^¨Ó " ¡C
In the black vastness of space, there is nothing at all mysterious about
the death of a star or planet. The history of the universe is a testimony
of novas and stellar collisions, planets created in massive coils of gas
and dying in decayed orbital paths; space is filled with the wreckage
of worlds. Through the expanse of millennia, past and present, all that
is born will eventually die out. Such is the law of the cosmos. / ¦bªÅ¶¡ªº¶Â¦â¥¨¤j¤¤,
¥þµM¨S¦³ªF¦è¯«¯µªºÃö©ó¬P©Î¦æ¬Pªº¦º¤`¨Æ¡C ¦t©zªº¾ú¥v¬O·s¬P©M¥ú½÷ªº¸I¼²ÃÒ¨¥, ¦æ¬P¦b¥Ë´µªºÃe¤j±²¤¤³Ð³y¦Ó¥B¦b°I°hy¹Dªº¸ô®|¦º¤`; ªÅ¶¡¥Rº¡¥@¬Éªº´Ý¾l¡C
¸g¹L´X¤d¦~ªº¼eÁï°Ï°ì¡A¹L¥h©M§ª«¡A¥X¥Íªº¥þ³¡±N³Ì«á¤éº¥µ´¸ñ¡C ¦p¦¹ªº¬O¦t©zªºªk«ß¡C
At Mount Palomar in Southern California, where for decades astronomers
observed the galaxies with data compiled from their 200-meter telescope
and dozens of orbital scopes and probes traveling through space, such
a rare occurrence was about to become apparent: as clearly visible as
the shower of the seasonal Persiedes over the swell of lights draping
the San Diego skyline, as huge as the Rhilliean Rigan discovery of past.
/ ¦b¼¥Î°¨ Palomar ¦b¤Q¦~¤Ñ¤å¾Ç®a±q¥L̪º 200 ¤½¤Ø±æ»·Ãè©M´X¤QÓy¹Dªº»â°ì©M®È¦æ¹LªÅ¶¡ªº±´¬d¥Î¸ê®ÆÆ[¹î»Èªe½sĶªº«n¥[¦{¡A¤@Ó¦p¦¹µ}¨uªºµo¥Í¥¿nÅܦ¨©úÅã:
¹³©u¸`ªº Persiedes ªº°}«B¤@¼Ëªº²M·¡¬Ý±o¨£¦bÂл\¸t¦a¤úô¤Ñ²Pªº¥ú¼W¤j¤§¤W ,¹³¹L¥hªº Rhilliean Rigan µo²{¤@¼Ëªº·¥¤j¡C
Take a look at this, quick! / ¬Ý¤@¬Ý³o,§Öªº!
What is it? / ¥¦¬O¤°»ò?
It¡¦s the Andromeda galaxy; Select shifted on its axis, and it looks as
though the atmosphere changed. / ¬O¥P¤k®y»Èªe; ¦n¹³¤j®ð§ïÅÜ¡A¿ï¾Ü¦b¥¦ªº¶b¤W§ïÅÜ¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¡C
That¡¦s a huge wobble. Something happened- a collision? Better call Atlanta...see
if they¡¦ve got a bead on this too. / ¨º¬O·¥¤jªºÂ\°Ê¡C ¬Y¨Æµo¥Í-¸I¼²? §ó©I¥s¨È¯SÄõ¤j¡C¡C¡C¬Ý¬Ý¬O§_¥L̤]¤w¸g±o¨ì¦b³o¤Wªº¤@Ó¯]¤l¡C
Whoa- it¡¦s gone. What the hell? / «z- ¥¦¤£¨£¤F¡C ¤°»ò¦aº»?
Atlanta, do you concur? Coordinates are six-delta-...yes. / ¨È¯SÄõ¤j,§A·N¨£¬Û¦P¶Ü?
§¤¼Ð¬O¤»-¤T¨¤¦{-.¡C¡C¬Oªº¡C
Correct, sir. It appears as though Select disintegrated. / §ï¥¿,¥ý¥Í¡C ¦n¹³¿ï¾Ü¤À¸Ñ¡A¥¦¥X²{¡C
Crescent Coral, this is Palomar... yes, we can confirm the event¡K / ·s¤ë§Îªº¬À·ä,³o¬O
Palomar ¡C¡C¡C ¬Oªº¡A§Ú̯à½T©w¨Æ¥ó¡K
gone why / ¥h¬°¤°»ò
Berg Katse cocked her head towards it. Her hair was a bright fall down
her back and strands of it was carried over her face by the threading
force of its breath. Dark robes shifted around her slim frame as she turned
to face the alien. "Sosai. Did you summon me?" gone? / ¦B¤s Katse
¦V¥¦Áq¥ß¤F¦oªºÀY¡C ¦oªºÀY¾v¬O©ú«Gªº¬î¤Ñ¤U¨Ó¦oªºI³¡¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦ªºÀسQ¥¦ªº©I§l½u¤O¶qÄ~Äò¦oªºÁy¤F¡C ·í¦o·Ç³Æ±¹ï¥~¹´ªº®ÉÔ¡A¶Â·tªº¼eÃPªø³T¦b¦oªº½GÅé®æªº©P³ò§ïÅÜ¡C
"Sosai¡C §A¥l³ê§Ú¶Ü?" ¥h?
Berg Katse suddenly shuddered, slapped down by chilling pain, and the
deepest agony of calamity and grief collided deep in her chest. It came
in a dark swooning pulse that sent her heart and senses reeling, and she
cried out, flinging her hands up in a futile attempt to ward it off. A
low moaning outcry rose and broke free from her chest, echoing the wailing
keen she heard in her ears and in the deepest recesses of her soul. /
¦B¤s Katse ¬ðµM¾Ô·X, ³QµL±¡µhW , ©M¸I¼²¦oªº¯Ý²`³Bªº¨aÃø©M¶Ëµhªº³Ì²`·¥¤jªºµhW°Ôªº¤@Án©ñ¤U¡C ¥¦¶i¨Ó¶Â·t©ü·w°e¤F¦oªº¤ß©M·Pı©ó¶b¤Wªº¯ß»K¡A¦Ó¥B¦o¤j¥s,
¦V¤W¦b¤@ºØµL¥Îªº¹Á¸Õ¤è±§ë¦oªº¤â¨¾¤î¥¦¡C ¤@Ó§CÂI©D§u¦y¥sª´ºÀ¦âªº¦Ó¥B±q¦oªº¯Ý¦Û¥ÑÂ_±¼, ÀHÁnªþ©M¨º´d¹Ä¾W§Qªº¦o¦b¦oªºÆF»î¦o¦Õ¦·©M³Ì²`¥ð·|¤¤Å¥¨ì¡C
Then the change tore through her body in a flaming backdraft and this
time she did scream, a high howling shriek with all the agony of flaming
lungs, pounding heart, tearing and swirling deep under her mons, blood
hemorrhaging in a sudden sheet from deep inside her belly and down her
legs. Katse collapsed into convulsions, and his eyes found the ocher malignity
of it and were locked in its damnation. The change heaved out inside of
him, shattered her, built him; in the blink of an eye Sosai¡¦s will clamped
down and squeezed. / µM«á§ïÅܼ¹¯}¹L¦o°µ¤F¦y¥sÁn , ©M¿U¿NªÍ¡AºV¤ßªº©Ò¦³·¥¤jªºµhW¤@Án°ªªº©Hý¦y¾UªºÅTÁn¿U¿Nªº backdraft
©M³o¦¸ªº¦o¨Åé,¦b¦oªº mons ¤§¤U²`¤J¦a§èµõ¦Ó¥B·n®Ì, ¦å¦b¦oªº¸¡¸Ì¨Ó¦Û²`³Bªº¬ðµM±i¤¤¥X¦å¦Ó¥BåP¸¨¦oªº»L¡C Katse ¶i¤J©âµ¬¤§¤ºË¶ò¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº²´·úµo²{¨ºªü¥¦ªº´c·N¦Ó¥B³QÂê¦b¥¦ªº«DÃø¡C
§ïÅܥΤOÁ|°_¤F¥Lªº¥~±¤º³¡,¥´¸H¤F¦o,«Ø³y¥L; ¤@¯w²´¶¡ Sosai's ªº·N§Ó§¨ºò¤U¨Ó¦Ó¥Bºò´¤¡C
"Sosai!" Katse screamed. "Sosai, what is wrong? Why are
you angry? The completion of the Black Hole Operation, which was ordered
by you, is close at hand ... please, Sosai! Have I done something wrong?"
The pain doubled, tripled. He screamed high and shrill as it twisted his
body in a gruesome contortion, every muscle in his body arching and straining
and about to tear free from his bones. / " Sosai"! Katse ¦y¥s¡C
"Sosai,«ç»ò¦^¨Æ? §A¬°¤°»ò¥Í®ðªº? ³Q§A©R¥O¤Fªº¶Â¦â¬}¤â³Nªº§¹¦¨¬Oµ²§ô¦b¤âÃä¡C¡C¡C ½Ð,Sosai! §Ú°µ¦³¤ò¯f¤F¶Ü?"µhW¥[¿,¤T¿¤§¼Æ¡C
·í¥¦À¾¤F¤@Ó¥i©Èªº§áÅs¥L¨Å骺®ÉÔ¡A¥L°ª«×¦a¦y¥s¦Ó¥B¥Î¦y¾UªºÁnµ»¡, ¥Lªº¨Å馨¤}§ÎÅs¦±ªº¨C§ô¦Ù¦×¦Ó¥B³Ò²Ö©M¤j¬ù±q¥Lªº°©ÀY¦Û¥Ñ¬y²\¡C
No Katse / ¨S¦³ Katse
The pathos slowly spilled out of Katse, almost apologetically, leaving
him collapsed and bloody on the floor of the chamber, shaking and sobbing
for breath. His hair was matted coils down his back, newly aquiline features
blotched in gray and fever-scorched red. / ·P¶ËºCºC¦a·¸¥XÂ÷ Katse,´X¥GÅG¸Ñ¦a, Â÷¶}¥L˶ò©M¦å¸{ªº¦b·|ij«Çªº¦aªO¤W,¬°©I§l·n°Ê©Mµo¥X¶ã«|Ánµ¡C
¥LªºÀY¾v¬O¾Q»V¤lªº±²¤U¨Ó¥LªºI³¡,³ÌªñÆNªº¯S¼x¦b¦Ç¦â©Mµo¿N¨Ï¿NµJªº¬õ¦â¤¤¤j´³ÂI¡C
Katse
Now it flooded in high and bloody rage, mindless in grief. Katse was hit
before he even knew it, and was frozen in its light, locked firm and wrenched
upwards into trembling attention. / ²{¦b¥¦¸Á¾Ö¦Ó¦Ü°ª«×©M¦å¸{ªº¼««ã, ¤£¤p¤ßªº¦b¶Ëµh¤¤¡C ¦b¥L¬Æ¦Üª¾¹D¤§«e
, Katse ³Q¥´¥¦, ¦Ó¥B¦b¥¦ªº¿O¤¤³Qáµ²,¶i¤Jµo§Ýªºª`·N¤§¤º¥H¤WÂê¤F¤½¥q¦Ó¥B²r§á¡C
Katse before we put this operation into effect we must eliminate those
interfering children G-Force and David Anderson as well / ¦b§ÚÌ«eªº Katse
§â³o¤â³N¸m©ó§Ṳ́@©wn°£¥h¥¿¦b§«Ãª«Ä¤l G ªº¨º¨Ç®ÄªG- ¤O¶q©M¤j½Ã¦w¼w»¹®£©È³Ì¦n
"Y-yes, my Lord, yes!" Katse moaned. He shuddered as those gold
and baleful eyes swimming in the dimensional void settled down on him,
with the weight of every life killed in every millennia since the dawn
of time. "Yes, at once!" / "Y-¬Oªº,§Ú¤½Àï,¬Oªº"! Katse ©D§u¡C
·í¦b¥L¨¤W¦bªÅ¶¡ªºªÅµê¤¤´åªaªº¨º¨Çª÷¦âªº©M¦³®`ªº²´·ú¦w¹y¤U¨Óªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L¾Ô·X,¨ã¦³¨C¥Í¬¡ªº«¶q¦Û±q®É¶¡ªº¯}¾å¥H«á¦b¨CÓ´X¤d¦~±þ¡C "¬Oªº,¥ß¨è
"!
When the long quiet Mount Bulusan in the Philippines started rumbling
with petite earthquakes targeted miles down in the depths of the slopes,
an ISO team of volcanologists wasted no time setting up their lab in a
small village shack on the north face of the mountain. This would be the
finest chance to monitor a volcano¡¦s emergence from over twenty years
of inaction up to a possible eruption, since Mount Pinatubo erupted over
thirty years before. With all the newest ground sonar monitoring equipment
they had at their disposal, they had a better chance at an accurate eruption
prediction than their predecessors on Pinatubo had before. / ·í¤[¦wÀRªº¼¥Î°¨
Bulusan ¦bµá«ß»«¥H¼b¤p¦a¾_¶}©lµo¶©¶©Ánªº®ÉԺ˷Çù¦b¶É±×ªº²`«×¤è±åP¸¨,¤@Ó¤õ¤s¾Ç®aªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¤p²Õ¨S®ö¶O®É¶¡I´º¦b¤@Ó¤pªº§ø²ø¤¤ªº¥L̹êÅç«Ç¤W±¦b¥_¤è¤Wªº¤p«Î¤sªºÁy¡C
³o±N·|¬O³Ì¦nªº¾÷·|ºÊµø¨Ó¦Û¶W¹L¤G¤Q¦~ªº«å´k¤õ¤sªº¥X²{¨M©w©ó¥i¯àªºÃzµo, ¦]¬°¼¥Î°¨ Pinatubo Ãzµo¶W¹L¦b¤T¤Q¦~¥H«e¡C ÂǥѩҦ³ªº³Ì·s¤g¦aªºÁn¯ÇºÊÅ¥»ö¾¹¥L̦³¦b¥L̪º³B²z,
¥L̶W¹L¦b Pinatubo ¤Wªº¥LÌ«e½ú¥H¤@Ó¥¿½TªºÃzµo¹w´ú¦³¤F¤@Ó§ó¦nªº¾÷·|¦³¦b¤§«e¡C
So when the seismograph beeped that a temblor was occurring under Mount
Bulusan, the scientists¡¦ first reactions were not unlike a mother¡¦s at
a child¡¦s first spoken word. They were thrilled at the sudden action deep
inside the core, and in moments they all had every implement locked on
the internal plumbing of that high South Pacific volcano. This was the
fourth minor earthquake in as many days, originating deep inside the mountain.
Early speculation was that it was just another cycle in the life of the
mountain, about to soon vent steam, maybe blast a few phreatic eruptions
of ash over the surrounding land, and then fall silent again. / ¦p¦¹ªº·í¦a¾_p¹Í¹ÍÁn¥HP©ó¤@Ó¦a¾_¥¿¦b¼¥Î°¨
Bulusan ¤§¤Uµo¥Í,¬ì¾Ç®aªº²Ä¤@¤ÏÀ³¦b«Ä¤l³Ì¤f»yªº¦r¤£¬O¤£¹³¥À¿Ëªº¡C ¥L̦b®Ö¤ß¸Ì¦b¬ðµMªº¦æ°Ê³Q¾_Ÿ²`³B¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¤ù¨è¤º¥LÌ¥þ³¡Âê©w¨CÓ¤u¨ã¨º®y°ªªº«n¤è¤Ó¥¬vªº¤õ¤s¤º¦b¹]¤u·~¡C
³o¬O²Ä¥|Ó¸û¤pªº¦a¾_¦b¦p³\¦h¤Ñ,¶}©l¸Ì±ªº²`³B¤s¡C ¦ªº±À´ú¬O¡A¥¦¬O¤sªº¥Í¬¡¦Ñ®Mªº©P´Á, ¤j¬ù«Ü§Öµo¬ª»]®ð,¤]³\ºR´Ý¦b©P³òªº¤g¦a¤Wªº¤@¨Ç¦Çªº
phreatic Ãzµo, µM«á¬î¤Ñ¨HÀqªº¦A¤@¦¸¡C
As expected, the temblor lasted only a few seconds, then dwindled away.
Internal density readings and the quake¡¦s epicenter and range were already
being crunched by the lab¡¦s computers. In a few moments they¡¦d know whether
or not the volcano was starting to swell with gasses as a precursor to
a possible eruption or was just settling down. / ¨Ì·Ó´Á±æ¡A¦a¾_¥u«ùÄò¤F¼Æ¬í,µM«á´î¤ÖÂ÷¶}¡C
¤º¦bªº±K«×¾\Ū©M¦a¾_ªº¾_¥¡©M½d³ò¤w¸g³Q¹êÅç«Çªº¹q¸£¹Ç¤ã¹Ç¤ãªº«rÄZ¡C ¦b´X¤ù¨è¤§¤º¥ḺN·|ª¾¹D¡A¬O§_¤õ¤s¶}©l¥H gasses ¼W¤j·í¥i¯àªºÃzµo¤@Ó¥ýÅXªÌ©ÎªÌ¥¿¦b¶È¶È¦w©w¤U¨Ó¡C
A few minutes later, the seismograph twitched again. / ¤@¨Ç¤ÀÄÁ¤§«á¡A¦a¾_p¦A¤@¦¸²r©Ô¡C
And the readings went off the scale. / ¦Ó¥B¾\ŪÃz¬µ¨è«×¡C
The earthquake came in a massive jarring wrench that heaved the slope
upwards a full ten feet. The lab was instantly torn from its foundation
and sent sliding down the hillside in a bouncing, disintegrating explosion
of wood and glass, equipment flying everywhere, the occupants screaming
down with it. The size and suddenness of it would hit other seismologists
worldwide with as much shock as the terror in the ISO volcanologists final
conscious moments as they tumbled down the hill with the remains of the
lab, the baking pyroclastic flow just milliseconds behind their crushed
bodies, rolling down the collapsing and liquefying slopes in a black tidal
avalanche. / ¦a¾_¶i¨Ó¤@Ó¥H¤W¥Î¤OÁ|°_¤F¶É±×§¹¾ãªº¤Q§`Ãe¤jªºÁÓªî§æ¹X¡C ¹êÅç«Ç¥ß§Y¦a±q¥¦ªº°ò¦³Q¼¹¶}¨Ã¥B°e·Æ¤U¨Ó¸õÅDªº¤s©Y¡A¤À¸Ñ¤ì§÷©M¬Á¼þ¡A¦U³B¸ªº»ö¾¹Ãz¬µ¡A¥H¥¦¦y¥s¤U¨Óªº¥e¦³ªÌ¡C
¤j¤p©M¥¦ªº¬ðµM±N·|¦b¥þ¥@¬É¸I¼²¨ä¥Lªº¦a¾_¾Ç®a¥Ñ©ó·í¦p°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¤õ¤s¾Ç®aªº®£©Æ«Ü¦hªºÅåÀ~³Ì«áªº¦³·NÃѪº¤ù¨è·í¥Ļ˽¤p¤s¥Ñ©ó¨º¹êÅç«Ç«O«ù,¨`¼öªº
pyroclastic ¬y°Ê¦b¥L̪º¯»¸H¨Åé«á±ªº¥¿ª½²@¬í,ºu°Ê¤U¨Ó¨ºÓ±Y¼ì¦Ó¥B·»¸Ñ¤@Ӷ¦⪺¼é¦Á³·±Yªº¶É±×¡C
Then the ash boiled up to stratospheric heights in a thunderous flash;
with all the power of several hundred nuclear blasts the top half of the
mountain was blown into the darkened sky in the blink of an eye, and all
of the land and villages surrounding it were stripped bare by dozens of
pyroclastic flows for miles in every direction. The skies would rain fire
and ash for weeks on end, the death toll would come in the estimates of
the high thousands, and the scientists¡¦ bodies would never be found among
them. / µM«á¦Çª½¨ì¥Í¹pªº°{¥ú¦P·Å¼hªº°ª«×µNªm; ÂǥѤ@¨Ç¦Êªº©Ò¦³¤O¶q®Ö¤l³d½|³»¦y¤H¤@¥bªº¤s¤@¯w²´¶¡¶i¤J³Q§Ë·tªº¤ÑªÅ¤§¤º³Q§j¡A¦Ó¥B©Ò¦³ªº¤g¦a©M³ò¶µÛ¥¦ªº§ø²ø¹ï©ó¨CÓ¤è¦Vªºù³Q´X¤QÓ
pyroclastic ¬yµ{°£¥h¨ª»rªº¡C ¤ÑªÅ±N·|³sÄò¤U«B¤õ©M¦Çªø¹F¼ÆÓ¬P´Á¤§¤[,¦º¤`¤H¼Æ±N·|¶i¨Ó°ªªº¼Æ¤d¦ôp¡A¦Ó¥B¬ì¾Ç®aªº¨Åé±N·|µLªk¦b¥L̤§¤¤³Qµo²{¡C
PART ONE: RUNNING ON EMPTY / ¤À¶}¤@: ¬y³uªÅªº
Jay Randall was off the USS Muriel the moment the hydroplane cruiser¡¦s
crew docked her into port at Naval Air Station Alameda, and he silently
headed for the base¡¦s kennels. Sam the dog was already loose from her
lieutenant handler and running his way, cheerfully bounding over at his
calling whistle and then falling in beside at a slow guarding trot. Damn
but she was a good dog, the best bomb tracker they had, almost comical
with her near-human sensibilities and feminine quirks. She ranged ahead
of her sole master and roamed around the EDC sedan he would drive home-
intuitive taking over without even needing a search command- then jumped
in through one of the open windows. / ³¾Äõ¼wº¸¨«¶}¬O¤ù¨è¤ô¤W¸¾÷¨µ¬vÄ¥ªº²Õû¦b®üxªº¨®¯¸¯èªÅ´²¨B¹D¸ô©Ò°±ªy¦o¶i´ä¤fªº¬ü°ê
Muriel ¡A¦Ó¥B¥LÀqÀq¦a¥h°ò¦ªºª¯ªÙ¡C ¤s©iª¯¤w¸g¬O¼eÃPªº±q¦o¤¤±L³B²zªº¤H¦Ó¥B¶]¥Lªº¤èªk, °ª°ª¿³¿³¦a¦b¥L©I¥s¤fïµ²§ô¸õÅDµM«á¸õÅDªº¤U°¦b¤@ºC¦a«O½Ã§Ö¨B®ÇÃä¡C
¤@ÂI¦ý¬O¦o¬O¤@°¦¦nª¯, ³Ì¦nªº¬µ¼u°lÂܪ̥L̦³, ´X¥G¦n¯º¥Ñ©ó¦o±µªñ- ¤HÃþªº·P©Ê©M¤k©Êªº©_¨Æ¡C ¦o¦b¦oªº¸}´x¤§«e±Æ¦C¥D¤H¨Ã¥B¦b¥L±N·|¶}¨®¦^®aªº
EDC ¨p®aÃ⨮ªº©P³òº©¹C-ª½Ä±ªº¨S¦³¥©Zªº»Ýn¤@Ó·j´M«ü¥O±µºÞ- µM«á¸õÅD¦b¸g¹L¶}©ñªºµ¡¤á¤§¤@¡C
You wanna drive? Jay thought as the golden retriever gave him a superior
doggy smile. He was in love with her, but as he rubbed the point at the
back of his neck where the probes had been slipped to run the scans into
his cerebonic hardwiring and got a light ripple of pain spiraling through
his right arm in response to the pressure, he wondered if she¡¦d been worth
it. But then again, one puppy-dog look was all it took, then and now.
/ §A·Qn¾r¾p? ·íª÷ªº´_±oªÌµ¹¤©¤F¥L¤@ÓÀu¶Vªº¤pª¯·L¯ºªº®ÉÔ¡A³¾·Q¡C ¥L»P¦o¬ÛÅÊ,¦ý¬O·í¥L¦b¥Lªº±´¬d¤w¸g³Q·Æ˶]±½´y¶i¥Lªº cerebonic
hardwiring ¤§¤º¦Ó¥B±o¨ì¤F¤@°}¦^À³À£¤O¦¨Á³±Ûª¬¤U°¹L¥Lªº¥k¤âÁuªºµhW»´º§ªiªº²ä¤lI±À¿ÂI, ¥LÃhºÃ°²¦p¦o¬Oȱo¡C ¦ý¬O¦A¤@¦¸µM«á¡A¤pª¯-
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Jay slid in behind the wheel with a long and tired sigh. The car was a
lame excuse in comparison to the high-strung power of the G-2 even out
of transmutation, but it was secure in the Phoenix¡¦s nosedock and he¡¦d
quietly left it in place. He reached over and rumpled Sam¡¦s ears. "You¡¦re
a manipulative little bitch, you know that?" / ³¾·Æ°Ê¦b½ü¤l«á±¥H¤@Ánªøªº©M¯h²Öªº¼Û®§¡C
¨T¨®¬O¬Æ¦Ü±qÅܧιï G-2 ªº°ª«×ºò±i¤O¶qªº¦b¤ñ¸û¤¤ªº®t«lÂǤf¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¬O¦w¤ßªº¦b»ñ°Ä«°ªº nosedock ¤¤¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦³¦wÀR¦a¾A·í¦a¯d¤U¤F¥¦¡C
¥L¦ù¹L¤â¥h¦Ó¥B§Ë¿¨¤F¤s©iªº¦Õ¦·¡C " §A¬O¤@ӥΤâ³B²zªº¤p¥Àª¯,§Aª¾¹D¨º "?
Sam batted her tail agreeably against the passenger door. Yeah, but I
know you love me anyway. / ¤s©i¤Ï¹ï¼«Èªù´r§Ö¦a½¿½»¤F¦oªº§À³¡¡C ¬Oªº,¦ý¬O§Úª¾¹D§AµL½×¦p¦ó·R§Ú¡C
He¡¦d officially been off for a two day furlough six hours before, but
at the very end of his tour he had finally gone in to the medical staff
on Crescent Coral Island. It hurt far more than even he could ignore.
One warning shot was all his cerebonics had given him. The sudden raking
fire that seared down his back and arms early that morning in his officer¡¦s
quarters had come like a frag explosion, and instantly his pulse skyrocketed
above 100, hyperventilating in shock, not even knowing if he had screamed
and somehow that had been the worst of all. / ¥L¤w¸g³Q¥¿¦¡¦b¤»Ó¤p®É¥H«eÂ÷¶}¹F¤G¤Ñ¤§¤[¥ð°²¡A¦ý¬O¦b¥Lªº®È¹C³Ìµ²§ô¥L¤w¸g³Q³Ì«á¹ï¦b·s¤ë§Îªº¬À·ä®q¤WªºÂå¾Ç¾û¶i¤J¡C
¥¦¶Ë®`§ó¦hªº¤ñ¸û¬Æ¦Ü¥L¥i¥H¤£²z¸B¡C ĵ§iªºª`®g¬O¥L©Ò¦³ªº cerebonics ¤w¸gµ¹¥L¡C ¦V²î§À¯NµJ¤U¨Ó¥LªºI³¡¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¥Lªº©xû¥|¤À¤§¤@¤º¨º¤Ñ¦±áªZ¸Ë±o¦ªº¤õ¬ðµM¤w¸g¹³¤@Ó
frag Ãz¬µ¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¥ß§Y¦a¥Lªº¯ß»Kötº¦¤Wzªº 100,ÅåÀ~ªº hyperventilating, ¤£¬O¬Æ¦Ü³Õ¾Ç°²¦p¥L¦y¥s¡A¦Ó¥B¤£ª¾¦ó¬G¨º¤w¸g¬O¥þ³¡ªº³ÌÃa¡C
Then everything went numb. Everything. He didn¡¦t even feel the floor when
he passed out. Just bang- into the black. / µM«á¨C¥ó¨Æª«Åܳ¤ì¡C ¨C¥ó¨Æª«¡C ·í¥L©ü˪º®ÉÔ¡A¥L¬Æ¦Ü¨S¦³·Pı¦aªO¡C
¶È¶È«À»-¶i¤J¶Â¦â¤§¤º¡C
Not out for long, but it was enough for worry to escalate into profound
fright. / ¤£¦b¥~¬°ªøªº,¦ý¬O·Ð´o¶i¤J·¥²`ªºÅåÀb¤§¤ºÂX¤j¬O¥R¨¬ªº¡C
Something was very, very wrong. / ¬Y¨Æ¬O«D±`«D±`¿ù»~¡C
He was halfway down Highway One into Pacifica when his wristband flashed,
and it nearly made him jump out of his skin. When he opened up the comm
his hands were shaking. "Two." / ·í¥Lªº³S¤f°{²{¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦´X¥G¨Ï¥L¸õÅDÂ÷¥Lªº¥Ö½§®ÉÔ¡A¥L¶i¤J
Pacifica ¤§¤º¬O¤¤³~ªº¦V¤U¤½¸ô¤@¡C ·í¥L¥´³q¥Lªº¤â¥¿¦b·n°Êªº comm ªº®ÉÔ¡C " ¤G ".
"Jay, wherever you are, turn around and head back to Marin. We know
what¡¦s wrong." / "³¾¡AµL½×§A¦b¦ó³B¡A¦^¹LÀY¦Ó¥Bªð¦^°¨ªL¡C §Ú̪¾¹D¤°»ò¬O¿ù»~ªº¡C"
"Talk to me now, Matty," Jay called out, and now all of him
was shaking. For the first time since that first day when he had gone
under the knife and waded out of the anesthesia feeling those new and
strange harmonic sensations whispering under his skin, the cerebonics¡¦
familiar pulses made him want to throw up. "What¡¦s causing it? What¡¦s
wrong with me?" / "²{¦b©M§Ú»¡¸Ü,Matty",³¾¤j¥s¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥L¥þ³¡¥¿¦b·n°Ê¡C ¦Û±q¨ºÓ¥L¤w¸g¦b¤M¤§¤U¥h¦Ó¥B¶[¯AÂ÷·Pı¨º¨Ç¦b¥Lªº¥Ö½§¤§¤U¦Õ»yªº·s©M©_©Çªº½Õ©M·Pıªº³Â¾K²Ä¤@¤Ñ¥H«á²Ä¤@¦¸,
cerebonics' ¼ô±xªº¯ß»K¨Ï¥L·Qn¹Ã¦R¡C " ¤°»ò¥¿¦b¤Þ°_¥¦? §Ú«ç»ò¤F ?"
And at that very second a dark shadow passed over his speeding car. Slowly
cruised over, blotting out the sun and stopped. / ¦Ó¥B¥H¨º¤@ӳ̲ĤGÓ¤@Ӷ·tªº¼v¹³©¿²¤¥Lªº¾r¨®¶W³t¨T¨®¡C
ºCºC¦aµ²§ô¨µ¯è,¦ÃÂI¥X¤Ó¶§¦Ó¥B°±¤î¡C
"It¡¦s the two vert-ssssk!" Dr. Martinez¡¦s voice suddenly evaporated
into static. Something was cutting the signal. Jay looked up at the hovering
supercraft and felt grinding shock at the sheer size of the thing. / "¥¦¬O¤G
vert-ssssk"! Martinez's ³Õ¤hÁnµ¬ðµM¶i¤JÀR¹q¤§¤º»]µo¡C ¬Y¨Æ¥¿¦b´î§C«H¸¹¡C ³¾¦b¨Æª«ªºµ´¹ï¤j¤p¬Ý¦b¤W±½L±Û
supercraft ¦Ó¥B³Q·Pı¿iªºÅåÀ~¡C
Like striking snakes, the Gallactor cruiser¡¦s two drone hovercrafts shot
down on him. / ³ßÅw¥´À»³D,Gallactor ¨µ¬vÄ¥ªº¤G¶¯¸Á hovercrafts ¦b¥L¨¤WÀ»¸¨¡C
Both swooped low over the car, cannons strafing automatic fire. Under
them Jay slammed on the brakes and spun the sedan around, its engine howling.
Sam, caught off guard by the sudden evasive turn, scrambled for footing
and smacked the dashboard with a painful yelp. The sedan sped forward,
tires squealing smoke. Two rounds slapped the windshield just inches from
Jay¡¦s head. Another punched into the car¡¦s ceiling and left a two-inch
dent in the armor. Jay sent it veering hard to the left, then back. A
hovercraft screamed past then curved around and down to face him head-on,
the gunner swinging his cannon down. A line of fire chipped the road directly
in front of Jay as the other coursed down low from behind, blocking his
escape. Several rounds popped the left fore tire and sent it flying in
shredded black chunks whipping away from the rim. / ¨âªÌ³£§C¤U¦a¦b¨T¨®¤§¤W§ì¨ú,¤j¯¥ strafing
¦Û°Ê¾÷±ñ¤õ¡C ¦b¥L̤§¤U³¾¦b·Ù¨®¤W²rµMÃö¤W¦Ó¥B¦bªþªñ§Ö³t±ÛÂà¨p®aÃ⨮, ©Hýªº¥¦¤ÞÀº¡C ¤s©i,¨«¶}®·®»¬ðµMªº°kÁ×±ÛÂ઺¦u½Ã,¬°¨B¦æ¦Ó¥B¦³¨ý¹D¦³¤@ÁnµhWªº¥s³Û»öªíªOÃk½t¡C
¦V«e¦a³Q¥[³tªº¨p®aÃ⨮,¨Ï¯hµo¥X¦y¾Uªº¥sÁn·Ï¡C ©çÀ»¾×·¬Á¼þªº¤GÓ¦^¦X¶È¶È±q³¾ªºÀYºCºC«e¶i¡C ¥t¥~¤@¶i¤J¨T¨®ªº¤ÑªáªO¤§¤º¥H®±«À»¦Ó¥B¯d¤U¤F²¯¥Òªº¤@Ó¤G¦T¥W²ª¡C
³¾°e¤F¥¦§V¤O¦a§ïÅܤè¦V¨ì¥ªÃä,µM«á¦V«á¦a¡C hovercraft µM«á¦y¥s¹L¥hÅs¦b¦Ó¥B©P³òåP¸¨¥¿±¦a±¹ï¥L,·nÂ\¥Lªº¤j¯¥¯¥¤âåP¸¨¡C ·í¥t¤@Ó±q«á±ªº³¡¤À§C¤U¦a½Òµ{¤U¨Óªº®ÉÔ¡A¤@Ó¤õ½u¦b³¾¤§«eª½±µ¦a«d¤F¹D¸ô,
ªýÂ_¥Lªº°k¤`¡C ¤@¨Ç¦^¦X¦b«e½üL¨ú¥X¥ªÃä¨Ã¥B°e¤F¥¦¦b¼¹¦¨¸H¤ù¶Â¦âªº¤j¶ôÃ@¥´»·Â÷Ãä½t¸¡C
The sedan crumpled down instantly when the tire blew. Velocity rocked
it hard down into the asphalt and sent it flipping side over side across
the highway¡¦s grassy median, metal and turf flying in every direction.
The armored frame ground itself into the grass with a spraying cloud of
dust and scattering dirt, finally rolling back onto all fours with a slow
groaning thump at the end of its momentum, the body crumpled and scarred
beyond recognition. / ·í½üL§jªº®ÉÔ¡A¨p®aÃ⨮¥ß§Y¦a§Ë½K¤U¨Ó¡C ³Q·n°Ê¥¦ªº³t«×§V¤O¦a¶i¤J¬fªo¤§¤ºåP¸¨¦Ó¥B°e¤F¥¦¥Î«üÀY¼u¾î¹L¤½¸ôªººñ¦â
¹³¯óªº¤¤°Ê¯ß¡Aª÷Äݪº¦bÃä¤WªºÃä¦Ó¥B»°¥X¦b¨CÓ¤è¦V¤¤¸¡C ¶i¤J©M¦Ç¹Ð©M´²§Gªº¼QÃú¶³ªº¯ó¤§¤º¤g¦aªº¥¦¥»¨¦Ã«¯ªºªZ¸ËÅé®æ, ³Ì«á¢¨Ï«á°h¦b©Ò¦³ªº¥|¤§¤W¥Ñ©óºCªº¦b¥¦°Ê¤Oµ²§ôªº®ÉÔ©D§u«¥´¡A¨Åé§Ë½K¦Ó¥Bµ²¬Í¶W¹L©Ó»{¡C
Inside, Jay¡¦s vision swam in and out of focus as he tried to wriggle free
from the seatbelts to reach his dropped gun, and from outside he heard
the two smaller hovercrafts¡¦ engines slowly cycling down as they landed.
Overhead the cruiser drifted past, content to let the men in the two drones
deal with the crash. Footsteps approached the mangled car. Sam was gone.
Jay collapsed onto the passenger seat, awareness suddenly fuzzing out.
He absently wiped one hand over his forehead, feeling the warm smear of
blood where the airbag had missed, then promptly forgot about the wound.
His Sig Sauer was under the seat. He heard their voices, soft and cautious,
and the quick snap of a rifle¡¦s action jacking the first round in. He
grasped the butt of the Sig, but couldn¡¦t feel it solid in his hand. His
right hand was prickling in and out of pain. Rolling sheets of it was
coursing down his back. / ¤º³¡, ³¾ªºµø³¥´åªa¦b¦Ó¥B±qµJÂI·í¥L¸ÕµÛ±q seatbelts ¦Û¥Ñį°Ê¨ì¹F¥Lªº°§Cºj¡A¦Ó¥B±q¥LºCºC¦aÅ¥¨ì¤F¤GÓ§ó¤pªº
hovercrafts' ¤ÞÀºÃM¨®¤U¨Óªº¥~±·í¥L̵n³°¡C ¦b°ª³B³Qº}¬y¹L¥hªº¨µ¬vÄ¥,¨ÏÅý¨k¤H¶i¥h¤GÓ¶¯¸Á©M¼Y·´ªº¥æ©öº¡¨¬¡C ¸}¨B±µªñ¤F³Q¶Ã¤Áªº¨T¨®¡C
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¥Lªº Sig Sauer ¦b®y¦ì¤§¤U¡C ¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F¥L̪ºÁnµ,³nªº©MÂÔ·Vªº, ©M©ï°_²Ä¤@Ó¦^¦X¶i¤Jªº¨ÓºÖºjªº¦æ°Ê§Ö¤jÁn¥w½|¡C ¥L§ì¦í¤F Sig
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A low chuckle from outside- and suddenly the muzzle of a rifle was being
poked through the smashed passenger window and into the side of his face.
His hand, still down under the seat, sagged down in surrender and humiliation.
/ ±q¥~±ªº¤@Ó§Cªº¦Y¦Y¯ºÁn-¦Ó¥B¬ðµM¨ÓºÖºjªº°Êª«¤§»ó¤f¥¿¦b³Q¼·¶}¹L³Q¯»¸Hªº¼«Èµ¡¤á¨Ã¥B¶i¤J¥LªºÁyÃ䤧¤º¡C ¥Lªº¤â,¤´µM¦b®y¦ì¤§¤UåP¸¨,¦b©ñ±ó©M®¢°d¤è±¤U««¤U¨Ó¡C
"This was almost too easy," the laughing voice murmured. "Not
what we expected out of a G-Forcer." He motioned up with the muzzle
of the rifle, and the front sight scraped along Jay¡¦s cheekbone. "Come
on out, hands on your head." / " ³o´X¥G¤Ó®e©ö ",¯ºµÛªºÁnµ§C»y¡C "
¤£¤°»ò§ÚÌ´Á±æÂ÷ a G-Forcer". ¥L¦b¥Ñ©ó¨ÓºÖºjªº°Êª«¤§»ó¤f , ©M«e±ªºµø¤OªuµÛ³¾ªºÀU°©¨í±¼¤W±¹B°Ê¡C "
µo¥Í¥~±ªº,¶Ç»¼§AªºÀY".
Shaking miserably in shock from the crash, Jay looked up and saw the form
of a Gallactor officer aiming the rifle at his face, the green of his
uniform fading in and out of focus, blending with the treeline beyond
his peripheral vision. The officer yanked the door open, and busted glass
clattered onto the ground. His hardwiring buzzing, Jay squeezed his eyes
shut and reopened them, trying to regain visual focus, rally down his
faltering muscles. It was too late to transmute. There was no place for
him to go. / ¦b¨Ó¦Û¼Y·´ªºÅåÀ~¤¤«D±`¤£©¯¦a·n°Ê, ³¾¬Ý¦b¦Ó¥B¤W±¨£¨ì¤F§â¨ÓºÖºj¹ï·Ç¥LªºÁy Gallactor ©xûªº§Î¦¡, ¥Lªº¨îªA®É©|ªººñ¦â¦b©M±qµJÂI,
¥H treeline ²V¦X¶W¹L¥Lªº©PÃäµø³¥¡C ©xû±j©Ô¤Fªù¤½¶}, ¦Ó¥B¥´¯} , ¬Á¼þ¦b¦a±¤§¤Wµo¥X¼M°ÕÁn¡C ¥Lªº hardwiring µo¸Áµ,³¾ºò´¤
, ¥Lªº²´·úÃö¤W¦Ó¥B«¶}¤F¥LÌ, ¹Á¸Õ¨ú¦^µøıªºµJÂI,¶°µ²¤U¨Ó¥LªºÂÚ¶\¦Ù¦×¡C ¥¦¬O¤Ó±ß¦ÓµLªkÅܧΡC ¥L¨S¦³¦a¤è¥h¡C
Sam shot out of the car¡¦s rear passenger window like a golden furry bullet,
clamping onto the arm of the trooper at the officer¡¦s left and driving
him down screaming in terror and firing his weapon into the air. The rest
of them ducked at the swinging arc of bullets, and the trooper was howling,
Sam snarling and shredding his arms, face, and chest with quick and efficiently
vicious fury. The remainder of the troopers scrambled away in all directions
from her and Sam¡¦s prey was shrieking "-off! Get ¡¥im off! Get ¡¥im
off-!!" / ¤s©i®gÀ»Â÷ , ¨T¨®ªº«á±¼«Èµ¡¤á³ßÅw¤@Óª÷ªº¤ò¥Ö¤l¼u,¦b©xûªº¥ªÃä¦bÃM§Lªº¤âÁu¤§¤W©w¦ì¦Ó¥B§â¥L¾r¾p¤U¨Ó¦b®£©Æ¤¤¦y¥s©M¶}¤õ¥LªºªZ¾¹¶iªÅ®ð¤§¤º¡C
¥L̪º¨ä¾lªÌ¦b¤l¼uªº·nÂ\©·¨S¤J¤ô¤¤¡A¦Ó¥BÃM§L¬O©Hýªº,©M§Öªº©M¦³®Ä²v¨¸´cªº¼««ã§q¥s©M¼¹¸H¥Lªº¤âÁu¡AÁy©M¯Ýªº¤s©i¡C ³Q±q¦o©MÂyª«¥¿¦b¦y¥sªº¤s©i©¹¥|±¤K¤èÃk½tÂ÷¶}ªºÃM§L³Ñ¾lªÌ
"-¨«¶}! ±H¥X¡¥ im! ±H¥X¡¥ im-!!"
Jay swung his arm up and shot the closest trooper dead-blank in the face;
he dropped like a sack of feed and sprawled onto the ground. Jay snatched
up the trooper¡¦s weapon and leveled a tight arc of fire at their knees
from the wrenched open door; he couldn¡¦t aim any higher trapped behind
it. Return fire clanked against the car¡¦s frame, Jay pulled back with
his arms over his head, and his dog suddenly yowled high. The officer
was bellowing commands to round him off and corner him. He couldn¡¦t hear
the dog. He looked around and saw her strewn body sprawled on the ground,
and the bitten trooper was weakly moaning and trying to crawl away. Sam?
/ ³¾·nÂ\ , ¥Lªº¤âÁu´£°ª¦Ó¥B®gÀ»³Ì¾aªñªºÃM§L¦º-ÁyªºªÅ®æ; ¥L°§C¹³¤@Ó¹}¾iªº³Â¥¬³U¦Ó¥B¦b¦a±¤§¤WÂX®i¡C ³¾¦bÃM§LªºªZ¾¹¤W±¹Ü¨ú¦Ó¥B¦b¨Ó¦Û³Q²r§áªºªù¤á¶}©ñªº¥L̽¥®ø°£¤@Ó¤õªººò©·;
¥LµLªk¦b¥¦«á±¹ï·Ç¥Ø¼Ð§ó§ó°ª¤F§x¦í¡C ¦^À»µoÃôÁn¹ï§Ü¨T¨®ªºÅé®æ,³¾¦V«á¦a¥H¦b¥LªºÀY¤W¥L¤âÁu©Ô¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªºª¯¬ðµM°ª«×¦a¸¹¥s¡C ©xû¥¿¦b«ã§q«ü¥O¨«¶}§â¥L§Ë¶ê¦Ó¥B¢¦Ü¤@¶¨¥L¡C
¥LµLªkÅ¥¨ìª¯¡C ¥L¥|³B¬Ý¬Ý¦Ó¥B¨£¨ì¦o³Q¼»º¡¦b¦a±¤W³QÂX®iªº¨Åé¡A¦Ó¥B³Q«rªºÃM§L¥¿¦b·L®z¦a©D§u©M¹Á¸Õª¦¦æÂ÷¶}¡C ¤s©i?
SAM!" Jay screamed, and a whitewash of pain and hate blistered behind
his eyes. The first trooper in front of him was splattered in his next
shot. The one behind and to the right was sent spinning back minus his
left cheekbone in a kaleidoscope of red airborne spray. The next was too
close to shoot; Jay insanely reached out and grabbed the muzzle of the
astonished trooper¡¦s rifle, yanked him forward into arm¡¦s range, and broke
his neck. More men began to swarm from the other hovercraft, firing on
him. He swung the Gallactor¡¦s body around and let the bullets chop deep
into the back of their dead member. The officer screamed something unintelligible.
Jay heard him and had his position calculated in less than a heartbeat,
sliding one hand across the sheath holding his quillspike shuriken. He
felt combat-heightened cerebonic fire whip down his back and his arms
in reply to the motion. His vision sparkled peregrine sharp. / ¤s©i!"³¾¦y¥s¡A¦Ó¥B¤@ÓµhW©M¼¨«ëªº¥Õ¦â¶î®Æ¦b¥Lªº²´·ú«á±¤ôªw¡C
²Ä¤@ÓÃM§L¦b¥L¤§«e¦b¥Lªº¤UÓª`®g¤¤³Q¨Ï¤ôµ¥¸Âq¡C ¤@ӫᱪº³¡¤À¦Ó¥B¹ï¥kÃä³Q°e´î¤@Ó¬õ¦âªÅ¹Bªº¤ôªá¸Uªáµ©ªº¥L¥ªÃ䪺ÀU°©¦V«á¦a¯¼Â´¡C ¤U¤@Ó¬O¤Ó±µªñ¦ÓµLªk®gÀ»;
³¾±wºë¯«¯f¦a¨ì¹F¥X¨Ã¥B§ì¨ú³QÃM§LÅå³Yªº¨ÓºÖºjªº°Êª«¤§»ó¤f,¶i¤J¤âÁuªº½d³ò¤§¤º¦V«e¦a±j©Ô¤F¥L, ¦Ó¥BÂ_±¼¤F¥Lªº²ä¤l¡C §ó¦hªº¨k¤H¶}©l±q¥t¤@Ó
hovercraft ¸s¶°,¦b¥L¨¤W¶}¤õ¡C ¥L¦bªþªñ·nÂ\ Gallactor's ªº¨Åé¨Ã¥B¶i¤J¥L̪º¦º¦¨ûªºI±¤§¤ºÅý¤l¼u¦×¤ù²`³B¡C ©xû¦y¥sµLªkÁA¸ÑªºªF¦è¡C
³¾Å¥¨ì¤F¥L¦Ó¥Bpºâ¥Lªº¦ì¸m¦b¤p©ó¤@Ӥ߸õ, ·Æ¤@¶V¹L´¤¦í¥Lªº quillspike shuriken ªºÀT¶Ç»¼¡C ¥L·Pı¾Ô°«¥[±jªº cerebonic
§âÃ@¶}°£¤U¨Ó¹ï¹B°Êªº¦bµªÂЪº¥LI³¡©M¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C ¥Lªºµø³¥°{Ä£¤F¥~¹´°ª½Õ¡C
When another moved too fast for him to compensate for. / ·í¥t¥~¤@²¾°Ê¤Ó§Ö¦a¥L¦ÓµLªkÀvÁÙªº®ÉÔ¡C
The trooper slammed the butt of his rifle hard into the back of Jay¡¦s
neck. / ÃM§L¶i¤J³¾ªº²ä¤lI±¤§¤º²rµMÃö¤W¤FÃøªº¥L¨ÓºÖºjªº·ÏÀY¡C
And bang- into the black. / ¦Ó¥B¯yµM-¶i¤J¶Â¦â¤§¤º¡C
Three agents in operations were struggling in feverish panic at communications
when David Anderson stormed in and tracked them down. It was two minutes
since the link to Jay Randall was cut, and whatever it was had them effectively
blocked in every conceivable frequency. / ·í¤j½Ã¦w¼w»¹¨g«ã©Hýªº®ÉÔ¡A¤â³Nªº¤TÓ¥N²z¤H¥¿¦b·¾³q¦b¿³¾Äªº®£·W¤è±¾Ä°«¦b¦Ó¥B§â¥LÌ°lÂܤU¨Ó¡C
¥¦¬O¡A¹ï³¾Äõ¼wº¸ªº³sµ²³Q´î§C¡A¦Ó¥BµL½×¥¦¬O¤°»ò«á¤G¤ÀÄÁ¥L̦³®Ä¦a¦b¨C¤@·Q±o¨ìªºÀW²v¤è±ªý¶ë¤F¡C
"We just found the car," one of them said as David approached.
"But no sign of him-" / " §ÚÌèèµo²{¨T¨® ",·í¤j½Ã±µªñªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L̪º¨ä¤¤¤§¤@»¡¡C
" ¦ý¬O¨S¦³¥Lªº¸ñ¶H-"
"They had to have been using a cloak," his partner added. "Alameda
didn¡¦t trace any off-signal aircraft approaching, but witnesses said that
a ship and two choppers came down out of nowhere. Never had a chance."
/ " ¥LÌ¥²¶·¤w¸g¨Ï¥Î¤@Ӥ潴 ",¥Lªº¦X¹Ù¤H¸Éz¡C " ´²¨B¹D¸ô¨S¦³°lÂÜ¥ô¦óªº¨«¶}-«H¸¹¸¾÷±µªñ,¦ý¬O¥ØÀ»ªÌ»¡¤F¤@¿´²î©M¤GÓ¤Áª«¤§¤HµL³B¸¨¤U¨ÓÂ÷¡C
±q¤£¦³¤F¤@Ó¾÷·|¡C"
David reached down and traced the line of the signal that was blocking
their own, and backed up to search for the source. No good- wherever they
were, they weren¡¦t going to let themselves be traced so easily. Make the
CCI intelligence teams waste effort, and in the meantime Jay would be
minced for everything he knew. It wasn¡¦t a pretty thought. All they could
do was to wait for his signal from the outside, if he could send it, and
be quick enough to catch it before it was lost. / ¥L̦ۤvªº, ¦Ó¥B¤ä«ù´M§ä¨Ó·½ªº³Q¦ù¤â®³¤U¦Ó¥B°lÂÜ¥¿¦bªýÂ_ªº«H¸¹½u¤j½Ã¡C
¨S¦³¦nªº- µL½×¥L̦b¦ó³B¡A¦Û¤v¤£±NÅý³Q°lÂܦp¦¹ªº®e©ö¡C ¨Ï CCI ´¼¤OÁp¦¨¤@²Õ¼o±óªº§V¤O, ¦Ó¥B¦b¨º¨ä¶¡³¾¤¤±N·|³Q¬°¥Lª¾¹Dªº¨C¥ó¨Æª«¤Á¸H¡C
¥¦¤£¬O¤@Óº}«Gªº·Qªk¡C ¥þ³¡¥LÌ·|°µ¬Oµ¥Ô¨Ó¦Û¥~±ªº¥L«H¸¹,¦pªG¦b¥¦³Q¥¢¥h¤§«e , ¥L¥i¥H°e¥¦, ¦Ó¥B°÷§Ö¨Ó®·®»¥¦¡C
From the onboard camera of an Earth Defense Command ship that was cruising
over the long abandoned wreckage, David could see the remains of the bomb
dog like scraps of red-blotted gold cloth, and the mental picture grew
uglier. / ±q¤@¿´¦a²y¨¾½Ã«ü¥O¥¿¦b¹M¤Îªøªº¼Z¸¨´Ý¾l¨µ¯èªº²î¨º¦bªO¤l¤W¬Û¾÷¡A¤j½Ã¥i¥H¨£¨ì¨º«O«ù¬µ¼u§ÀÀH¬Û¦ü¤p¤ù¬õ¦âªº - ³Q¦ÃÂIª÷¦âªº¥¬®Æ¡A¦Ó¥B¤ß´¼ªº·Ó¤ùÅܱo¤ñ¸ûÁ஡C
"Base to yellow," David ordered, the reflection of the visual
glimmering off his glasses. "And round up the squads." / "
¥H¶À¦â§@°ò¦¨ì ",¤j½ÃÂI,¦b¥Lªº²´Ãè¥~ªºµøıµo·L¥úªº¤Ï¬M¡C " ¦Ó¥B¶êªº´£°ª¤p¶¤".
"Yes, sir," the first agent replied, and around him his people
jumped into action. / "¬Oªº,¥ý¥Í",²Ä¤@Ó¥N²z¤HµªÂСA¦Ó¥B¦b¥L©P³ò¥Lªº¥Á±Ú¶i¤J¦æ°Ê¤§¤º¸õÅD¡C
Awareness came back in a frozen snap, and instantly Jay had the entire
space under focus the moment he opened his eyes. Both arms and his back
were warm with mellow, tolerable pain under the clamp of the men holding
him up. The space in the humming mecha cruiser was huge, ceilings high
and catwalk lined. Ostensibly decorated, rich trappings decked with the
Gallactor insignia hung from military iron. There were two men on each
side, weapons aimed at his chest. Three more were in front. He could feel
the tense air of more behind his back on the ground and lining the catwalks.
Another pair guarded behind the low-slung dais in front of him. And on
that dais, seated in a relaxed and unfearing cross-legged posture, wide
open and practically defenseless from the front, the robed and hooded
figure laughed softly as though he knew Jay could pounce and cut his throat
in less than a second if he wanted to, but also knowing that he wouldn¡¦t.
/ ı¹î¦b§Ná¤jÁn¥w½|¤¤¦^¨Ó¡A¦Ó¥B¥ß§Y¦a³¾¦³¤F¦bµJÂI¤U±ªº¾ãӪŶ¡¥L¥´¶}¤F¥Lªº²´·ú¤ù¨è¡C ¤âÁu©M¥LªºI³¡¹ï¦b¦V¤W®»¦í¥Lªº¨k¤HÁ³µ·¹X¤U±ªº¦¨¼ô¤S¥i®e§ÔªºµhW·P¨ì·Å·x¡C
¶ä¶ä¥s mecha ¨µ¬vÄ¥ªºªÅ¶¡¬O·¥¤jªº,¤ÑªáªO°ª«×©M¯U¤p¨i¹D±Æ¦¨¤@¦æ¡C ªí±¤W¥Î±qx¨ÆÅK³Q¦Qªº Gallactor ¾±³¹¸Ë¹¢ , ´I¦³ªº³´ÂZ¸Ë¹¢¡C
¦³¦b¨CÃä¤Wªº¤G¦ì¨k¤H,ªZ¾¹ºË·Ç¥Lªº¯Ý¡C ¥t¥~¤TÓ¬O¦b«e±¤¤¡C ¥L¥i¥H·Pı§ó¦h«á±ªº³¡¤Àºò±iªÅ®ð¥Lªº¦V«á¦a¦b¦a±©MŨ¸Ì¯U¤p¨i¹D¤W¡C ¥tÂù¦b¥L¤§«e³Q§ëÂY»Oªº§C«á±«O½Ã¡C
¦Ó¥B¦b¨º¤@Ó»O¤W, §¤¦b¤@©ñÃP¦Ó¥B¤£®`©È½LµÛ»Lªº«º¶Õ¡A¼sªxªº¤½¶}©M¹ê»ÚµL¨¾³Æ±q«e±¡A³Q¬ïµÛªø³T¦Ó¥B¸n¤Wªº¼Æ¦r¬X©M¦a¯º¡A¦n¹³¥L»{ÃÑ¡A¦pªG¥L·Qn¡A³¾¦b¤p©ó¬í¤º·|Å̦í¦Ó¥B´î§C¥Lªº«|³ï¨ì,
¦ý¬O¤]³Õ¾Çªº¥L¤£·|¡C
"I apologize for interrupting your commute earlier," the hooded
figure spoke, smug humor in the low and sweetly complacent voice. "Do
forgive us." / " §Ú¥´Â_§Aªº¦¨Ç®Éԥ洫¹Dºp ,",³Q¸n¤Wªº¼Æ¦r»¡,®Ñ§b¤l¦b§CÂI©M²¢¬üº¡¨¬ªºÁnµ¤¤ªï¦X¡C
" ½T¹êì½Ì§ÚÌ " ¡C
Beside him, the troopers loosened their hold and slowly backed away. Jay
watched them retreat from the corners of his eyes, slowly relaxing, his
muscles winding down from the tension of their grip. Then bleak, tired,
exasperation. The connection had already been made long before, by Gallactor¡¦s
discovery of that long empty grave beside his parents¡¦, and he secretly
knew that it had only been a matter of time. "What does Gallactor
want with a racer like me?" / ¦b¥L®ÇÃä¡AÃM§L©ñÃP¤F¥L̪º§â´¤¨Ã¥BºCºC¦a°hÁY¡C ³¾±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨¬Ý¥L̺M°h,ºCºC¦a©ñÃP,¥Lªº±q¥L̪ººò´¤ºò±i°±¤îªº¦Ù¦×¡C
µM«á¿½·æªº¡M¯h²Öªº,´o«ã¡C ³s±µ¤w¸g³Q¦b¥H«e³Q°µªø, ³Q Gallactor's ªº¦b¥L¤÷¥À®ÇÃ䪺¨ºÓªøªºªÅ¹Ó¥Þªºµo²{,¦Ó¥B¥L·t¤¤ª¾¹D¥¦¤w¸g³Q¥u¦³¬O¤@Ӯɶ¡ªº¨Æ¥ó¡C
" Gallactor ¥Î¹³§Ú¤@¼Ëªº¤@Ó°ÑÁɪ̷Qn¤°»ò "?
"Racer?" the figure chuckled. "Mr. Randall, you haven¡¦t
enjoyed a single race with your old team at Busch International since
two years ago." And around him the cruiser¡¦s interior echoed with
the laughter of the troopers surrounding him, the shareholders of some
secret and undelivered punchline. / " °ÑÁÉªÌ "? ¼Æ¦r¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C "Äõ¼wº¸¥ý¥Í,
§A¨S¦³©M Busch ªº§A¦Ñ¤p²Õ¨É¨ü¤@Ó¤ñÁÉ°ê»Úªº¦Û±q¤G¦~¥H«e". ¦Ó¥B¦b¥L©P³ò¨µ¬vÄ¥ªº¤º³¡¥H³ò¶µÛ¥LªºÃM§L¯º¡A¤@¨Ç¯µ±KªºªÑªFÀHÁnªþ©M¦Ó¥B¥¼»¼°e¤F
punchline ¡C
"I¡¦m retired," Jay replied dryly. / " §Ú³Q°h¥ð ",³¾§N²H¦aµªÂСC
The figure nodded slowly, understandingly. "Hmm, indeed. Nonetheless,
information has come to our organization that you¡¦re also the very much
active G-Forcer second. Is that true?" / ¼Æ¦rÂIÀY±oºCºC,²z¸Ñ¡C "Hmm,ªº½T¡C
µM¦Ó¡A¸ê®Æ¤w¸g±o¨ì§A¤]¬O«D±`¿n·¥ªº G ªº§Ú̲Õ´- Forcer ¬í¡C ¨º¬O¯u¹êªº¶Ü?"
Jay himself laughed in mild amazement. "I¡¦m who?" / ³¾¥L¦Û¤v¦b·Å©MªºÅå´j¤¤¯º¡C
" §Ú¬O½Ö"?
The figure leaned back, and Jay felt a dozen weapons suddenly shift closer.
"One who has hurt us terribly," the figure continued in a low
and sharpening growl. "In short, one who can be counted among the
combat specialists¡¦ pedigree of the Earth Defense Command. One, who- shall
we say, has announced himself among some called ¡¥allies of justice¡¦."
He blew the notion off with a bored wave of his hand. "So to speak."
/ ¼Æ¦r¦V«á¦aʾa¡A¦Ó¥B³¾Åܱo¤ñ¸û¾aªñ¡C " ¤H¤w¸g¥i©È¦a¶Ë®`§ÚÌ", ¼Æ¦r¦b¤@Ó§CÂI¤¤Ä~Äò¦Ó¥B¨Ï§pÁn¦y¾U¡C "²¦Ó¨¥¤§,
¤H¯à¦b¾Ô°«±M®aªº¦a²y¨¾½Ã«ü¥Oªº¨tÃФ§¤¤³Qpºâ¡C ¤@,- ±N§ÚÌ»¡,¤w¸g¦b¤@¨Ç¤§¤¤«Å§G¥L¦Û¤v¥s°µ¥¿¸qªº¡¥·ù¤Í'."¥L¥H¥Lªº¤â¤@ÓµL½ìªi®ö§âÆ[©À§j¨«¡C
" ¥i¥H»¡ ".
The officer who¡¦d confronted him in the wreckage of the car moved in closer,
his rifle held even with Jay¡¦s stomach. A captain, Jay noted, giving him
a quick look of knowing appraisal. The captain jerked to a stop at Jay¡¦s
notice, wariness heightening, the muscles in his face hard and tight.
/ ©xû who'd ¦b¨T¨®ªº´Ý¾l¤¤±¹ï¥L·h¶i¤ñ¸û¾aªñªº,¥L¨ÓºÖºj¬Æ¦Ü©M³¾ªºG®³µÛ¡C ¤@¦ì²îªø , ³¾ª`·N,µ¹¥L³Õ¾Çµû»ùªº§Ö¯«±¡¡C ²îªø¥H³¾ªºª`·N¡Aª`·N¥[±jµjÅ˨ì¤@Ó°±¤î,
¥¿¹ïµÛÃøªº©Mºò¦Ù¦×¡C
Jay shifted his gaze back to the figure under the hood. "And you¡¦re
saying I remind you of him?" He suddenly brightened, frankly flattered,
and nearly every man around him fairly balked at his sudden amusement.
"I¡¦m honored!" / ³¾§â¥Lªºª`µø§ïÅܦ^¦bÀY¤y¤U±ªº¼Æ¦r¡C " ¦Ó¥B§A¥¿¦b»¡§Ú¨Ï§A·Q°_¥L "?
¥L¬ðµMÅÜ«G,©Z¥Õ¦a¹L¥÷¸ØÆg¡A¦Ó¥B´X¥G¨CÓ¨k¤H¦b¥L©P³ò¤½¥¦a¦b¥Lªº¬ðµM®T¼Öªý¤î¡C " §Ú³Q´L·q "!
The figure leaned down from the dais again, eyeing him closely. "Be
that as it may," he spoke slowly, every word a borderline death sentence.
"The reason for this little talk, is that I want you to tell me the
identities of all the other members of your G-Force squad." / ¼Æ¦r¦A¤@¦¸±q»Oʾa¤U¨Ó,ÄY±K¦aª`·N¥L¡C
" ¬O·í°µ¥¦¥i¯à",¥L»¡±oºCºC, ¨CÓ¦r¤@ÓÃä¬Éªº¦º¦D¡C " ¤p½Í¸Üªº²z¥Ñ,¬O§Ú·Qn§A§i¶D§Ú©Ò¦³§Aªº G- ¤O¶qªº¤p¶¤¨ä¥L¦¨ûªº¨¥÷
" ¡C
He slid one hand under the draped hood, slowly pulling it back. The light
in the space caught the deepness of the fabric underneath and made it
glow like dying light over poisoned air. / ¥L·Æ°Ê¤F¦b³Q¥Î¥¬Ã®Âл\ªºÀY¤y¤U±ªº¤@°¦¤â,ºCºC¦a§â¥¦©Ô¦^¨Ó¡C
ªÅ¶¡ªº¥ú¦b¤U±®·®»Â´ª«ªº²`¨Ã¥B¨Ï¥¦µo¬õ¥ú¦PÃþ¦º¤`¦b¬r®`ªºªÅ®ð¤Wªº¥ú¡C
"What do you think of that, Mr. Randall?" / "§Aı±o¨º¦p¦ó,Äõ¼wº¸¥ý¥Í"?
The figure¡¦s low laughter echoed through the air at Jay like a damnation,
as the cloth of the hood was tossed and pooled at the foot of the dais
into a limp puddle. With the sight of the Gallactor warlord came the memory
of all the blood that had blown out of his mother¡¦s belly before she collapsed
onto the patio table; thirteen years before but wide and brilliant behind
Jay¡¦s flaming eyes as though it had happened yesterday, that morning,
that instant; that bright red spray all over her breakfast china, the
explosive splatter out of the back of his father. / ¼Æ¦rªº§C¯ºÀHÁnªþ©M¹L , ¦b³¾ªºªÅ®ð³ßÅw¤@Ó«DÃø,
¦]¬°ÀY¤yªº¥¬®Æ³Q¶i¤J¬X³nªº¤ô¦À¤§¤º¦b»O¤U¤è§ëÂY¦Ó¥B§iµo¡C ¦b¦o˶ò¦b®x°|¤§¤W®à¤l¤§«e , »P Gallactor x»Öªºµø¤O¨Ó©Ò¦³ªº¤w¸g¥Lªº¥À¿Ë¸¡§jº¶ªº¦å°O¾Ð;
¤Q¤T¦~¥H«e¦ý¬O¼eªº©MÀéÄꪺ¦b³¾¿U¿Nªº²´·ú«á±¦n¹³¨º¤Ñ¦±á¥¦¬Q¤Ñ¤w¸gµo¥Í,¨º¥ß§Y; ¨º¤@Ó¤j¬õ¦â¨ì³B¼QÅx¦oªº¦À\ºÏ¾¹,±q¥Lªº¤÷¿ËI±ªº©öÃzµoªº¸Âq¡C
And the orange blast of fire that sent him grinding broken and burned
into the sand. / ¦Ó¥B§â¶i¤J¨F¤l¤§¤º³Q¥´¯}¦Ó¥B¿U¿Nªº¬ã¿i¬£»ºµ¹¤F¥Lªº¤õ¾ï¦â¯e·¡C
"Katse." Jay hissed. / " Katse". ³¾µo¥X¼NÁn¡C
Berg Katse grinned under the cover of the mask. "Jason Randall, second
of the infamous G-Force squad. You¡¦re some piece of work. Squad hotshot
and kamikaze with more balls than the entire EDC Beta Specialist Squads
combined. But you might die, right here, just like that, with a single
word from me. Well?" / ¦B¤s Katse ¦b°²±¨ãªº±»Å@¤§¤UÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C "³Ç¥ÍÄõ¼wº¸,µL®¢ªº G-
¤O¶qªº¤p¶¤¬í¡C §A¬O¤@¨Ç¤u§@¡C ¤p¶¤³fª«§Ö¨®©M¯«·¶¤¶¤û¥Ñ©ó§ó¦hªº²y¶W¹L¾ãÓªº EDC ¨©¥¦±M®a¤p¶¤Áp¦X¡C ¦ý¬O§A¥i¯à¦º,´N¦b³o¸Ì, ¶È¶È³ßÅw¨º,ÂǥѨӦۧڪº¤@Ó¦r¡C
¦nªº?"
"Well what?" Jay growled. / " ´é¥X¤°»ò"? ³¾«ã§p¡C
Berg Katse cackled delightedly, rising from the dais and approaching the
captured G-Forcer. "Aren¡¦t you scared?" / ¦B¤s Katse °ª¿³¦a«£«£¦a¥s,±q»O¤É°_¦Ó¥B±µªñ³Q®·Àòªº
G-Forcer ¡C " §A¨S³QÅåÀ~"?
Jay¡¦s dark and lethal smile paused Katse at the foot of the dais. "Take
your mask off, and let¡¦s see if you¡¦re as scared as you think I should
be." / ³¾ªº¶Â·t©MP©Rªº·L¯º¦b»O¤U¤è¼È°± Katse ¡C " ²æ±¼§Aªº°²±¨ã, ¦Ó¥BÅý§Ú̬ݬݬO§_§A¬O¦P¼Ë¦aÅåÀ~·í§A»{¬°§ÚÀ³¸Ó¬O
" ¡C
The warlord actually froze, and under the mask his skin tightened into
an animal sneer. The captain strode forward, swinging his rifle¡¦s muzzle
up even with Jay¡¦s chest. "Bastard! That¡¦s no way to talk to Lord
Katse!" He shouldered the weapon in direct emphasis of the offense
and aimed directly at the side of Jay¡¦s head. "Apologize!" /
x»Ö¹ê»Ú¤Wáµ², ©M¦b¥Lªº¥Ö½§¶i¤J¤@Ӱʪ«§N¯º¤§¤º°Çºòªº°²±¨ã¤§¤U¡C ²îªø¦V«e¦aÁÚ¤j¨B¨«,¥H³¾ªº¯Ý¦V¤W¬Æ¦Ü·nÂ\¥Lªº¨ÓºÖºjªº°Êª«¤§»ó¤f¡C "¨p¥Í¤l!
¨º¤£¬O¤èªk©M Katse ¤½Àﻡ¸Ü!"¥LªÓt¤F¥Ç¸oªºª½±µ±j½ÕªºªZ¾¹¨Ã¥Bª½±µ¦aºË·Ç³¾ªºÀYÃä¡C " ¹Dºp "!
Jay turned his head towards the captain, and his eyes narrowed into glacial
chips at the sight of him. His expression shifted from simple fury into
something colder than wrath; black, calculating, and deadly. / ³¾Âà¦V¤F¹ï©ó²îªøªº¥LÀY¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº²´·ú¤@¬Ý¨£¥L¶i¤J¦BªºÁ¡¤ù¤§¤ºÁY¤p¡C
¥Lªºªí¹F¶W¹L¼««ã±q²³æªº¼««ã¨ì´H§NªºªF¦è§ïÅÜ; ¶Â¦âªº,pºâ, ©MP©Rªº¡C
The captain¡¦s hand under the action of the rifle trembled, just enough
so that they could both hear it softly rattle. Fear- just a flitting blink
of uncertainty hounded by returning and hardening anger at that moment
of indecisiveness- flashed through his own eyes. / ¦b³Q¾Ô·Xªº¨ÓºÖºjªº¦æ°Ê¤§¤Uªº²îªø¤â,
¶È¶È¨¬°÷¥H«K¥L̨âÓ¥i¥H¬X©M¦aÅ¥¨ì¥¦Åå·W¥¢±¹¡C ®£Äß- ¥u¬O¤@°¿¦a¸¦bÂǥѦb¨º¤ù¨èªº«D¨M©w©ÊÂkÁÙ¦Ó¥BÅܵw©Á«ã³Q±aÂy¤ü¬¼Âyªº¤£½T©w¯w²´-°{²{¹L¥L¦Û¤vªº²´·ú¡C
"Back off, little boy," he heard the G-Forcer in a low and savage
growl. / " ¤ä«ù»·¤S¤p¨k«Ä ",¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F G-¤@Ó§Cªº©M¤ÑµMªº§pÁn Forcer¡C
Berg Katse raised his hand at his officer. "That¡¦s enough. I don¡¦t
want him dead." He grinned maliciously. "Not just yet."
/ ¦B¤s Katse Á|°_¤F¦b¥Lªº©xû¥L¤â¡C "¨º¬O¥R¨¬¡C §Ú§¹¥þ¦a¤£·Qn¥L¡C"¥LÃh´c·N¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C " ¤£¶È¶È¤´µM".
The Gallactor warlord fearlessly stepped into the range of the G-Forcer,
resting his hand on the barrel of his officer¡¦s weapon and easing it down.
The captain¡¦s face was waxed with rage, but he obediently stepped back,
eyes fixed on their captive. Berg Katse thoughtfully circled Jay, appraising
his tightened form. "I might let you live, but only if you tell me
the identities of the other four." / Gallactor x»Ö¤jÁx¦a¶i¤J G-Forcer ªº½d³ò¤§¤º½ñ,¥ð®§¦b¥Lªº©xûªZ¾¹ªº±í¤W¥L¤â¦Ó¥B§â¥¦½w©M¤U¨Ó¡C
Áy»P¼««ã¤@°_Åܤjªº²îªø,¦ý¬O¥LªA±q¦a¦V«á¦a½ñ,²´·ú¦b¥L̪º«R¸¸¨¤Wײz¡C ¦B¤s Katse ²`«ä¦a¥]³ò¤F³¾,µû»ù¥Lªº°Çºò§Î¦¡¡C "
§Ú¥i¯àÅý§A©~¦í,¦ý¬O¥u¦³·í¦pªG§A§i¶D§Ú¥t¥~¥|ªº¨¥÷ " ¡C
The request had been expected, but hearing it still startled the G-Forcer.
Berg Katse sensed it, and moved away to face him from the foot of the
dais. "Well? It¡¦s that simple...tell me who the other members are,
and I¡¦ll spare your life and yours alone." / ½Ð¨D¤w¸g³Q´Á±æ, ¦ý¬OÅ¥¥¦¤´µM¾_Åå G-Forcer
¡C ¦B¤s Katse ·Pı¤F¥¦, ¦Ó¥B²¾¶}±q»Oªº¸}±¹ï¥L¡C "´é¥X? ¯u¬O¨º»ò²³æ¡C¡C¡C§i¶D§Ú½Ö¨ä¥L¦¨û¬O¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú±N¼e®¤§Aªº¥Í¬¡©M§Aªº©t¿W¡C"
Another hard bite of pain raced down his back, and with it Kelley Takahashi¡¦s
memory rode shotgun. Then Key, just a lump sitting on her grave for hours
on end. She¡¦d succeeded, hadn¡¦t she? Carried that Gallactor assassin along
with her, and that nameless and searching thing burrowed deep in her body
and mind. She¡¦d taken it past Jun, past Mareccu, past Key. All the way
to the harbors off the Embarcadero, where she took her own life to escape
it. She¡¦d saved them all from whatever it was, and he could tell by the
honest sincerity in the manner of the Gallactor warlord. It could only
mean that whatever it was that held Katse¡¦s leash, that same thing that
had taken Kelley, genuinely didn¡¦t know. None of them knew. / ¥t¥~µhWªºÃø«r¤ñÁɤU¨Ó¥LªºI³¡,
©M¥Ñ©ó¥¦°O¾ÐÃM´²¼uÂyºjªº³ÍµÜ Takahashi's¡C µM«á½Õµ, ¥u¬O¦b¦oªº¹Ó¥Þ¤Wªº¸~¶ô§¤¼Æ¤p®É³sÄò¡C ¦o¦³¦¨¥\,¤£¬O¶Ü? ³s¦P¦o¤@°_Äâ±a¤F¨º¤@Ó
Gallactor ·t±þªÌ¡A¦Ó¥B¨º¥óµL¦Wªº©M·j¯Áªº¨Æª«¦b¦oªº¨Åé©M¤ß¤¤²`¤J¦a±¸¬}¥Þ¡C ¦o¤w¸g®³¥¦¹L¥h¤»¤ë,¶V¹L Mareccu,¶V¹LÆ_°Í¡C
¦b Embarcadero ¥~ªº©Ò¦³¸ô´ä,¦b¦o®³¤F¦o¦Û¤vªº¥Í¬¡°k²æ¥¦ªº¦a¤è¡C ¦o¦³±q¤£½×¤°»ò¸Ñ±Ï¤F¥LÌ¥þ³¡ , ¥¦¬O¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥i¥H¥H Gallactor
x»Öªº¤èªkÂǵ۸۹ꪺ¸Û¹ê§i¶D¡C ¥¦¥u¥i¥H·N¿×¡AµL½×¥¦¬O¨º¤°»ò®³µÛ¤F Katse's ªº®êª¯ÀV¤§¥Ö±a¡A¨º¤@¥ó¤w¸g±a³ÍµÜªº¬Û¦P¨Æª«,¯u¥¿¦a¨S¦³ª¾¹D¡C
¥L̨S¦³¤@Óª¾¹D¡C
And now they had him. / ¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥L̦³¤F¥L¡C
For the first time, real fear shimmered through his whipcorded nerves.
/ ²Ä¤@¦¸¡A¯u¥¿ªº®£Äßµo°{Ã{¤§¥ú¹L¥Lªº whipcorded ¯«¸g¡C
The G-Forcer¡¦s shoulders suddenly sagged, and Berg Katse leaned forward,
expectantly, eager to hear his response, gleefully drinking in his saddened
resignation. / G- Forcer's ªºªÓ¬ðµM¤U««¡A¦Ó¥B¦B¤s Katse ¦V«e¦aʾa,¹w´Á¦a, ¼ö¤ßªºÅ¥¨ì¥Lªº¦^À³,´r§Ö¦a¦b¥LªºÃã¾´d¶Ë¤¤³Ü¡C
"All right," Jay whispered, wincing in sudden pain, a growing
starburst erupting behind his temples. / " ¦nªº ",³¾¦Õ»y,¦b¬ðµMªºµhW¤¤¬ÈÁY,¦b¥Lªº¦x¼q«á±Ãzµoªº¦¨ªø
starburst¡C
Berg Katse moved close. "A little louder, please. I want to hear
you loud and clear, so there won¡¦t be any mistake." / ¦B¤s Katse ±µªñ¦a²¾°Ê¡C
"µy·L§ó°ªÁn¦a,½Ð¡C §Ú·QnÅ¥¨ì§A¤jÁnªº©M²M·¡ªº, ¦]¦¹±N¨S¦³¥ô¦óªº¿ù»~¡C"
No innocent girls like last time? Rage boiled up. Jay straightened up
to the warlord, ignoring the warning flow from his hardwiring. Like the
intimacy that one has with old wounds and long-carried pain, Jay knew
another occurrence was close again, and that he didn¡¦t have much time.
/ ¨S¦³¤@¼ËªºµL¸o¤k«Ä¤W¦¸? ¼««ãµNªm¦b¤W±¡C ³¾§Ëª½¥Ñx»Ö¨M©w,¤£²z¸B¨Ó¦Û¥Lªº hardwiring ªºÄµ§i¬yµ{¡C ³ßÅw¤@¥Hªº³Ð¶Ë©Mªø-
³Q¹BªºµhW¦³ªº¿Ë±K,³¾ª¾¹D¡A¥tµo¥Í¦A¤@¦¸¬Oµ²§ô,¦Ó¥B¥L¨S¦³«Ü¦hªº®É¶¡¡C
"Listen up," he spoke clearly. "The true identities of
G-Force..." He trailed off, faintly shaking his head at the dawning
absurdity of it all. Even if it were ordinary folks who were innocently
asking the same question out of curiosity, there was no way his people
could be summed up by names alone. There was no title to the strength
they shared together, something that had evolved far past duty¡¦s bond
to beyond family...their helmsman Robert Harper¡¦s easy and laid-back charm,
their commander Mareccu Dumeneau¡¦s raw nobility. Grief moved through his
heart over Key Akihiro¡¦s suddenly evaporated clownish exuberance. All
the sweetness he¡¦d ever known since fourteen and his parents¡¦ murders,
wrapped up in Jun Himuro¡¦s demure smile. "What can I say? They¡¦re
all brave, good people." / " Å¥¦b"¤W±,¥L²M·¡¦a»¡¡C "G ªº¯u¹ê¨¥÷-¤O¶q¡C¡C¡C"¥L¨«¶}°lÂÜ,·L®z¦a¥þ³¡¦b¥¦ªº¾å¯îÂÕ·nÀY¡C
§Y¨Ï¥¦¬OµL¸o¦a¬O¦n©_¤ßªºÁܬۦPªº°ÝÃD¥X¥hªº¥±`¤HÌ,¨S¦³¥Lªº¥Á±Ú¥i¯à³Q¦W¦rÁ`µ²©t¿Wªº¤èªk¡C ¨S¦³¹ï¥L̤@°_¤À¨Éªº¤O¶q¦WºÙ, ¤w¸g¶V¹L³d¥ôªº§ô¿£»»»·¦a¶i®iªº¬Y¨Æ¨ì¶W¹L®a®x¡C¡C¡C¥L̪º²ë¤âù«k¯S
Harper's ªº®e©ö©M©ñÃPªº¦N²»ª«,¥L̪º«ü´§©x Mareccu Dumeneau's ªº¥Í¶Q±Ú¡C ¶Ëµh¬ðµM²¾°Ê¹L¦bÃöÁ䪺 Akihiro's
¤Wªº¥L¤ß»]µo·Æ½]ªºZ²±¡C ©Ò¦³ªº²¢¹¥L´¿¸g¤w¸gª¾¹D¦Û±q¤Q¥|¥H«á¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¤÷¥À¿Ñ±þ,¦b¤»¤ë Himuro's ªº¸Ë¦¨ºÝ²øªº·L¯º¤¤¬ï±o·x©M¡C "§Ú¯à»¡¤°»ò?
¥L̬O¥þ³¡«i´±¤S¦nªº¤H¡C"
Oh God, Marc I don¡¦t know if I can get out of this one- / ®@¤W«Ò , °¨¥i¬O§_§Ú¯àÂ÷¶}³o¤@Ó¡A§Ú¤£ª¾¹D-
"And?" Berg Katse spoke, impatient to hear names. / " ¦Ó¥B
"? ¦B¤s Katse »¡, ¤£@·ÐÅ¥¨ì¦W¦r¡C
The G-Forcer turned on him then, whipping around low and viciously fast
before a single man could react, and smashed his right fist full into
Katse¡¦s face. The warlord collapsed like a poleaxed steer, and Jay spun
around to take the rest with him. / G-Forcer µM«á¥´¶}¥L,¦b¤@Ó¨k¤H¥i¥H¤ÏÀ³, ¦Ó¥B¯»¸H¥Lªº¥¿½T®±ÀY¥þ³¡¶i
Katse's ªºÁy¤§¤º¤§«e , Ã@¥´¦bªþªñ§C¤U¦a©M¨¸´c¦aÂN§Ù¡C x»Ö˶ò poleaxed ¤Þ¾Éªº¦PÃþ¡A¦Ó¥B³¾¦bªþªñ§Ö³t±ÛÂà©M¥L±Ä¨ú¨ä¾lªÌ¡C
He dropped down low and felt the first two volleys pass so close to his
head the rush of air fluttered his hair. The first trooper in focus charged
forward to retake him captive and died for his mistake when Jay kicked
him in the face hard enough to splinter his nose and both cheekbones into
dust. Another behind, and in an almost impulse reaction Jay slammed his
elbow into the trooper¡¦s chest, taking the young Gallactor by the neck
as he crumpled over and slammed him onto the ground, wrenching one arm
back. He heard the trooper¡¦s shoulder dislocate with a wet pop, followed
instantly by the shatter of his collarbone. Far above, more fired on him
and smashed the body of the wounded man to shreds. Jay leaped out of range
in a lunging jump, taking a dropped rifle with him. He moved so fast the
shooters around and above missed him by just a millisecond, a snap of
time that was enough for him to dive into a darkened corner out of short
range, and there he swung the rifle up and quickly sniped every spotlight
and mounted motion sensor he could find. The enclosure plunged into darkness.
/ ¥L¦bªÅ®ðªº¥^«PÂ\°Ê¤F¥LªºÀY¾v¥LÀYªºªþªñ§C¤U¦a°§C¤U¨Ó¦Ó¥B¦p¦¹·Pı³Ìªì¤GÓ»ô®g³~®|¡C ·í³¾½ð¥L¦bÁy¤¤Ãøªº¥R¨¬¼A¶}¥Lªº»ó¤l©M¨âªÌªºÀU°©¶i¦Ç¹Ð¤§¤ºªº®ÉÔ¡AµJÂIªº²Ä¤@ÓÃM§L¦V«e¦a«ü±±¦A¨ú¥L«R¸¸¦Ó¥B¬°¥Lªº¿ù»~¦º¡C
¥t¤@ӫᱪº³¡¤À, ©M¦b¤@´X¥G±À°Ê³Q²rµMÃö¤W¥Lªº¤â¨y¶iÃM§Lªº¯Ý¤§¤ºªº¤ÏÀ³³¾, Âǵ۲ä¤l±a¦~»´ Gallactor ·í¥L§Ë½K¤§®É¦b¦Ó¥B¤§¤W¦b¦a±¤§¤W²rµMÃö¤W¤F¥L,§â¤@°¦¤âÁu²r§á¦^¨Ó¡C
¥LÅ¥¨ì¤FªÓ¥HÀ㪺¬y¦æ¼Ö¦±²æ¦ÝªºÃM§L,ÂǥѥLªºÂê°©¸H¤ù¥ß§Y¦a¸òÀH¡C »·ªº¤W¤è,¦h¦b¥L¨¤WÂI¿U¨Ã¥B¯»¸H¤F¹ï¸H¤ùªº¨ü¶Ë¨k¤Hªº¨Åé¡C ³¾¸õÅDÂ÷¤@¦¸ªÍ¸õÅDªº½d³ò,©M¥L±a¤@§â³Q°§Cªº¨ÓºÖºj¡C
¥L¦bªþªñ²¾°Ê¦p¦¹ªº§Ö³t®g¤â¡A¦Ó¥B¤W¤èÂǵۥu¬O²@¬í·Q©À¥L, ¥R¨¬ªº®É¶¡¤jÁn¥w½|Åý¥L±qµu½d³ò¸õ¤J¤@Ó³Q§Ë·tªº¨¤¸¨, ©M¨º¸Ì¥L·nÂ\¨ÓºÖºj´£°ª¨Ã¥B«Ü§Ö¦a°ÅÂ_¤F¨CÓµJÂI¦Ó¥B®i¶}¤F¥L¥i¥Hµo²{ªº¹B°Ê·PÀ³¾¹¡C
ªþ¥ó¬ðµM¶}©l¶Â·t¡C
Then silence. All the captain could hear around him was the frightened
breathing of his men, and the occasional creak of a weapon sling¡¦s leather
as they continually turned back and forth to sweep-cover the area. / µM«á¦wÀR¡C
©Ò¦³ªº²îªø¥i¥H¦bªþªñÅ¥¨ì , ¥L¬O¥Lªº¨k¤H³QÅåÀ~ªº©I§l, ©MªZ¾¹§ë¥Û¾¹ªº¥Ö²°¸µMÁÓªîÁn·í¥L̤£Â_¦a§é¦^©M©¹«e±½°£-²[»\°Ï°ì¡C
The captain held the remainder of his men back with one upheld cautioning
hand, slowly circling the expanse with his weapon down to kidney level,
ready to cut his adversary in half. The G-Forcer was close, invisible
in the darkness. "Where are you..." the captain whispered in
a low growl, as two more troopers accompanied him, covering his back.
/ ²îªø§«Ãª¥Lªº¨k¤H³Ñ¾lªÌ¥Ñ©ó¤@ºû«ùĵ§i¤â,ºCºC¦a¥Î¹ïµÇ¤ô·Ç¬O¦V¤Uªº¥LªZ¾¹¥]³ò¼eÁ諸°Ï°ì,¹w³Æ§â¥Lªº¼Ä¤â´î§C¦¨¤@¥b¡C G-Forcer ¦b¶Â·t¤è±¬O±µªñªº,
¬Ý¤£¨£ªº¡C " ¦bþ¸Ì¬O§A¡C¡C¡C"²îªø¦b¤@Ó§Cªº§pÁn¤¤¦Õ»y, ¦]¬°¥t¥~¤GÓÃM§L³¦ñ¤F¥L,¥]§tªº¥LI³¡¡C
From the corner of his eye he saw one of them suddenly shiver, his eyes
wide and rolling, as though a ghost had appeared before him, made eye
contact, and smiled hello. / ±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨¥L¬ðµM¨£¨ì¥L̪º¨ä¤¤¤§¤@¥´Å¸,¼eªº¥L²´·ú©M±ÛÂà,¦n¹³¤@Ó°¤w¸g¦b¥L¤§«e¥X²{,¨Ï²´·ú¦¨¬°³sµ¸,
¦Ó¥B·L¯º¤F«¢Åo¡C
With a haunted moan the trooper convulsed and dropped to the ground. Blood
dotted steel shone from under his jaw. / ÂǥѤ@Án³Q±`¨ìªº©D§uÃM§L¹ï¦a±¨Ï¾_°Ê¦Ó¥B°§C¡C ¿ûªº¦³ÂI¦å·ÓÄ£±q¦b¥LªºÃE¤§¤U¡C
Every one of his men jumped, two steps from full panic. "Careful,"
the captain warned. "He¡¦s close." He pointed at a control panel
nearby, motioning at one of his men. "Try that one; get the lights
back on." / ¥Lªº³Q¸õÅDªº¨k¤H¤§¤¤ªº¨C¤@Ó,¨Ó¦Û¥þ³¡ªº¤GÓ¨BÆJÅå·W¡C " ¤p¤ßªº ",²îªøĵ§i¡C "
¥L¬O±µªñªº " ¡C ¥L¦bªþªñºË·Ç±±¨î»ö¿öªO,¦b¥Lªº¨k¤H¤§¤@¹B°Ê¡C "¸Õ¨º¤@Ó; §â¥ú±o¨ì¦^¨Ó¦b¤§¤W¡C"
Glad to get out of the G-Forcer¡¦s range, one of the troopers popped open
the panel and traced the keyboard with his fingers, looking for the right
one. In the urgency to get the lights back on he never checked his own
back. / °ª¿³ªºÂ÷¶} G- Forcer's ªº½d³ò,³Q¨ú¥XªºÃM§L¤§¤@¥Î¥Lªº¤â«ü¥´¶}»ö¿öªO¦Ó¥B°lÂܤFÁä½L,§ä´M¤@Ó¥¿½Tªº¡C ¦b¢¤Á©Ê¤è±¦b¥L¨¤W±q¤£§â¥ú±o¨ì¦^¨ÓÀˬd¤F¥L¦Û¤vªºI±¡C
He screamed, high and shrill, as the blade slipped deep under his ribs.
His knees instantly bucked and on the way down his rifle was torn from
his hands. The rest of the troopers whirled at the sound of his cry, and
strafed the wall with panicked gunfire for nearly a full minute. The captain
screamed at them to cease fire. / ¥L³Q¦y¥s,°ª«×©M¦y¾UªºÁnµ,¦p¤M¾W¦b¥Lªº¦Ø°©¤§¤U²`¤J¦a·ÆË¡C ¥Lªº½¥¥ß§Y¦a¹x±j¤Ï§Ü©M¦b³~¤¤åP¸¨¥Lªº¨ÓºÖºj±q¥Lªº¤â³Q¼¹¶}¡C
ÃM§Lªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¦b¥LªºúÁnÁnµ±ÛÂà, ©M strafed ¹ï©ó±Nªñ¾ãÓ¤ÀÄÁªº©M¨ÏºjÀ»®£·WªºÀð¾À¡C ²îªø¦b¥L̦y¥s°±¤î¤õ¡C
Every round punched into empty wallspace. Their target had already disappeared.
/ ¨C¤@¦^¦X¶i¤JªÅªº wallspace ¤§¤º¥H®±«À»¡C ¥L̪º¥Ø¼Ð¤w¸g®ø¥¢¤F¡C
"Over here!" a terrified lieutenant yelled, catching the movement
of darker shadow. / " ¹M¤Î³o¸Ì "! ¤@Ó¨üÅåÀ~ªº¤¤±L¤j¥s,¤Þ°_§ó¶Â·tªº¼v¹³¹B°Ê¡C
"Damn you, find the lights!" the captain bellowed, and another
punched the right buttons, rattled by his captain¡¦s shout. Instantly the
expanse was dappled by the light from the remaining floods, and the sudden
brightness nailed Jay¡¦s eyes like spikes. / "¶A©G§A,µo²{¥ú"! ²îªø«ã§q¡A¦Ó¥B¥t¥~¤@¥H®±«À»¤F¥¿½Tªº¶s¦©,
³Q¥Lªº²îªø©I³Û¹Ç¹ÇÅT¡C ¥ß§Y¦aÂǵۨӦ۳Ѿlªº¬x¤ô¥ú¼eÁ諸°Ï°ì¬O´³¯¾ªº¡A¦Ó¥B¬ðµMªº¥ú«G¥Î°v°v¨c¤F³¾ªº¹³ªø°vªº²´·ú¡C
The Gallactor lieutenant he¡¦d been about to kill spun around and caught
him, pouncing onto his back and wrestling him down onto the ground. But
before the lieutenant could maneuver his weight over the pinned G-Forcer
and hold him immobile, Jay managed to roll back up, his eyes squeezed
painfully shut against the hard halogen beams. Kinesthetics took over-
the lieutenant¡¦s weight and movement and the high electric air of his
fear was a digital broadcast to Jay¡¦s senses. He wrapped one leg around
the lieutenant¡¦s and threw him off-balance. The lieutenant¡¦s body shifted
aside just enough, open horror rushing over his face in the awareness
of his terrible mistake and what was going to happen next. He couldn¡¦t
recover in time. Breathtakingly swift, Jay scrambled up to his knees behind
the lieutenant and viciously snapped his neck, letting the man¡¦s body
slip dead through his hands, getting ready to leap back into shadow. /
¥L¦bªþªñ¤w¸g¥¿n±þ´¦¨ªº¨Ã¥B®·®»¤F¥Lªº Gallactor ¤¤±L,¦b¥LªºI³¡¤§¤WÅ̦í¦Ó¥B¦b¦a±¤§¤W§â¥LºL¨¤¤U¨Ó¡C ¦ý¬O¦b¤¤±L¤§«e¥i¥H½Õ»º¦b³Q¥Î°w§O¦íªº
G ¤Wªº¥L«¶q- Forcer ¦Ó¥B®»¦í¥L¤£°Êªº,³Q³]ªk¢¨Ï«á°hªº³¾´£°ª,¥Lªº²´·úµhW¦aºò´¤Ãö¤W¹ï§ÜÃøªº³¿¯À¥ú½u¡C ¦Ù¦×¹B°Êª¾Ä±ªº±µºÞ-¤¤±Lªº«¶q©M¹B°Ê©M¥Lªº®£Äß°ª¹q°ÊªÅ®ð¬O¹ï³¾ªº·Pı¼Æ¦ì¼s¼½¡C
¥L¦b¤¤±Lªº©P³ò¥]¸Ë¤@°¦»L¦Ó¥B¨«¶}¥á¥L-¥¿Å¡C ¤¤±Lªº³Q§ïÅܮǥնȶȥR¨¬¤S¶}©ñªºÅåÀb¦b¹ï¥Lªº¥i©È¿ù»~ªºª`·N¤¤¦b¥LªºÁy¤§¤W¶Ê«Pªº¨Åé©MµM«á±Nnµo¥Íªº¨Åé¡C
¥LµLªk¤Î®É«ì´_¡C Äà¤H¤ß¾z¨³³t,ª½¨ì¦b¤¤±L«á±ªº¥L½¥©M¨¸´c¦a³QÃk½t«rÂ_¥Lªº²ä¤l,¬ï¶VÅý¨k¤Hªº¨Åé·Æ¦º¥Lªº¤â, ·Ç³Æ¦n¸õÅDªð¦^¼v¹³ªº³¾¡C
"Catch him!" he heard Katse scream from somewhere up above,
and now the warning pain racing through his hardwiring was digging nails.
His vision suddenly dappled into gray. Swimming euphoria rolled over him
in black, nauseating waves. Too late to move, too late to escape. He could
barely inhale one panicked breath before the captain was over him, swinging
the butt of his rifle high. / " ®·®»¥L "! ¥L±q¬Y³B¦V¤Wªº¤W¤èÅ¥¨ì Katse ¦y¥s¡A¦Ó¥B²{¦bÁɶ]¹L¥Lªº
hardwiring ªºÄµ§iµhW¥¿¦b«õ°v¤l¡C ¶i¤J¦Ç¦â¤§¤ºªº¬ðµM´³¯¾ªº¥Lµø³¥¡C ´åªa³³¾K¦b¶Â¦â¤S§@¹Ãªºªi®ö¤¤¦b¥L¤§¤W±²¡C ¤Ó±ß²¾°Ê, ¤Ó±ß°k²æ¡C
¦b²îªø¬O¦b¥L¤§¤W¤§«e , ¥LµLªk§l¤J , ¤@¨Ï©I§l®£·W¤F,·nÂ\¥Lªº¨ÓºÖºjªº·ÏÀY°ª«×¡C
The captain brought the weapon down in a solid mauling swing across the
G-Forcer¡¦s back. Jay buckled down hard, new raking agony wailing up and
down his body. His scream from it echoed over the expanse inside the mecha,
and over him, Katse spat out the last of the blood in his mouth in open
contempt at his fallen captive. / ²îªø±a , ªZ¾¹¦b¤@ºØ¾î¹L¥´¶Ë·nÂ\ G- Forcer's ªºI±©TÅéåP¸¨¡C
³¾§V¤O¦a¦©ºò¤U¨Ó,¤W¤U¦a´d¹Ä¥Lªº¨Åé·s¦V²î§À·¥¤jªºµhW¡C ¨Ó¦Û¥¦ªº¥L¦y¥sÁn¦b mecha ¸Ì¦b¼eÁ諸°Ï°ì¤§¤WÀHÁnªþ©M¡A¦Ó¥B¦b¥L¤§¤W¡A Katse
¦b¥Lªº¼Z¸¨«R¸¸¦b¶}©ñªº»´µø¤è±»´¥´¥X¥Lªº¼L¦å³Ì«áªÌ¡C
Then the rest of the troopers were on top of Jay, beating him down, and
every blow was meant for pain-forcing him up, tossing him from one to
the next, every strike sending new white hot bolts squealing through his
head and body, driving the faintness back and denying him the sweet quiet
of unconsciousness. / µM«áÃM§Lªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À¦b³¾ªº³»ºÝ¤W,°§C¥L,¦Ó¥B¨C¥´À»¬°µhW³Q·N¿×-¦V¤W±j¢¥L, §ëÂY¥L±q¤@¨ì¤U¤@Ó¡A¥Õ¦âªº·s¨C½}¤u°e¼ö¦a¬¦íµo¥X¦y¾Uªº¥sÁn¹L¥LªºÀY©M¨Åé¡A¾r¾p·L®zI±¦Ó¥B§_»{¥LµL·NÃѪº²¢¦wÀR¡C
The captain delivered the last crushing blow, sending Jay collapsing to
the ground, and behind the panting and grinning captain Berg Katse approached,
cackling at the sight. "How¡¦s that ferocious spirit?" Katse
gloated, and the rest of his men echoed his glee. "Ready to name
the other four?" / ²îªø»¼°e¤F³Ì«áªº¥´¯}±o¤äÂ÷¯}¸Hªº¥´À»,¬£»º¹ï¦a±±Y¼ìªº³¾,¦Ó¥B¦b¨ºÓ³Ý®§«á±¦Ó¥BÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º²îªø¦B¤s
Katse ±µªñ,¦bµø¤O«£«£¦a¥s¡C " ¤¿²rªººë¯«¦n¶Ü "? Katse º¡¨¬¦a¬Ý¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lªº¨k¤H¨ä¾lªÌÀHÁnªþ©M¤F¥LªºÅw¼Ö¡C
" ¹w³Æ©R¦W¥t¥~¥| "?
Amusedly, Katse watched him instead try to get up. Jay managed to get
as far as his knees, before doubling over and sagging back down, defeated.
/ ´r§Ö¦a¡A Katse §ï¬°¬Ý¤F¥L¹Á¸Õ°_§É¡C ³¾³]ªk¹³¥Lªº½¥¤@¼Ëªº»»»·¦a±o¨ì, ¦b¥[¿¤§«e¦b¦Ó¥B¤U««¦V«á¦aåP¸¨¤§¤W,À»±Ñ¡C
Katse leaned forward, catching the hoarse whisper. "What was that?"
/ Katse ¦V«e¦aʾa,®·®»¨F°×ªº¦Õ»y¡C " ¨º¬O¤°»ò "?
Jay tried again, straightening up as far as he could before spinning queasiness
took over. The form in front of him was a churning sea of bloated plum
color, dead color. He couldn¡¦t stop shaking. / ¦A¤@¦¸¸ÕÅç¹Lªº³¾ , ÁBª½¦V¤W·í°µ»»»·¦a·í°µ¥L¥i¥H¦b¯¼Â´¤§«e´c¤ß±µºÞ¡C
§Î¦¡¦b¥L¤§«e¬OµoµÈ§õ¤lÃC¦âªºÅͨŮü¬v¡A¦ºªºÃC¦â¡C ¥LµLªk°±¤î·n°Ê¡C
"You just don¡¦t get it," he trembled. Sickening coils were twisting
inside his nerves, and he felt them numb one by one. "I¡¦m not going
to tell you a goddamned thing-" He slowly sank down, trying to hold
in a hoarse groan but not even able to manage that much because it hurt
so much. / " §A´N¬O¤£±o¨ì¥¦ ",¥L¾Ô·X¡C ¥O¤H§@¹Ãªº±²¬O§áÂ઺¤º³¡¥Lªº¯«¸g¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¤@ÂI¤§«e·Pı¥L̳¤쪺¡C
" §Ú¤£±N§i¶D§A¤@¥ó³Q°Q¹½ªº¨Æª«-"¥LºCºC¦a¨I¸¨¤U¨Ó, ¹Á¸Õ¦b¤@Án¨F°×ªº©D§u¤¤¤ä¼µ¦ý¬O¤£¬O¬Æ¦ÜÁo©ú³B²z¨º»ò¦h¦]¬°¥¦¶Ë®`³o»ò¦h¡C
Katse shook his head in solemn disappointment. "When all of your
squad is like you, what a pathetic sight that will be. I¡¦d hoped for better."
He sighed in dejection. / Katse ¦bÄYµÂªº¥¢±æ¤è±·nÀY¡C "·í§Aªº¥þ³¡¤p¶¤¹³§Aªº®ÉÔ,¯u¬O±N¬Oªº´d«sµø¤O¡C
§Ú¦³§Æ±æ§ó¦h¡C"¥L¦b¦Ç¤ß¤¤¼Û®§¡C
"No matter," Katse finished reflectively after a moment¡¦s thought.
"For all of the EDC it will be just a matter of time, no matter how
hard they fight us, for our work is almost finished. I¡¦ll just hold you
hostage at Cross Karocolm to stop your people in the meantime, in case
they¡¦re stupid enough to try." / ¨S¦³¨Æ¥ó,Katse ¤Ï®g¦a¦b¤ù¨èªº·Qªk¤§«á§¹¦¨¡C "´N¥þ³¡¦Ó¨¥
EDC ¥¦±N¥u¬O¤@Ӯɶ¡ªº¨Æ¥ó, µL½×¦p¦óÃøªº¥L̹ï§Ü§ÚÌ,¦]¬°§Ú̪º¤u§@´X¥G³Q§¹¦¨¡C §Ú±N¶È¶È®»¦í§A¦b¥æ¤eªº Karocolm ªº¤H½è¦b¦¹»Ú¤¤ªý¤î§Aªº¥Á±Ú,¥H¨¾¸U¤@¥LÌ°÷·MÄø¨Ó¸Õ¡C"
He motioned for the captain. "Take him." / ¥L¬°²îªø¹B°Ê¡C " ±a¥L
" ¡C
Jay's right arm, long numb, was being held by the Gallactor captain. The
captain was conversing casually to the younger corporal at his still working
left arm, about how they were going to entertain themselves with the wounded
G-Forcer as they dragged him away. / ³¾ªº¥k¤âÁu,¤[³Â¤ì,³Q Gallactor ²îªø®³µÛ¡C ²îªø¥¿¦b¥LªºÀR¤î¤u§@¥ª¤âÁu¹ï§ó¦~»´ªº¤U¤h°¸µM¦a¥æ½Í,
Ãö©ó¥ḺNn¦p¦ó¥Î¨ü¶Ëªº G ®T¼Ö¥L̦ۤv- Forcer ·í¥LÌ©ì©Ô¥LÂ÷¶}¡C
The corporal laughed, almost politely. Yes sir. It will be fun, sir. I
look forward to it, sir. The youngster was trembling as he walked, still
afraid. The captain was entirely too relaxed. They passed beside a loading
hatch, the familiar central coast landscape outside the porthole clear
and bathed with afternoon sun. / ¤U¤h¯º,´X¥G¦³Â§»ª¦a¡C ¬Oªº¥ý¥Í¡C ¥¦±N¬O¼Ö½ì¡A¥ý¥Í¡C §Ú¬ß±æ¥¦,¥ý¥Í¡C
·í¥L¨«ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦~«C¤H¬Oµo§Ýªº,¤´µM®`©È¡C ²îªø§¹¥þ¦a¤]³Q©ñÃP¡C ¥L̦b¤@Ót¸ü®ÇÃä³q¹L¿µ¤f,¼ô±xªº¤¤¥¡®ü©¤¥~±²M·¡¦a¶i¦æ³y¶é¤uµ{²ìµ¡¦Ó¥B¥H¤È«á¤Ó¶§¨N¯D¡C
Jay jerked back with his left arm, twisting the corporal¡¦s underneath
his and pulling back. The man howled under the sudden ripping pain and
dropped, and before the captain could react, Jay had the corporal¡¦s pistol
up in his left hand and in between the captain¡¦s startled and then glowering
eyes. / ³¾¦V«á¦a¥H¥Lªº¥ª¤âÁuµjÅË,¦b¥Lªº¤U±§áÂà¤U¤hªº¦Ó¥B¦V«á¦a©Ô¡C ¨k¤H¦b¬ðµMªº³»«ÓµhW¤§¤U¨g§p¦Ó¥B°§C¡A¦Ó¥B²îªø¥i¥H¤ÏÀ³¤§«e¡A³¾¦b¥Lªº¥ª¤â¤¤¦V¤W¦³¤U¤hªº¤âÂò©M¦b²îªøªº¤§¶¡¾_ÅåµM«áÀü²´²´·ú¡C
"-don¡¦t ... move-" Jay gasped, moving back towards the airlock.
Fragments of one or two ribs were grinding under his side where one of
them had brutally kicked. The captain calmly raised his hands, gauging
the distance between himself and the G-Forcer, about to pounce and beat
him unconscious for even trying. / "- ¤£¡C¡C¡C ²¾°Ê-"³¾³Ý®ð,¦V airlock
¦V«á¦a²¾°Ê¡C ¤@©Î¤G®Ú¦Ø°©ªº¸H¤ù¥¿¦b¥L̪º¨ä¤¤¤§¤@¤w¸g³Q´Ý§Ô½ðªº¥L¨Ã䤧¤U¿i¡C ²îªø¥ÀR¦aÁ|°_¤F¥Lªº¤â,ºë½Tp¶q¥L¦Û¤v©M G-Forcer
¤§¶¡ªº¶ZÂ÷, ¤j¬ùÅ̦í¦Ó¥BÃøË¥LµL·NÃѪº¬°¬Æ¦Ü¹Á¸Õ¡C
Jay made it to the airlock, slumping against it. The captain leaped forward.
Jay¡¦s squeezed-off shot was just off-side of the Gallactor¡¦s head, and
the recoil sent his shoulder jarring against the hatch¡¦s steel. The captain
froze in mid-stride, suddenly unsure, and Jay took the moment to force
his right hand to work, just for a second, to pop the lock. / ³¾°µ¨ì¨ì airlock,²rµM±¼¸¨¹ï§Ü¥¦¡C
²îªø¦V«e¦a¸õÅD¡C ³Qºò´¤ªº³¾- ¨«¶}ª`®g½T¹ê»·-Gallactor's ªºÀYÃä , ©M¤Ï¹ï¿µ¤fªº¿û³Q°eÁӪ¥LªÓ¬ÈÁY¡C ²îªø¦b¤¤³¡¤¤áµ²-¤j¨B,¬ðµM¤£ªÖ©w,¦Ó¥B³¾ªá¤ù¨è±j¢¥Lªº¥k¤â¤u§@,¶È¶È¬í,
¨ú¥XÂê¡C
The hatch swung open and the pressured air ripped out unleashed, dragging
the captain to his hands and knees. He reached out, scrabbling desperately
for a handhold on a nearby railing. Dirt and debris blasted out, some
workman¡¦s wrench whipped past his head. The ship slowed suddenly and rocked
to one side, tumbling him down. He looked up through wind-squinted eyes,
and saw the G-Forcer slumped on the floor under the opening, buffeted
by the wind. / ¶}©ñªº³Q·nÂ\ªº¿µ¤f©M³Q±j¢ªºªÅ®ð¼¹¶}¥X¸Ñ©ñ,©ì©Ô²îªø¨ì¥Lªº¤â©M½¥¡C ¥L¨ì¹F¥X,±j¯P¦a¹ï©ó¦bªþªñªº§ß¤â¤Wªº¤@Ó´¤¦í¼ã¯ó¦a¼g¡C
¦Ã«¯©M¸H¤ùºR´Ý¥X,¤@¨Ç¤u¤Hªº§æ¹X¶V¹L¥LªºÀYÃ@¥´¡C ²î¬ðµM´îºC¦Ó¥B¨ìÃä·n°Ê,§â¥L¶^¸¨¤U¨Ó¡C ¥L¦b§¹¦¨ªº·¨ÏÅܱ׵ø²´ªº²´·ú¤W±¬Ý, ¦Ó¥B³Q·¨£¨ì¤F¦b¶}©l¤§¤U¦b¦aªO¤W³Q²rµM±¼¸¨ªº
G- Forcer ¡A buffeted ¡C
Jay raised up. The wind was tearing at his back. / ³¾¤É°_¦b¤W±¡C ·¥¿¦b¥LªºI³¡§èµõ¡C
Managed to raise his head, slide one arm up the sill of the hatch. The
ship gave another shuddering lurch as it braked to emergency land. / ³]ªk©ï°_¥LªºÀY,¦b¿µ¤fªºªùÂe¤W±·Æ°Ê¤@°¦¤âÁu¡C
·í¥¦·Ù¨®¨ìºò«æªº¤g¦a®ÉÔ¡A²îµ¹¤©¤F¥t¥~¾Ô·XºG±Ñ¡C
He gave the captain a triumphant smile. / ¥Lµ¹¤©¤F²îªø¤@Ó±o³Óªº·L¯º¡C
And let himself get sucked out into the air. / ¦Ó¥B¶i¤JªÅ®ð¤§¤ºÅý¥L¦Û¤v±o¨ì§l¥X¡C
The captain insanely jerked forward, the impulse to reach out and save
the suicidal enemy an irrational silver flash inside his head, but Jay
was long gone, screaming away and down in freefall. The captain crawled
to the door, the sucking jetwash now a moderate breeze as the ship slowed,
and watched in petrified awe as the G-Forcer dropped like a stone. / ²îªø±wºë¯«¯f¦a¦V«e¦aµjÅË,
½Ä°Ê¨ì¹F¥X¨Ã¥B¸Ñ±Ï¸Ì±ªº¦Û±þ¼Ä¤HµL²z©Êªº»È°{¥ú¥LªºÀY,¦ý¬O³¾«Üªø¥h, ¦y¥sÂ÷¶}¦Ó¥B¦b freefall åP¸¨¡C ²îªøª¦¦æ¨ìªù, §l¥¤ªº jetwash
²{¦b¦p¦b¨Ï¾_Äà¤Æ¦¨¥ÛÀYªº¤¤³Q´îºC, ¦Ó¥B¬Ý¦p G ªº²î¾A«×ªº·L·-¹³¤@¶ô¥ÛÀY³Q°§Cªº Forcer¡C
The Gallactor ship passed overhead, blotting out the sun, then away. Jay
plunged down, the whole world spinning underneath. / Gallactor ²î¦b°ª³B³q¹L,¦ÃÂI¥X¤Ó¶§,
µM«áÂ÷¶}¡C ³¾Ë¤U¤U¨Ó,¦b¤U±ªº¾ãÓ¥@¬É¯¼Â´¡C
With it the memory of countless parachute jumps years and years past rocketed
over his mind and the calculation of distance and time and speed was an
instinctive thing, an instant thing, as natural as breathing. / Âǥѥ¦¼Æ¤£ºÉ°¸¨³Êªº°O¾Ð¸õÅD¹L¥h¦b¥Lªº¤ß©M¶ZÂ÷©M®É¶¡ªºpºâ¤§¤Wµo®g¤õ½bªº¼Æ¦~©M¼Æ¦~¡A¦Ó¥B³t«×¬O¤@¥ó¥»¯àªº¨Æª«¡A¤@¥ó¥ß§Yªº¨Æª«,¹³©I§l¤@¼Ëªº¦ÛµM¡C
His heart stopped anyway. His sheer fright in that fall was beyond firestorm
magnitude. / ¥Lªº¤ßµL½×¦p¦ó°±¤î¡C ¥Lªºµ´¹ïÅåÀb¦b¨º¬î¤Ñ¬O¶W¹L¤jÃzµo¤j¤p¡C
The wave of the transmutation cycle twisted around him and made him howl
from the pain. In a single crackling snap the leathers were tight over
his skin and the weight of it punched him tumbling in midair. Fire seared
down his back as he twisted back over, arms flung out. Then the mantles
spread and checked his fall, and the wrenching pain across his shoulders
as a low thermal tossed him back and stabilized his decent was like being
hit by a truck. / ÅܧΩP´Áªºªi®ö¦bªþªñ±qµhWÀ¾¤F¥L¦Ó¥B¨Ï¥L¨g§p¡C ¦b¯Ü¥Ö¤jÁn¥w½|¤¤¦b¥Lªº¥Ö½§¤§¤W¥Ö²¬Oºòªº¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦ªº«¶q¥H®±«À»¤F¥L¦b¥bªÅ¤¤¤¤¶^¸¨¡C
·í¥L¦V«á¦aµ²§ôÀ¾ªº®ÉÔ¡A¤õ¯NµJ¤U¨Ó¥LªºI³¡,¤âÁu§ë¥X¡C µM«á¦a²[¶Ç§G¦Ó¥BÀˬd¤F¥Lªº¬î¤Ñ, ©M²r§áµhW¾î¹L¥LªºªÓ·í§Cªº¤W¤É·Å·x®ð¬y§â¥L§ëÂY¦^¨Ó¦Ó¥Béw¥Lªº¬Û·í¦nªº¹³³Q¤@½ø¥d¨®¥´¡C
He slowed out of the fall by pure luck and the kindness of the coast¡¦s
off-shore breeze, and was able to bounce down the side of a road¡¦s cutbank
cliff without breaking both legs. He hit the middle of the road so hard
it jarred every muscle and bone in him anyway, and he simply collapsed
against the warm asphalt, long past exhaustion, miles past the end of
his strength. / ¥L´îºCÂ÷¯Âºé¹B®ð©M®ü©¤ªº»·- ®ü©¤·L·ªº¤¯·O¬î¤Ñ, ¦Ó¥B¯à°÷¨S¦³¥´¯}¨âªÌªº»L¤Ï¼u¤U¨Ó¹D¸ôªº cutbank
Äa±VªºÃä¡C ¥L¦p¦¹§V¤O¦aÀ»¤¤¹D¸ôªº¤¤¥¡¥¦µL½×¦p¦ó¦b¥L¸Ì±¾_Åå¤F¨C§ô¦Ù¦×¦Ó¥B¥h°©¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¥u¬O˶ò¹ï§Ü·Å·xªº¬fªo,¶V¹L¯h¾Î´÷±æ,¶V¹L¥Lªº¤O¶qµ²§ôªºù¡C
With the top down, one real estate agent and Mazda Miata lover Jim Franklin
could hear every ocean wave and raptor call sounding symphonic over the
purr of his engine as he cruised to work. He knew every inch of the coastal
highway One and coursed the turns at a fearless sixty miles per. / »P³»ºÝåP¸¨,·í¥L¨µ¯è¤u§@ªº®ÉÔ¡A¤@Ó¤£°Ê²£¥N²z¤H©M°¨¦Û¹F³ß·R
Miata ªº¤H¦N©i´IÄõ§JªL¥i¥H¦b¥Lªº¤ÞÀº©hÂP©hÂPÁn¤§¤WÅ¥¨ì¨C®ü®ö©M²r¸V©I¥s°_¨ÓµoÁnªº°_¨Ó¥æÅT¼Öªº¡C ¥Lª¾¹D®ü©¤ªº¤½¸ô¨C¦T¤@¨Ã¥B¦b¤jÁxªº¤»¤Qù½Òµ{±ÛÂà¨C¡C
Until he downshifted around that tough east-bending hairpin curve. / ª½¨ì¥L¦b¨ºÓ±jµwªºÅs¦±ªF¤èªºÂ¯¦±½uªº©P³ò½Õ¦Ü§CÀÉ¡C
His first thought was that it was a deer. / ¥Lªº²Ä¤@Ó·Qªk¬O¥¦¬O¤@°¦³À¡C
Still panting for breath, Jay heard the engine and feebly raised his head.
Oh, no- / ¤´µM¬°©I§l³Ý®§,³¾Å¥¨ì¤F¤ÞÀº¨Ã¥B¬X®z¦a©ï°_¤F¥LªºÀY¡C ®@,¤£-
Every muscle in him tightened, every whipcorded nerve suddenly forced
alive to leap out of the way. The scream of the tires was deafening, right
on top of him, burned rubber hot in the air. Too late. / ¨C§ô¦Ù¦×¦b¥L¸Ì±°Çºò, ¨C
whipcorded ¹ª°_«i®ð¬ðµM³Q¢¬¡µÛªº¸õÅDÂ÷¤èªk¡C ½üLªº¦y¥sÁn¬O®¶¦Õ±ýŤªº,¦b¥Lªº³»ºÝ¤WªºÅv§Q,¿U¿N¤F¼öªº¦bªÅ®ð¤¤ªº¾ó¥Ö¡C ¤Ó±ß¡C
He didn¡¦t even feel being slammed down, landing over ten feet away from
the car¡¦s bumper. / ¥L¬Æ¦Ü¨S¦³·Pı³Q²rµMÃö¤W¤U¨Ó, µn³°»·Â÷¨T¨®ªº½w½Ä¾×¶W¹L¤Q§`¡C
Just bang. / ¶È¶È«À»¡C
Flying into the black. / ¶i¤J¶Â¦â¤§¤º¸¡C
The series of three moderate earthquakes that had rolled through North
Hollywood wasn¡¦t much of a surprise to the California Institute of Technology
seismologists; quakes in California were as common as the surfers and
the highway congestion. A few windows had been cracked, a few grocery
shelves dumped onto the floor. The triggered car alarms alone rattled
more nerves than the temblors themselves. Respectively, none of them had
measured higher than five on the Richter Scale, and the local news anchors
blew the whole thing off in the afternoon reports, following up the quakes¡¦
numbers with the weather and the traffic as though nothing had happened.
All of them obviously weren¡¦t the fabled Big One. / ¤@¨t¦Cªº¤TÓ¤w¸g±²¹Lªº¾A«×¦a¾_¦nµÜ¶õ¥_³¡¤£¬O¨ì§Þ³N¦a¾_¾Ç®aªº¥[¦{¾Ç·|ªº³\¦h·N¥~;
¦a¾_¦b¥[¦{¬O¹³ª±½Ä®öªº¤H¤@¼Ëªº´¶³q©M¤½¸ô²VÂø¡C ¤@¨Çµ¡¤á¤w¸g³Q§Ë¸H,¤@¨Ç¹«~Âø³f¦b¦aªO¤§¤W¸Ë¬[¶É¨ø¡C ³Q¤Þ°_ªº¨T¨®Äµ³ø¿W¦Û¦a¨Ï¯«¸g¹Ç¹ÇÅTªº¤ñ¦a¾_¦h¥L̦ۤv¡C
¤À§O¦a¡A¥L̨S¦³¤@Ó¤w¸g¤ñ¸û°ª¦a´ú¶q¤ñ¸û¤¦b¨½§J¯S¾_¯Å¤W¡A¦Ó¥B¦a¤è·s»DÁã¦b¤È«á³ø§i¤¤§â¾ãÓªº¨Æª«§j¨«, ¥H¤Ñ®ð©M¥æ³q°lÂܦa¾_ªº¼Æ¦r¦n¹³¨S¨Æ¤w¸gµo¥Í¡C
¥LÌ¥þ³¡©úÅã¦a¤£¬Oµêºcªº¤j¡C
Until that late Thursday afternoon, 3:54 PM. / ¤È«á,¤U¤È 3:54 ª½¨ì¨º¬P´Á¥|³Ä±ß¡C
And the floor of the San Fernando Valley dropped a full three feet. /
¦Ó¥B®áªe Fernando ¤s¨¦ªº¦aªO°§C¤F§¹¾ãªº¤T§`¡C
A few hours later, the two-hundred foot tidal wave wiped the Hawaiian
Islands¡¦ east shores clean. / ¤@¨Ç¤p®É¤§«á, ¨º¤G-¦ÊÓ¸}®ü¼SÀ¿ , ®L«Â¦iªº®qªF®ü©¤²M²z¡C
The drills were as big in diameter as school buses, and the production
line was cranking them out as fast as they could be forged. Over the third
one that day, a line worker pulled off his hardhat to wipe off the sweat
and grime on his face. "How many left to go?" he shouted over
the noise. / Æp¤Õ¾÷¬O¦P¼Ë¦a¤jªº¦bª½®|¤¤¦p¾Ç®Õ¤½¦@¨T¨®¡A¦Ó¥B»s³y½u¦b¥~¬O°_°Ê¥LÌ·í°µ§Ö³t¦a·í°µ¥LÌ¥i¯à³Q°°³y¡C ¨º¤Ñ¦b²Ä¤TÓ¤§¤W¡A¤@Ó½u¤u¤H¶¶§Q§¹¦¨¥Lªº
hardhat «ø¥h¦b¥LªºÁy¤W¦½©M¹Ð«¯¡C " ¦h¤ÖÂ÷¶}¥h"? ¥L¦b¾¸µ¤§¤W©I³Û¡C
"Six more!" his partner called out. "They¡¦ve doubled the
order since yesterday!" / " ¥t¥~¤»Ó "! ¥Lªº¦X¹Ù¤H¤j¥s¡C " ¥L̦۱q¬Q¤Ñ¥H«á¤w¸g¥[¿¦¸§Ç
"!
"Hell of a lot to go," the first shouted back. "What¡¦re
they saying these are all for?" / " ¦aº»«Ü¦h¥h",²Ä¤@¦V«á¦a©I³Û¡C "
What're »¡³o¨Çªº¥L̬O©Ò¦³ªº¹ï"?
"Don¡¦t know!" The second man paused for a moment, and likewise
wiped his forehead. "The rumor is that the overlord Sosai personally
designed the mecha, and Lord Katse is overseeing the details! Lord Katse¡¦s
following its instructions!" / " ¤£nª¾¹D "! ²Ä¤GÓ¨k¤H¼È°±¤@·|¨à, ¦Ó¥B¦P¼Ë¦aÀ¿¤F¥Lªº«eÃB¡C
"ÁÁ¨¥¬O¡A¤j§g¥D Sosai ¿Ë¦Û¦a³]p¤F mecha ¡A¦Ó¥B Katse ¤½À勵¦bºÊ·þ²Ó¸`! ¸òÀH¥¦ªº«ü¾É Katse's ¤½Àï!"
The first man grinned, watching the third drill draw past, tugged along
by the production line. "Gonna be a hell of a mess for the EDC, if
these are going into a puppy that fucking big!" And beside him his
partner cackled in agreement. / ²Ä¤@Ó³QÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,¬Ý²Ä¤TÓÆp¤Õ¥§½¹L¥h, ¦V«e³Q»s³y½u¥Î¤O©Ôªº¨k¤H¡C "
¥h¬O EDC ªº¤@¹Î¶Ãªº¦aº», ¦pªG³o¨Ç¥¿¦b¶i¤J¤@°¦¤pª¯©Ê¥æ¤jªº"! ¦Ó¥B¦b¥L®ÇÃä¥Lªº¦X¹Ù¤H¦b¨óij¤¤«£«£¦a¥s¡C
Far above their heads, Berg Katse paused along the catwalk and surveyed
the construction. "Everything seems to be going as planned, captain,"
he spoke warmly. "At this rate, we might finish faster than projected."
/ »»»·¦a¥LÌ©Ò¤£À´ªº,¦B¤s Katse ¦V«e¼È°±¯U¤p¨i¹D¨Ã¥B¼fµø¤F«Ø¿v¡C "·ípµeªº®ÉÔ , ¨C¥ó¨Æª«¦ü¥G¥h,²îªø",¥L¿Ë¤Á¦a»¡¡C
" ¥H³o¤ñ²v¡A§Ú̶W¹Lpµe¥i¯à§ó§Ö³t¦a§¹¦¨ " ¡C
The captain nodded steely, still angry and cheated over their captive¡¦s
suicidal jump. "Yes, Lord Katse. Sosai will be pleased." / ²îªøÂIÀY¿ûÅKªº,
¤´µM¥Í®ð¦Ó¥B¦b¥L̪º«R¸¸¦Û±þªº¸õÅD¤§¤W´ÛÄF¡C "¬Oªº,Katse ¤½Àï¡C Sosai ±N³Q¨ú®®¡C"
"M-hm," Katse mulled. "Once we begin, not even the remaining
four members of G-Force will be much to worry about. Chances are, they
and the rest of the EDC will be held back by the United Nations while
they consider our demands." / "M-hm",Katse ¦Ò¼{¡C "¤@¥¹§Ú̶}©l,¤£¨Ï
G ªº³Ñ¾l¥|Ó¦¨û¬Ûµ¥- ¤O¶q±N¦h¬O·Ð´oÃö©ó¡C ¾÷·|¬O,·í¥L̦Ҽ{§Ú̪ºn¨D®ÉÔ¡A¥LÌ©M EDC ªº¨ä¥¦³¡¤À±N³QÁp¦X°ê§í¨î¡C"
Deep in thought, the Gallactor warlord continued on his way, his subordinate
following behind. / ²`¤J¦a¦b·Qªk¤¤¡A Gallactor x»Ö¦b³~¤¤Ä~Äò, ¥LªºÄݤU¦b«á±¤§«á¡C
This time, awareness was a long time coming. / ³o¦¸¡Aı¹î¬O¤@Óªøªº®É¶¡¨ÓÁ{¡C
Every muscle and bone seemed to be lit in pain, but the sensation was
detached, a dull, swirling haziness. He couldn¡¦t focus his eyes; he tried
to open them and all the world was tripled into a swirling spiral. Someone¡¦s
distant voice was nothing but a hollow murmur. / ¨C§ô¦Ù¦×©M°©ÀY¦ü¥G³Qµo«GµhWªº,¦ý¬O·Pı³Q¤ÀÂ÷,¿ð¶w,·n®ÌÂaÄg¡C
¥LµLªk¶°¤¤¥Lªº²´·ú; ¥L¸ÕµÛ¥´¶}¥LÌ¡A¦Ó¥B©Ò¦³ªº¥@¬É¶i¤J¤@Ó·n®ÌÁ³±Û§Î¤§ª«¤§¤º³Q¤T¿¤§¼Æ¡C ¬Y¤Hªº»·Ánµ¥u¬OªÅªº§C»y¡C
...Yes, I just got to him an hour ago. That¡¦s why I called you...yes.
He was terribly wounded... / ¡C¡C¡C¬Oªº¡A§Úèè¦b¤@Ó¤p®É¥H«e¨ì¹F¥L¡C ¨º¬O , §Ú¬°¤°»ò¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¤F§A¡C¡C¡C¬Oªº¡C
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Jay squeezed his eyes shut, then reopened them. This time the light was
a bright field of white. He tried to raise one hand out to rise but was
checked by intravenous lines taped to his arm. His abdomen was wrapped,
darkening bruises showing under the edge. Worse than anything, he felt
horribly weak, and once again the familiar pulses from his hardwiring
was replaced by dark nausea. Inhaling brought dizzying pain, and for a
moment he totally blacked out again. / ºò´¤³QÃö¤Wªº¥L²´·úªº³¾,µM«á«¶}¤F¥LÌ¡C ³o¦¸¥ú¬O¤@ӥզ⪺©ú«G»â°ì¡C
¥L¸ÕµÛ¤É°_¤@¶Ç»¼¥X¤W¤É¦ý¬O³Q³Q¿ýµ¨ì¥Lªº¤âÁuÀR¯ß¤º½uÀˬd¤F¡C ¥Lªº¸¡³¡³Q¥]¸Ë,§Ë·t¦bÃä½t¤U±ªº·ï¶Ë¦¨ÁZ¡C §óÃa¦a¶W¹L¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡A¥Lı±o¥i©È®z¡A¦Ó¥B¦A¤@¦¸¨Ó¦Û¥Lªº
hardwiring ªº¼ô±x¯ß»K³Q¶Â·t¤ÏG´À´«¤F¡C §l¤J±a¨ÏµhW·w¯t¡A¦Ó¥B¤@·|¨à¥L§¹¥þ¦a¦A¤@¦¸Åܶ¡C
...the external injuries are nothing serious, really, but... No, I have
the scans they ran this morning right here in front of me. There¡¦s no
mistake. / ¡C¡C¡C¥~³¡ªº¨ü¶Ë¤£¬O¤°»òÄY«ªºªF¦è,¯uªº,¦ý¬O¡C¡C¡C ¤£¡A§Ú¦³¥L̦b§Ú¤§«e´N¦b³o¸Ì¶]¤µ¤Ñ¦±áªº±½´y¡C ¨S¦³¿ù»~¡C
Then awareness snapped up and planted deep, his heightened hearing picking
out the words of the familiar voice- it sounded like one of the medics
from Crescent Coral Island. But the place was strange- a hospital, and
a small one at that. Turning his head up as far as he could, he saw the
main drag of Pacifica out the window. His own home was five miles away.
He wanted to laugh at the knock-down irony. They¡¦d found him. The relief
he felt was drowning. / µM«áı¹î§âºØ´Ó·m¥ý§Ë¨ì¤â¨Ã¥B²`³B, ¥Lªº¥[±jÅ¥ÃÒ·|±Ä¶°¥X¦Û¼ô±xªºÁnµ¦r-¥¦Å¥°_¨Ó¹³¨Ó¦Û·s¤ë§Îªº¬À·ä®qªº`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«¤§¤@¤@¼Ë¡C
¦ý¬O¦a¤è«Ü©_©Ç-¦b¨ºªº¤@©ÒÂå°| , ©M¤@Ó¤pªº¡C §â¥LªºÀY½Õ¤j·í°µ»»»·¦a·í°µ¥L¥i¥H,¥L¥X¦Ûµ¡¤á¨£¨ì Pacifica ªº¤jµó¡C ¥L¦Û¤vªº®a¬O¤ù¤§»·¡C
¥L·Qn¯º³Ì§Cªº¤Ï¿Ø¡C ¥ḺN·|µo²{¥L¡C ¦w¤ß¥L·Pı¥¿¦b²T¦º¡C
Until he heard what the medic said next. / ª½¨ì¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F¤°»ò`½¶ÄÝ´Óª«µM«á»¡¡C
"...yes, that¡¦s right. It¡¦s an old wound, but it looks like there¡¦s
still several microscopic fragments at the fourth vertebrae and around
the left scapula...maybe a few lodged into the implants- right. The response
was so sporadic, nobody even caught it until he started passing out. Now,
leaving the other problems aside, it¡¦s the second and third vertebreals
that are life-threatening. I¡¦ve got to agree with Matt Martinez¡KGod, Dave,
I¡¦m so sorry, but optimistically? A week, maybe at the most ten days..."
/ ".¡C¡C¬Oªº¡A¨º¬O¥¿½Tªº¡C ¥¦¬Oªº³Ð¶Ë¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¦b²Ä¥| vertebrae ©M¦b¥ªÃ䪺 scapula ªº©P³ò¤´µM¦³¤@¨ÇÅã·LÃ誺¸H¤ù¡C¡C¡C¤]³\¤@¨Ç¶i¤J´Ó¤J¾¹¤§¤º§ë±J-Åv§Q¡C
¦^À³¬O¦p¦¹°¸º¸µo¥Í, ¨S¦³¤H¬Æ¦Ü®·®»¤F¥¦¡Aª½¨ì¥L¶}©l©üË¡C ²{¦b,¦b¤@ÃäÂ÷¶}¨ä¥L°ÝÃD,¥¦¬O¬í©M²Ä¤Tӫ¯٥ͩRªº vertebreals ¡C
§Ú¥²¶·¦P·N°¨¯S Martinez ¡K¤W«Ò¡A¤j½Ã, §Ú¬O¦p¦¹Ãø¹L, ¦ý¬O¼ÖÆ[¦a? ¤@Ó¬P´Á,¤Q¤Ñ³Ì¦h¤]³\¡C¡C¡C"
Dead numbing cold. / §¹¥þ¦a¨Ï´H§N³Â¤ì¡C
...at the most ten days... / ¡C¡C¡C¤Q¤Ñ³Ì¦h¡C¡C¡C
Alone in his office in the Marin base, David Anderson hung up the phone,
staring blankly at the wall. He had raced across the ocean with the rest
of the squad the moment Jay¡¦s car was discovered wrecked on the road,
ready to start the search. They were all waiting for him outside. / ¿W¦Û¦a¦b°¨ªL°ò¦ªº¥L¿ì¤½«Ç¤¤¡A¤j½Ã¦w¼w»¹±¾Â_¹q¸Ü,¦bÀð¾À¯íµM¦aª`µø¡C
¥L¤w¸g¥Ñ©ó¤p¶¤ªº¨ä¥L¦¨û¾î¹L¤ñÁɤj®ü¤ù¨è¨T¨®³Qµo²{¦b®È³~¤¤¯}Ãaªº³¾,¹w³Æ¶}©l·j´M¡C ¥LÌ¥þ³¡¥¿¦b¥~±µ¥Ô¥L¡C
He didn¡¦t know what to tell them. / ¥L¨S¦³ª¾¹D¸Ó§i¶D¥L̤°»ò¡C
He couldn¡¦t even move. / ¥LµLªk¬Æ¦Ü²¾°Ê¡C
Shoulders bravely set in case the G-Forcer had awakened, the doctor entered
the room. The words he wanted to say, rehearsing again and again in his
head, were heavy with comfort and optimism. Behind them was the dead fear
in knowing that the G-Forcer was going to see right through them anyhow
and know the truth, just from reading the look in his eyes. He didn¡¦t
want to go in there. He didn¡¦t want to be the one to tell him. / «i´±¦aªÓt³]©w¥H¨¾¸U¤@
G-Forcer ¤w¸g³ê¿ô,Âå¥Í¶i¤J¤F©Ð¶¡¡C ¦r¥L·Qn»¡,¦b¥LªºÀY¤¤¤@¦¸¤S¤@¦¸¹wºt,¹ï¦w¼¢©M¼ÖÆ[¥D¸q·P¨ì«¡C ¦b¥L̫ᱬO¦bª¾¹D¤è±¦ºªº®£Äß
G-Forcer ±NnµL½×¦p¦ó¹ý©³¦a¨£¨ì¥L̦ӥBª¾¹D¨Æ¹ê,¶È¶È±qŪ¥Lªº²´·ú¯«±¡¡C ¥L¨S¦³·Qn¦b¨º¸Ì¶i¤J¡C ¥L¨S¦³·Qn¬O¨º¤@Ó§i¶D¥L¡C
He stopped at the doorway, and it all became meaningless anyway. / ¥L¦bªù¤f°±¤î¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¥þ³¡µL½×¦p¦óÅܦ¨µL·N¸q¡C
Jay Randall was long gone. / ³¾Äõ¼wº¸«Üªø¥h¡C
"Lord Katse, all four tunnel tests ended with the projected results,"
the scientist spoke. "Although Mount Etna hasn¡¦t erupted yet, the
action created by the second warhead has built up enough pressure to cause
one inevitably. Perhaps within the week." / " Katse ¤½Àï , ©Ò¦³ªº¥|ÓÀG¹D´ú¸Õ¥H³Qpµeªºµ²ªGµ²§ô
",¬ì¾Ç®a»¡¡C " ÁöµM¼¥Î°¨°sºë¿OµN¤ô¾¹¤´µM¨S¦³Ãzµo,³Q²Ä¤GÓ¼uÀY³Ð³yªº¦æ°Ê¤w¸g«Ø¥ß¥R¨¬ªºÀ£¤O¤£¥iÁקK¤Þ°_¤@¡C ¦b¬P´Á¤º¤]³\¡C"
Berg Katse brightened. "That will be more than enough to bend the
United Nations to my demands. And the EDC?" / ¦B¤s Katse ÅÜ«G¡C "¨º±N¤£¥u¬O¥R¨¬Ås¦±¹ï§Úªºn¨DÁp¦X°ê¡C
¦Ó¥B EDC?"
A Gallactor officer in attendance spoke up. "Only precautionary evacuations,
Lord." / ¥X®uªº¤@Ó Gallactor ©xû¤jÁn²M·¡¦a»¡¡C "°ß¤@ªº¹w¥ýĵ§ÙªººM°h,¤½Àï".
"Very well. You may activate the four warheads, spaced five hours
apart." Berg Katse grinned maliciously. "One or two should do
it; by tonight we¡¦ll be the newest replacement for the UN¡¦s Security Council.
Any more and they¡¦ll discover how easily the entire country of India can
be broken apart from the Himalayas." All the other officers chuckled
at the possibility. Katse turned back to the first. "Begin the operation,
immediately!" / "«D±`¦nªº¡C §A¥i¯à¨ë¿E¥|Ó¼uÀY,¤À§O¦a¹j¶}¤¤p®É¡C"¦B¤s Katse Ãh´c·N¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
" ¤@©Î¤GÀ³¸Ó°µ¥¦; ¦b¤µ±ß¤§«e§Ú̱N¬OÁp¦X°êªº¦w¥þ²z¨Æ·|ªº³Ì·s´À´«¡C ¥ô¦óªº§ó¦h©M¥ḺNµo²{¾ãÓ¦L«×¯à°£¤F³ß°¨©Ô¶®¤s¤§¥~³Q¥´¯}¦a¦h®e©ö¡C"©Ò¦³ªº¨ä¥L©xû¦b¥i¯à©Ê¦Y¦Yªº¯º¡C
Katse §é¦^¨ì²Ä¤@¡C "¶}©l¤â³N,¥ß¨è"!
Choked with traffic and dueling taxis, the financial district of San Francisco
was a blazing pit of rush-hour noise. Pedestrians wove along the streets,
panhandlers and street performers clogged the corners. Through it all,
Jay Randall roamed in a dead haze for nearly an hour. He couldn¡¦t even
remember how he had gotten there; which commuter train he¡¦d taken, how
long he¡¦d walked. The sunlight had evaporated from sunset and a smoggy
dirty golden into bleary dusk. / ¥H¥æ³q²¿®§¦Ó¥B¨M°«²æ¸zÁٯdzN,ª÷¤sªº°]¬F°Ï°ì¬O¤@Ó¦y®p®É¶¡¾¸µªº¿K¿U²`§|¡C
ªuµÛµó¹D¡A¤^¤¢©Mµó¹DªíºtªÌ³Q½s´ªº¦æ¤Hªýê¤F¨¤¸¨¡C ¸g¹L¥¦¥þ³¡¡A³¾Äõ¼wº¸¦b¤@¤ù¦ºªºÁ¡Ãú¤¤º©¹C¹F±Nªñ 1 ¤p®É¡C ¥LµLªk¬Æ¦Ü°O±o¥L¦p¦ó¤w¸g¨ì¨ºùØ;
þÓ³q¶ÔªÌ°V½m¥L¤w¸g®³, ¥L¦³¨«¡C ¤é¥ú¤w¸g±q¤é¸¨»]µo©M¤@·ÏÃú°gº©ªº»êżª÷¶i¤J²´·ú¼Ò½kªºÁ¡¼Ç¤§¤º¡C
Until he somehow strayed up Grant Street to the spot where the Jun¡¦s bar
dominated the corner, and it all came crashing back. / ª½¨ì¥L¤£ª¾¦ó¬G¦b¹ï¤»¤ëªº°s§a¤ä°t¤F¨¤¸¨ªº¦aÂI±Â»Pµó¹D¤W±°g¸ô¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦¥þ³¡¦V«á¦a¨Ó¼²¸H¡C
-at the most ten days- / - ³Ì¦h¤Q¤Ñ-
The Shiratori was still dark and abandoned, long closed after the assault
onto Kelley, and all of Jun and Key¡¦s windows in the lofts above were
locked shut and curtained. Jay squeezed his eyes shut- no damn wonder.
They were all on active at Crescent Coral. On active and hunting for Gallactor,
trying to pinpoint where they fit into all of the seismic disasters rocking
the planet at once. / Shiratori ¤´µM«Ü¶Â·tªº©M¼Z¸¨ªº, ªøÃö³¬¦b§ðÀ»¤§«á¦b³ÍµÜ¤§¤W¡A¦Ó¥B³»¼Óªº©Ò¦³¤»¤ë©MÆ_°Íªºµ¡¤á¦b¤W±³QÂêÃö³¬ªº¦Ó¥B±b¡C
³¾ºò´¤¤F¥Lªº²´·úÃö³¬- ¨S¦³¤@ÂI©_ÂÝ¡C ¥LÌ¥þ³£¬O¦b¿n·¥ªº¤§¤W¦b·s¤ë§Îªº¬À·ä¡C ¦b¿n·¥ªº¤§¤W©M¬¼Ây¹ï©ó Gallactor, ¹Á¸Õºë½T¦a§ä¨ì¥L̥ߨè¾A¦X©Ò¦³ªº¦a¾_¨aº×·nÂ\¦æ¬Pªº¦a¤è¡C
Katse¡¦s voice, a jovial reminder in the back of his mind. No matter...I¡¦ll
just hold you hostage at Cross Karocolm, in case they¡¦re stupid enough
to try. / Katse's ªºÁnµ,¦b¥Lªº¤ß«á±ªº¤@Ó§Ö¬¡ªº´£¿ô¤H¡C ¨S¦³¨Æ¥ó¡C¡C¡C§Ú±N¶È¶È®»¦í§A¦b¥æ¤eªº Karocolm ªº¤H½è,¥H¨¾¸U¤@¥LÌ°÷·MÄø¨Ó¸Õ¡C
Understanding rippled down his whipcorded nerves like steel guitar strings.
/ ²z¸Ñ¨Ï¤U¨Ó°_º§º¬ , ¥Lªº whipcorded ¹ª°_«i®ð¬Û¦üªº¿û¦N¥L½u¡C
He headed for a rapid transit train station and boarded the next northern
run. Everything he needed to make his staging point was on the base in
Marin. / ¥L¥h¤@Ó¨³³tªº¸g¹L¤õ¨®¯¸¦Ó¥B·f¼¤F¤UÓ¥_¤è¤H©b¶]¡C ¨C¥ó¨Æª«¥L»Ýn»s³y¥LÁ|¦æÆ[ÂI¦b°¨ªLªº°ò¦¤W¡C
They were already there. / ¥L̦b¨º¸Ì¬O¤w¸g¡C
Before going through the gates and past the sentry¡¦s shocked stares Jay
had to stop, vision suddenly doubling and then clearing with a sudden
burst of pain, to rethink his options. He could tell them about Cross
Karocolm and let Jun do the rest, but then... / ¦b¥h¹L¤§«eªù©M³Q¾_°Êª`µø³¾ªº¹L¥h¨B諸¥²¶·°±¤î,
µø³¥¬ðµM¥[¿µM«á²M±½¥Ñ©óµhWªº¬ðµM¯}µõ, «·s¦Ò¼{¥Lªº¿ï¾Ü¡C ¥L¥i¥H§i¶D¥LÌÃö©ó¥æ¤eªº Karocolm ¦Ó¥BÅý¤»¤ë°µ¨ä¾lªÌ, ¦ý¬O·í®É¡C¡C¡C
-at the most ten days- / - ³Ì¦h¤Q¤Ñ-
His first prayer as he entered the estate was that none of his squad knew
yet. His second was that David Anderson would let him go with them, after
reporting what Katse had let slip. Nothing would be more blessed, or quicker,
he thought, than letting go while in combat. / ¥Lªº²Ä¤@Ó¬èë·í¥L¶i¤J¤§®É¤£°Ê²£¬O¨S¦³¤@Ó¥Lªº¤p¶¤¤´µMª¾¹D¡C
¥Lªº¬í¬O¤j½Ã¦w¼w»¹±N·|©M¥LÌÅý¥L¥h, ¦b³ø§i¤§«á Katse ¦³©ñ¤â¨Ï¨«±¼ªº¡C ¨S¨Æ±N·|¬O§ó¨ü¯¬ºÖªº, ©Î¤ñ¸û§Öªº,¥L·Q,¤ñ¸ûÅý¦b¾Ô°«¤¤¥h¤@·|¨à¡C
Inside, it was near pandemonium. Personnel were coordinating assistance
to all points of the globe; going deeper down into the estate and past
the operations link to Crescent Coral he heard the report that the Beta
Squad¡¦s gunship Black Griffon had been dispatched to Italy. Whatever had
happened, it had to have been bad to send the Griff. Another about an
earthquake in Southern California- the entire San Fernando Valley from
Northridge to Burbank had been flattened, and God almighty the death toll
was high and rising. / ¤º³¡,¥¦¦b¤j²V¶Ãªºªþªñ¡C ¤Hû¥¿¦b¨ó½Õ¹ï©Ò¦³¦a²yªºÂI¨ó§U; §ó²`¤J¦a¥h¶i¤J¤£°Ê²£©M¹L¥h¤§¤ºåP¸¨¤â³N¹ï¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F³ø§i¨©¥¦¤p¶¤ªºªZ¸Ëª½ª@¾÷¶Â¦â¥b·à¥bølªº©ÇÃ~¤w¸g³Q¬£»º¨ì¸q¤j§Qªº·s¤ë§Îªº¬À·ä³sµ²¡C
¤£½×¤°»ò¤w¸gµo¥Í,¥¦¥²¶·¤w¸g¬OÃaªº°e Griff ¡C ¥t¥~Ãö©ó¤@¦¸¦a¾_ªº¨Æ¦b«n¥[¦{- ¾ãÓªº±q Northridge ¨ì§B¯Z§Jªº®áªe Fernando
¤s¨¦¤w¸g³QÅÜ¥, ©M¤W«Ò¸U¯àªº¦º¤`¤H¼Æ¬O°ªªº©M¤W¤Éªº¡C
"At nine-fifty Greenwich Mean Time, there was an earthquake in the
province of Punjab, India, targeted at eight-nine magnitude on the Richter
scale..." an ISO geologist backed by three EDC brass spoke as he
entered the room. The area was filled with people. Against the glass of
the far bay window Jay¡¦s commander Mareccu Dumeneau stood with two Beta
Squad officers and a mix of special forces from the EDC Northern, his
hands tucked firmly into the pockets of his old naval flight jacket. He
caught Jay¡¦s movement off to the side and did a double-take in amazed
and angry surprise. The people in between them shifted to make room for
him as he headed Mareccu¡¦s way. / " ¥H¤EÂI¤¤Q¤ÀÓ®æªL«Âªv¥§¡®É,¦³®Ç¾B´¶¬Ù¡A¦L«×ªº¤@¦¸¦a¾_,
¹ï·Ç¦b¨½§J¯S¾_¯Å¤Wªº¤KÂI¤E¤À¤j¤p¡C¡C¡C"·í¥L¶i¤J¤F©Ð¶¡ªº®ÉÔ¡A¤@Ó¦^¨Ó¤T EDC ¯Ý¸nªº°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¦a½è¾ÇªÌ»¡¡C °Ï°ì¥Rº¡¤H¡C ¬Û¹ï©ó»·ªº¥Yµ¡ªM³¾ªº«ü´§©x
Mareccu Dumeneau ¥H¨Ó¦Û EDC ¥_¤è¤Hªº¤GÓ¨©¥¦¤p¶¤©xû©M¤@Ó¯SºØ³¡¶¤ªº²V¦X¯¸¥ß,¥Lªº¤â°í©T¶i¤J¥LªºÂ®üxªº§¨§J¯Z¾÷ªº¤f³U¤§¤º¥´¾îÁ·¡C
¥L¨«¶}¤Þ°_¤F³¾ªº¹B°Ê¨ìÃä¦Ó¥B°µ¤F¤@Ó¥[¿- ±µ¨ü¦YÅå©M¥Í®ðªº·N¥~¡C ¤H¦b·í¥L±a»â¤F Mareccu's ªº¤èªk¡A¦b¥L̤§¶¡§ïÅÜÅý¥XªÅ¶¡µ¹¥L¡C
"What the hell are you doing?" Mareccu started, low enough to
not be overheard. / " §A¥¿¦b°µ¤°»ò "? ¶}©lªº Mareccu, §C¤U¦a¨¬°÷¨ì¨S³QµL·N¤¤Å¥¨ì¡C
"I¡¦m fine," Jay replied wearily. / " §Ú«Ü¦n ",³¾¯h¦aµªÂСC
"Sure. That gunship was two thousand meters up when we finally spotted
it. What¡¦d you do, transmutation in freefall?" / "½T«H¡C ·í§Ú̳̫á¬Ý¨£¤F¥¦ªº®ÉÔ¨º¤@ÓªZ¸Ëª½ª@¾÷¬O¤G¤d¤½¤Ø´£°ª¡C
What'd §A°µ, ÅܧΦb freefall?"
"Yeah. And then I was hit by a car. What happened in Italy?"
/ "¬Oªº¡C µM«á§Ú³Q¤@½ø¨T¨®¥´¤F¡C ¤°»ò¦b¸q¤j§Qµo¥Í?"
Mareccu shook his head. "Forget it. With two broken ribs and a concussion,
I can¡¦t believe you can walk straight. You¡¦re saying here." / Mareccu
·nÀY¡C "§Ñ°O¥¦¡C ÂǥѤG®ÚÃa±¼ªº¦Ø°©©M¤@Ó¿E°Ê¡A§Ú¤£¯à¬Û«H§A¯àµ§ª½¦a¨«¡C §A¥¿¦b³o¸Ì»¡¡C"
Jay breathed an inward sigh of relief. Mareccu didn¡¦t know yet, which
meant that either David was keeping the news close, or he had chosen not
to counsel them just yet. That was just fine. "Marc, I think I can
handle a simple recon mission," he defended, but Mareccu wasn¡¦t listening.
David Anderson had just entered the room. / ³¾©I§l¤F¤@Án¦w¤ßªº¤º¤ß¼Û®§¡C Mareccu ¨S¦³¤´µMª¾¹D,
·N¿×¤]¤j½Ã¥¿¦b«O¦s·s»Dµ²§ô, ©Î¥L¤w¸g¿ï¾Ü¤£n¦A¶È¶È¤´µM°Óij¥LÌ¡C ¨º¬O¥¿ª½ªº»@´Ú¡C "°¨¥i,§Ú»{¬°¡A§Ú¯à³B²z¤@Ó²³æªº reconnaissance
ªºÂ²ÁY¦r¥ô°È",¥L¨¾Å@¡A¦ý¬O Mareccu ¨S¦³¦bÅ¥¡C ¤j½Ã¦w¼w»¹èè¤~¶i¤J©Ð¶¡¡C
The geologist stopped what he was saying and backed away, making room.
Then Jun silently followed, and they saw her bend down and whisper something
to Key, seated at the front beside Robert. Both their corpsman and helm¡¦s
faces drained of color. She looked even worse. Jun spoke with David for
a moment, showing him the monitor of a laptop computer pointed away from
the crowd. He nodded back in agreement to whatever she added, then faced
the crowd. / ¦a½è¾ÇªÌ°±¤î¤F¥L¥¿¦b»¡¦Ó¥B°hÁYªº,»s³y©Ð¶¡¡C µM«á¤»¤ëÀqÀq¦a¸òÀH¡A¦Ó¥B¥L̨£¨ì¦oªºÅs¦±åP¸¨¦Ó¥B¦Õ»y¬Y¨Æ½Õµ,¦bù«k¯S®ÇÃ䪺«e±§¤¡C
¥L̪º¨âÓ³°xÂåÅ@§L©M²ëªºÁyÃC¦â±Æ¥X·¾¥~¡C ¦o¬Ý¤F¥©Zªº§óÃa¨Æ¡C ¤»¤ë©M¤j½Ã»¡¤@·|¨à,Åã¥Ü¥L»·Â÷¸s²³³Q«ü¥Xªº½¥¤W«¬¹q¸£¹q¸£ªººÊµø¾¹¡C ¥L¦b¦V«á¦aªº¦P·N¤¤ÂIÀY
, ¦o¼W¥[µL½×¤°»ò,µM«á±¹ï¤F¸s²³¡C
"Since this morning we suspected that Gallactor was generating some
underground nuclear tests," Mareccu explained to Jay. "But there¡¦s
been three majors just today, since that volcanic eruption last night.
Every tectonic plate has moved from four central points." / "
¦Û±q¤µ¤Ñ¦±á¥H«á§Ú̲q·Q¡A Gallactor ¥¿¦b²£¥Í¤@¨Ç¦a¤Uªº®Ö¤l´ú¸Õ ",Mareccu ¹ï³¾¸ÑÄÀ¡C " ¦ý¬O¤µ¤Ñ¶È¶È¤w¸g¦³¤TÓ¥D׬ì¥Ø,
¦Û¬Q±ßªº¤õ¤sÃzµo¤§«á¡C ¨CÓªO¶ô¤w¸g±q¥|¤¤¥¡ªºÂI²¾°Ê¡C"
"If they¡¦re causing this artificially on purpose- how the hell could
they pull that off...?" "I don¡¦t know." / "¦pªG¥LÌ¥¿¦b¬G·N¤H¤u¦a¤Þ°_³o¡G
- ¡C¡C¡C?" " §Ú¤£ª¾¹D " ¡C
Then David Anderson began to speak, his wearied gaze scanning the faces
in the room. He caught Jay in the corner and for just a moment he paused,
overwhelming sadness crossing his features. / µM«á¤j½Ã¦w¼w»¹¶}©l»¡,¦b©Ð¶¡¤¤±½´yÁyªº¥L¯hª`µø¡C
¥L®·®»¤F¨¤¸¨ªº³¾©M¹ï©ó¥L¼È°±ªº¥u¬O¤ù¨è,¾î¶V¥Lªº¯S¼xÀ£Ë©Êªº´d«s¡C
Jun looked over at his fallen expression, and only Key and Rob could barely
hear her whisper to him. "Hakase?" / ¤»¤ë¦b¥Lªº¼Z¸¨ªí¹FÂsÄý , ¦Ó¥B¥u½Õµ¦Ó¥B·m¹ÜµLªk¹ï¥LÅ¥¨ì¦oªº¦Õ»y¡C
" Hakase"?
David steeled himself. The room was dead silent. / ¤j½Ã¨Ï¥L¦Û¤v°í¦p¿û¤F¡C ©Ð¶¡¦º¨HÀqªº¡C
"As you all know, we suspected that Gallactor was running underground
nuclear explosions, a theory backed up by the seismic action from the
four central points of initial motion in both the Pacific and the Indian
Oceans." David began. "Not actually the earthquake epicenters
themselves, but points we tracked and monitored as four separate explosive
temblors that shifted the continental plates as much as twenty feet in
some areas, triggering in turn separate earthquakes as far as two thousand
miles away. / " ´N¦p§A¥þ³¡ª¾¹Dªº, §Ú̲q·Q¤F Gallactor ¥¿¦b¶]¦a¤Uªº®Ö¤lÃzµo¡A¤@Ó¦b¤Ó¥¬v©M¦L«×¬v³Q¨Ó¦Û³Ìªì¹B°Êªº¥|¤¤¥¡ÂIªº¦a¾_¦æ°Ê¤ä«ùªº²z½×
" ¡C ¤j½Ã¶}©l¡C " ¤£¹ê»Ú¤W¦a¾_¾_¥¡¥L̦ۤv, ¦ý¬OÂI§ÚÌ°lÂܦӥBºÊµø¦p¥|Ó¦b¤@¨Ç°Ï°ì¤¤§ïÅܤj³°ªººÐ¤l¦h¹F¤G¤Q§`ªº³æ¿W©öÃzµoªº¦a¾_,
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"Just fifteen minutes ago, we received a Gallactor communication
from an unknown source. They are now openly admitting to causing these
earthquakes, and have agreed to cease on the demand that they receive
all command and control of the Untied Nations, and our unconditional surrender."
/ "¦b¤Q¤¤ÀÄÁ¥H«e¶È¶È¡A§Ú̱µ¨ü¤F¨Ó¦Û¤@Ó¥¼ª¾ªº¨Ó·½ Gallactor ·¾³q¡C ¥LÌ¥¿¦b²{¦b¤½¶}¦a©Ó»{¤Þ°_³o¨Ç¦a¾_, ¦Ó¥B¤w¸g¦P·N¦b¥Ḻµ¨ü©Ò¦³ªº«ü¥O©M³Q¤£Ã´ªº°ê®a±±¨î
, ©M§Ú̪ºµL±ø¥óªº©ñ±ón¨D¤W°±¤î¡C"
Instantly the room was rocked, by the angered dissenting shouts of many,
by others questioning how even Gallactor could possibly pull it off. In
the multitude they heard Key, shouting loud and clear above the voices
of the rest. "How? If they think that we can¡¦t trace every source
of the explosions and track down their bases before they make another
quake hit-" / ¥ß§Y¦a©Ð¶¡³Q·n°Ê, ³Q¨º¿E«ã«ù²§Ä³¦h¼Æªº©I³Û, ³Q¨ä¥¦¸ß°Ý¥©Zªº Gallactor ¥i¥H¦p¦ó¥i¯à¦a¨«¶}©Ô¥¦¡C
¦b¦h¼Æ¤¤¥LÌÅ¥¨ì¤FÆ_°Í,©I³Û°ªÁn¦a¦Ó¥B²M·¡¦a°ª©ó¨ä¾lªÌªºÁnµ¡C "¦p¦ó? ¦pªG¥LÌ»{¬°¡A¦b¥L̨ϥt¤@Ó¦a¾_³Q¥´¤§«e , §Ṳ́£¯à°lÂÜÃz¬µªº¨CÓ¨Ó·½¦Ó¥B°lÂܧä¨ì¥L̪º°ò¦-"
"They can," David said. The room hushed. "We¡¦ve analyzed
every location, and have discovered that at the very least, they are trying
for a reaction that might create what¡¦s called ¡¥neutrino lines¡¦. By setting
off neutron reactions up to three miles down, they can melt the crust
completely and create fumarole cracks and voids at the surface. The fumaroles
could eject massive explosions of gasses and ash, devastating the surface
for miles in every direction. If they can send more nuclear blasts penetrating
deep enough, a latticework pattern of flowing irradiated magma- the neutrino
lines- might start a chain reaction that could trigger a shift clear down
to the core and offset entire earth¡¦s gravitational balance." / "
¥L̸˩óÅøÀY ",¤j½Ã»¡¡C ©Ð¶¡µÂÀR¡C "§Ṳ́w¸g¤ÀªR¨CÓ¦aÂI, ¦Ó¥B¤w¸g¦b«D±`³Ì¤ÖªÌµo²{¨º,¥LÌ¥¿¦b¬°¥i¯à³Ð³y³QºÙ¬°¡¥·L¤¤¤l½uªºªF¦è¤ÏÀ³¹Á¸Õ¡C
Âǥѫإ߻·ªº¤¤¤l¤ÏÀ³¨ì¤TùåP¸¨,¥L̯৹¥þ¦a¿Ä¤Æ¥~´ß¦Ó¥B¦bªí±³Ð³y¼Q®ð¤ÕµõÁ_©MªÅµê¡C ¼Q®ð¤Õ¥i¥H³v©ñ gasses ©M¦ÇªºÃe¤jÃz¬µ,¬°¨CÓ¤è¦Vªºù·´Ãaªí±¡C
¦pªG¥L̯à°e , §ó¦hªº®Ö¤lºR´Ý±Ó¾Uªº²`¥R¨¬,·ÓÄ£©¥¼ßªº¬y°Ê®æ¤l¨å«¬-·L¤¤¤l±Æ¦¨¤@¦æ- ¥i¯à¶}©l¤@Ó¥i¥H²M·¡¦a¤Þ°_Åܤƪº³sÂê¤ÏÀ³åP¸¨¨ì®Ö¤ß¦Ó¥BÀ±¸É¤F¾ãÓªº¦a²y«¤Oªº¥¿Å¡C"
"That¡¦s impossible!" someone shouted. Several more shouted up
in disbelief. / " ¨º¬O¤£¥i¯àªº "! ¬Y¤H©I³Û¡C ¤@¨Ç§ó¦h©I³Û¦b¤£«H¥õ¤¤¤W±¡C
David raised one hand to quiet them. "No, it¡¦s understandable not
to be able to believe it. I can¡¦t myself. I can¡¦t imagine even them conceiving
such a horrible plot, but that is their intent, and we must take them
seriously." / ³Q¤É°_¤@ªº¤j½Ã¶Ç»¼ÀR¤î¥LÌ¡C "¤£¡A¤£¯à°÷¬Û«H¥¦¬O¥i¥H²z¸Ñªº¡C §Ú¤£¯à§Ú¦Û¤v¡C §Ú¤£¯à¬Æ¦Ü·Q¹³¥L̺c«ä¤@Ó¦p¦¹¥i©Èªº±¡¸`,
¦ý¬O¥L̪º·N¹Ï¡A¦Ó¥B§Ṳ́@©wnÄY«¦a±a¥LÌ¡C"
"What¡¦s the time frame?" Mareccu called out. / " ²{¦b´XÂIÄÁÅé®æ
"? Mareccu ¤j¥s¡C
Now David looked more drained than ever. "They haven¡¦t given us one.
If this is a bluff on their part, then we have to call it. Annihilation
or complete Gallactor control, either way with them is doomed. Our only
hope is to try to track their bases of operation down and systematically
wipe them out." / ²{¦b¤j½Ã¬Ý§ó¦hªº±Æ¥X·¾¥~¶W¹L´¿¸g¡C "¥L̨S¦³µ¹§Ṳ́@¡C ¦pªG³o¬O¦b¥L̪º³¡¥÷¤Wªº¤@ÓÂ_±V,¨º»ò§ÚÌ¥²¶·©I¥s¥¦¡C
Äè·À©Î§¹¥þªº Gallactor ±±¨î,¥ô¤@¤èªk¥Ñ©ó¥L̳Q©R¤¤ª`©w¡C §Ú̪º°ß¤@§Æ±æ¬O¸ÕµÛ§â¥L̪º¤â³N°ò¦°lÂܤU¨Ó¨Ã¥B¦³¨t²Î¦aÀ¿«ø¥X¥LÌ¡C"
He spoke directly to a Beta Squad officer standing aside. "Captain
Romero, you and your squad will investigate the Philippine Gallactor installations;
you will be briefed further and given coordinates during your gunship¡¦s
launch. Velacruz, yours must go to Alaska and search for any Gallactor
activity in the North Pacific- they might target the Aleutian Islands."
The room quickly emptied, and in the middle of it Mareccu caught their
orders to go undersea and track the Mid-Atlantic Ridge into Iceland. /
¥Lª½±µ¦a¹ï¤@Ó¯¸¥ß®Ç¥Õªº¨©¥¦¤p¶¤©xû»¡¡C "²îªø Romero, §A©M§Aªº¤p¶¤±N½Õ¬dµá«ß»«ªº Gallactor ¦w¸Ë; §A±N§ó¶i¤@¨B³Q§@ºKn©M¦b§AªºªZ¸Ëª½ª@¾÷ªºµo®g´Á¶¡µ¹¤©ªº§¤¼Ð¡C
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