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 ½s¿è
Characters copyright Gatchaman: Tatsunoko Productions; Battle of the Planets: Sandy Frank Productions. / ­Ó©Êª©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§Ú­Ì¦b¥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¤@­ÓªÍªºªvÀø®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§Ú­ÌµM«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§Ú­ÌµLªkºë½T¦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¥L­Ìªº 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¬°¤@­Ó³Ã¥ë»¡«Ü¦h¦³±a¤U¨Ó Gallactor §@¾Ô¾÷¾¹ÀY¦b¤§¤W¡C ¥L­Ì¨Ó¦Û¬í­Ó©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?" "§Ú­è­è¥´¹q¸Üµ¹¤F¥L¡C ¥L¬O¦b³~¤¤¦V¤W¡C"
"How long have we got?" / " §Ú­Ì¤w¸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¥L­Ìªº 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§_¥L­Ì¤]¤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§Ú­Ì¯à½T©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÷¶}¥L­Ë¶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§Ú­Ì¤@©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®É­ÔºË·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¥L­Ì¹êÅç«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¥L­Ì¦³¦b¥L­Ìªº³B²z, ¥L­Ì¶W¹L¦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 ¥L­Ì¦b®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¥L­Ì±N·|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¥L­Ì§Ë½¤p¤s¥Ñ©ó¨º¹êÅç«Ç«O«ù,¨`¼öªº pyroclastic ¬y°Ê¦b¥L­Ìªº¯»¸H¨­Åé«á­±ªº¥¿ª½²@¬í,ºu°Ê¤U¨Ó¨º­Ó±Y¼ì¦Ó¥B·»¸Ñ¤@­Ó¶Â¦âªº¼é¦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¥L­Ì¤§¤¤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°lÂܪ̥L­Ì¦³, ´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·Æ­Ë¶]±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¬O­È±o¡C ¦ý¬O¦A¤@¦¸µM«á¡A¤pª¯- ª¯ªº¯«±¡¬O¥¦®³ªº¥þ³¡,µM«á©M²{¦b¡C
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¤@­Ó¥Î¤â³B²zªº¤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©ü­Ëªº®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 §Ú­Ìª¾¹D¤°»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¤@­Ó³Ì²Ä¤G­Ó¤@­Ó¶Â·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¥L­Ì¤§¤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¯h­Âµo¥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¥L­Ìµn³°¡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 ¤s©i¤£¨£¤F¡C ³¾¦b­¼«È®y¦ì¤§¤W­Ë¶ò, ı¹î¬ðµM§@µ³¤òª¬­¸´²¥X¡C ¥L¤ß¤£¦b²j¦aÀ¿¤F¦b¥Lªº«eÃB¤Wªº¤@°¦¤â,·PıªÅ®ðÅn¤w¸g¿ù¹Lªº¦å·Å·x¦Ã¸ñ,µM«á±Ó±¶¦aÃö©ó³Ð¶Ë§Ñ°O¡C ¥Lªº Sig Sauer ¦b®y¦ì¤§¤U¡C ¥LÅ¥¨ì¤F¥L­ÌªºÁn­µ,³nªº©MÂÔ·Vªº, ©M©ï°_²Ä¤@­Ó¦^¦X¶i¤Jªº¨ÓºÖºjªº¦æ°Ê§Ö¤jÁn¥w½|¡C ¥L§ì¦í¤F Sig ªº·ÏÀY, ¦ý¬OµLªk¦b¥Lªº¤â¤¤·Pı¥¦°íµwªº¡C ¥Lªº¥k¤â¥¿¦b¨ë¦b©M±qµh­W¡C ±ÛÂà±iªº¥¦¥¿¦b½Òµ{¤U¨Ó¥Lªº­I³¡¡C
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 ¥L­Ìªº¨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¥L­Ì½¥®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 ¤@­Ó«á­±ªº³¡¤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¥L­Ìªº¦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¤@­Ó¤ß¸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¥L­Ì¦³®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¥L­Ìªº¨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¤@­Ó¤æ½´ ",¥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. / ¥L­Ì¦Û¤vªº, ¦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×¥L­Ì¦b¦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¸ûÁà­®¡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±ªº¾ã­ÓªÅ¶¡¥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®É­Ô¥æ´«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¥L­Ìªº§â´¤¨Ã¥BºCºC¦a°hÁY¡C ³¾±q¥Lªº²´·ú¨¤¸¨¬Ý¥L­ÌºM°h,ºCºC¦a©ñÃP,¥Lªº±q¥L­Ìªººò´¤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¤@­Ó®É¶¡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§Ú­Ì²Õ´- 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¦a­Ê¾a¡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»O­Ê¾a¤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¦o­Ë¶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§Ú­Ì¬Ý¬Ý¬O§_§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¤@­Ó°Êª«§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¥L­Ì¨â­Ó¥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¥L­Ìªº«R¸¸¨­¤W­×²z¡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 ¥L­Ì¨S¦³¤@­Óª¾¹D¡C
And now they had him. / ¦Ó¥B²{¦b¥L­Ì¦³¤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¦a­Ê¾a,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¥L­Ì¤@°_¤À¨Éªº¤O¶q¦WºÙ, ¤w¸g¶V¹L³d¥ôªº§ô¿£»»»·¦a¶i®iªº¬Y¨Æ¨ì¶W¹L®a®x¡C¡C¡C¥L­Ìªº²ë¤âù«k¯S Harper's ªº®e©ö©M©ñÃPªº¦N²»ª«,¥L­Ìªº«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? ¥L­Ì¬O¥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»Ö­Ë¶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¤@­Ó«á­±ªº³¡¤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¥L­Ì¤£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¥L­Ìªº¨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¥L­Ì¦y¥s°±¤î¤õ¡C
Every round punched into empty wallspace. Their target had already disappeared. / ¨C¤@¦^¦X¶i¤JªÅªº wallspace ¤§¤º¥H®±­«À»¡C ¥L­Ìªº¥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¦a­Ê¾a,®·®»¨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¥L­Ì³Â¤ìªº¡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¤@­Ó®É¶¡ªº¨Æ¥ó, µL½×¦p¦óÃøªº¥L­Ì¹ï§Ü§Ú­Ì,¦]¬°§Ú­Ìªº¤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¥L­Ì±N­n¦p¦ó¥Î¨ü¶Ëªº G ®T¼Ö¥L­Ì¦Û¤v- 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 ¥L­Ì¦b¤@­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¥L­Ìªº¨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¥Bí©w¥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¬O­Ë¶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¥L­Ì¦Û¤v¡C ¤À§O¦a¡A¥L­Ì¨S¦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 " ¥L­Ì¦Û±q¬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¥L­Ì¬O©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§Ú­Ì¶W¹L­pµe¥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¥L­Ìªº«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§Ú­Ì¶}©l,¤£¨Ï G ªº³Ñ¾l¥|­Ó¦¨­û¬Ûµ¥- ¤O¶q±N¦h¬O·Ð´oÃö©ó¡C ¾÷·|¬O,·í¥L­Ì¦Ò¼{§Ú­Ìªº­n¨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 ¥L¥i©È¦a¨ü¶Ë¡C¡C¡C
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¤@­Ó¥Õ¦âªº©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¥L­Ì¦b§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 ¥L­Ì±N·|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¤T­Ó«Â¯Ù¥Í©Rªº 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¥L­Ì¤°»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¥L­Ì«á­±¬O¦bª¾¹D¤è­±¦ºªº®£Äß G-Forcer ±N­nµL½×¦p¦ó¹ý©³¦a¨£¨ì¥L­Ì¦Ó¥Bª¾¹D¨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§Ú­Ì±N¬OÁp¦X°êªº¦w¥þ²z¨Æ·|ªº³Ì·s´À´«¡C ¥ô¦óªº§ó¦h©M¥L­Ì±Nµo²{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¥L­Ì¥ß¨è¾A¦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. / ¥L­Ì¦b¨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¨B­ïªº¥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¥L­Ì¤§¶¡§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¯h­Â¦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§Ú­Ì³Ì«á¬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¥L­Ì¨£¨ì¦oªºÅs¦±åP¸¨¦Ó¥B¦Õ»y¬Y¨Æ½Õ­µ,¦bù«k¯S®ÇÃ䪺«e­±§¤¡C ¥L­Ìªº¨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§Ú­Ì²q·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¯h­Âª`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, §Ú­Ì²q·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_¥¡¥L­Ì¦Û¤v, ¦ý¬OÂI§Ú­Ì°lÂܦӥBºÊµø¦p¥|­Ó¦b¤@¨Ç°Ï°ì¤¤§ïÅܤj³°ªººÐ¤l¦h¹F¤G¤Q§`ªº³æ¿W©öÃzµoªº¦a¾_, ¦b±ÛÂà¤À¶}¦a¾_¤¤Ä²µo·í°µ»»»·¦a·í°µ¤G¤d­ù¤§»·¡C
"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§Ú­Ì±µ¨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¥L­Ì±µ¨ü©Ò¦³ªº«ü¥O©M³Q¤£Ã´ªº°ê®a±±¨î , ©M§Ú­ÌªºµL±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¥L­Ì¨Ï¥t¤@­Ó¦a¾_³Q¥´¤§«e , §Ú­Ì¤£¯à°lÂÜÃz¬µªº¨C­Ó¨Ó·½¦Ó¥B°lÂܧä¨ì¥L­Ìªº°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." / " ¥L­Ì¸Ë©óÅøÀY ",¤j½Ã»¡¡C ©Ð¶¡µÂÀR¡C "§Ú­Ì¤w¸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¸¨,¥L­Ì¯à§¹¥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¥L­Ì¯à°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¥L­Ìºc«ä¤@­Ó¦p¦¹¥i©Èªº±¡¸`, ¦ý¬O¥L­Ìªº·N¹Ï¡A¦Ó¥B§Ú­Ì¤@©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 "¥L­Ì¨S¦³µ¹§Ú­Ì¤@¡C ¦pªG³o¬O¦b¥L­Ìªº³¡¥÷¤Wªº¤@­ÓÂ_±V,¨º»ò§Ú­Ì¥²¶·©I¥s¥¦¡C Äè·À©Î§¹¥þªº Gallactor ±±¨î,¥ô¤@¤èªk¥Ñ©ó¥L­Ì³Q©R¤¤ª`©w¡C §Ú­Ìªº°ß¤@§Æ±æ¬O¸ÕµÛ§â¥L­Ìªº¤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 Velacruz,§Aªº¥²¶·¦b¤Ó¥­

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