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合金装备1官方小说(中英)第二章

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TODAY


THE SWIMMER DELIVERY VEHICLE shot out of the Ohio-class submarine’s torpedo tube and sliced its way through the subzero salt water toward the dock. With no propulsion system, the device was silent and stealthy as it made its way within range of the destination.

  It didn’t feel as cold as he had expected.

  The figure that clung to the SDV was dressed in a polithermal bodysuit, goggles, and scuba gear. The so-called sneaking suit protected him from the extreme temperature, but Dr. Hunter had told him that the shot she’d given him also was containing an antifreezing peptide to keep the blood and other body fluids from turning to ice, which could easily happen in the waters of Alaska’s Fox Archipelago.

  The Fox Islands were clustered in the Aleutian chain, just east of Samalga Pass and the Islands of Four Mountains group. They were notorious for being difficult to navigate because of recurring adverse weather conditions and an abundance of reefs. As a result, the submarine had to remain a significant distance out to sea; thus the need for what Campbell had called a surgical insemination.

  The man rode the SDV for nearly a nautical mile, at which point the missile’s forward thrust began to decline. They trick was to guide the thing to make a soft landing on the rocky, icy ocean floor. Allowing the device to tilt slightly to the right or left not only could cause a dangerous collision but also could alert the enemy’s sonar to its location.

  The rider used both hands to keep the steering mechanism steady as the SDV slowed, drifted lower, and eventually speared over the icy bottom with a smooth thud. When it came to a stop, Solid Snake checked the Codec and verified his GPS position, pushed away from the device, and swam toward the dock.

  Snake might have questioned the wisdom of keeping fit after he supposedly had retired. If he had only gained a few pounds and done noting but sit and watch television, Campbell might have had second thoughts about his taking the job. The fact that Snake was in superb shape gave Campbell another excuse to think that his man was ready to come back to work, even though Snake had fled to the middle of nowhere trying to escape the life.

  But he was suddenly thankful that he was in excellent shape, for Snake encountered powerful currents that were preventing him from reaching ground. He struggled hard against them, staying focused, concentrating on the breathing and appropriate muscle groups he needed to get through this, the first of many hurdles he would have to overcome before accomplishing his goals. Eventually he arrived at the dock several seconds ahead of schedule. He was glad to use them to rest and get his bearings.

  Shadow Moses Island. I made it.

  Slowly and quietly, the man with the code name Solid Snake surfaced to his nose and peered at the platform. Floodlights illuminated the area, but the icy wind obscured much of the visibility in all directions. The cargo dock was empty, and so Snake took hold of a support and grasped it tightly. Like a salamander slipping across a stone, he climbed the support, slid onto the platform, and darted to the shadows at the side of the water filtration tank. He was out of sight there, so he removed the tank and flippers and laid them against the wall.

  That’s it. Just a few moments to recharge. Wish I had a cigarette.

  Snake closed his eyes and began his relaxation exercises. In sixty seconds he’d be like new.

  As part of the meditation, Snake sometimes allowed his mind to drift over the events of events of earlier hours. That helped put the mission in focus.


Chapter2

今天
蛙人运输艇从俄亥俄号潜艇的鱼雷舱中急射而出,划过冰冷彻骨的海水,直指码头。由于没有任何动力推进系统,它能够静谧地接近它的目的地。
没有他想象的那么冷。
运输艇中的那个身影穿着高聚保温作战服,戴着护目镜和水肺——那套所谓的潜入服能够保护他免受外界低温的伤害。此外,Hunter博士曾告诉他,为他注射的那剂包含了防冻肽的针剂也能够保证他的体温,防止他的体液在阿拉斯加狐狸群岛冰冷的海水中冻结。
狐狸群岛是阿留申群岛中的一串岛屿,位于萨马尔加海峡(Samalga Pass)与四山岛群(Islands of Four Mountains group)以东。它们由于周期性的恶劣气候和周边众多的暗礁而闻名。因此,潜艇不得不停留在海岸线外一定的距离,并且能够达到Campbell所谓“一次性人工授精”的距离。
这个神秘的战士驾驶着SDV穿过两海里,渐渐地鱼雷的动力已经消耗殆尽,如何让它完成一次软着陆在这冰冷的、岩石丛生的海床上成为了一个棘手的问题,稍微偏一点不仅可能会致命,更有可能触发敌人的声纳警报。
他用努力保持着运输艇的稳定,最终运输艇成功地进入了冰封的海床。他检查了一下Codec,调整了一下GPS位置,跃出舱门,游向码头。
看来Snake在退伍后保持强健的体魄是明智的,假如这些年他仅仅是坐在电视前增长了几磅的赘肉,Campbell恐怕就要找第二人选了。但是,事实上正是由于Snake的完美体型给了上校一个寻他回来工作借口,但事实上Snake躲到了天涯海角也没法逃避这样的生活。
他很庆幸自己保持了完美的状态,因为他很快偶遇了一股阻碍他登上海岸的洋流。他集中注意力,协调呼吸与肌肉,挣扎着抵御这任务进程中的第一道障碍。最终他比预期提前登上了码头,能够利用这节余的时间去休息一下,找回方向感。
影子摩西,我来了。
十分隐蔽地,这个代号Solid Snake的男人潜出水面,凝视了一下平台。尽管泛光灯照亮了这片区域,但是凛冽的冷风遮掩了大多数能够看见的事物。这个卸货码头空荡荡的。Snake紧紧抓住一个支撑,像一只火蜥蜴般贴着岩石划过,攀上了平台,紧接着窜入一个滤水器的阴影之中。现在谁也看不见他了,他卸下氧气瓶和脚蹼,将它们倚在墙边。
可以了。只需要几分钟恢复一下。有枝烟该多好!
Snake闭上双眼开始放松练习,不需要一分钟,他就将焕然一新。
Snake有时在冥想中让自己的思绪漂回过去的几个小时,这能让他更集中于任务。

TWO DAYS EARLIER

HE HAD BEEN dreaming about gathering blueberries and salmonberries with a mind toward feeding the huskies he’d been training for the Great Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race when his internal alarm jolted Snake awake.

  He listened for a repetition of the sound that had infiltrated his sleep.

  There. A footstep crunching something outside the cabin.

  How come the huskies didn’t bark?

  Snake leaped out of bed, grabbed the 9-mm Heckler & Koch P7 from his gun clipboard, and snapped a magazine into it. He then carefully peered out of the frost-covered window to see three figures darting through the trees behind the cabin.

  Black ops. Armed. With assault rifles.

  “Who the hell are these guys?” Snake muttered aloud. He quickly took the bulletproof vest, from the table and threw it around himself. He had just finished snapping the last strap when he heard the men in the other room, on the other side of the bedroom door. Snake quickly assumed a firing stance at the side of the door, ready foe their intrusion.

  “Combat operative Solid Snake!” called a voice. “We are your friends! Please throw down your weapon! We’re under orders form Colonel Roy Campbell! I repeat, throw down your weapon! We’re here form Colonel Roy Campbell!”
  
  Campbell? What the hell?

  Snake figured the soldiers were using thermal imaging to determine that he was standing in the other room with a pistol in hand. And since Campbell was the only person who knew that Snake lived like a hermit in a remote cabin near Twin Lakes in the Alaskan wilderness, he reluctantly placed the handgun on the table.
“We’re entering your room. Please raise your hands and do not move! ”

  Snake did as he was told.

  Two combat soldiers burst into the room, faced Snake, and pointed their rifles at him.

  “Uhm, the door was unlocked, boys,” Snake said. “You didn’t have to break it down.”

  “Get dressed, please,” one of the men ordered. “The colonel is waiting.”

  Snake sighed heavily. “He’d better have one hell of a good reason for this.”

  Five minutes later Snake and six soldiers were trudging through the newly fallen snow to a transport helicopter that had landed a hundred meters away. Snake figured he hadn’t heard the chopper because the wind was strong that morning. A major storm was about to come through.

  The next hour went by in a blur as the helicopter flew out of sea and made a rendezvous with the SSBN-732 Discovery, Colonel Campbell’s mobile headquarters, a submarine currently floating in the Bering Sea. The men escorted Snake through the bowels of the boat until he was placed in what appeared to be the medic’s examination room. Snake was told to strip to his underwear, as he needed to undergo some tests.

  “The hell I will,” Snake grumbled.

  “You don’t have a choice, soldier,” one of the men replied. “Just do it.” When they left him alone, Snake decided to play along. Perhaps they’d send in a pretty nurse to take care of him. It had been a while since he’d seen a female, much less touched one.

  After he had been sitting in his shorts for fifteen minutes-he’d kept his beloved bandana on his head-one of the few men Snake called a friend entered the room. Since the officer had been the commander of FOXHOUND while Snake had been a member, the two men had forged a bond that had endured beyond Snake’s self-imposed retirement.

  “Snake. You look well.”

  Snake didn’t want to say that the colonel appeared older. After all, the man was in his sixties. Colonel Campbell was dressed, as usual, in his old Green Beret uniform, even though he was no longer part of that elite outfit.

  “Thanks, Colonel. You look …stressed. ”

  Campbell shrugged. “Comes with the job.”

  “You interrupted a very pleasant dream I was having about berries. This had better be good.”

  “Sorry if the boys were a little rough. Snake, we need you. This isn’t good, but it’s big. ”

  “Colonel…”

  “Snake, we’ve got a serious situation, and you’re the only man who can get us out of it.”

  “You know I’m retired FOXHOULD, Colonel. I don’t take orders anymore.”

  “Let me tell you what’s up and you’ll change your mind. You know FOXHOUND splintered and many of the Next Generation Special Forces banded together and became a renegade group of terrorists-for lack of a better word – hell-bent on taking whatever they want and doing whatever they deem necessary to accomplish their goals.”

  “I heart something about it.”

  “Well, about five hours ago, our nuclear weapons disposal facility on Shadow Moses Island was attacked and captured by those renegades, led by members of FOXHOUND. They’re holding hostages and demanding that the government turn over the remains of Big Boss. They say that if their demands are not met within twenty-four hours, they’ll laungh a nuke.”

  A shadow passed over Snake’s face at the mention of the name. “Big Boss… my- ”

  “Your father. Yes.”

  Snake frowned in confusion. “Why do they want … a corpse?”
A woman dressed in a white lab coat came into the room. She carried a hypodermic and was smiling. Snake found her attractive and guessed that she was in her late twenties.
  
  At last!
  “Who’s she?” he asked.

  “This is Doctor Naomi Hunter, the unit’s chief medic. She’s also an expert in gene therapy.”

  She pointed the needle at him and said, “This won’t hurt a bit.”
  
  “What’s that?”

  “I’ll tell you in a minute.” She proceeded to sterilize his arm and give him the shot before he could protest.

  “Damn it, Colonel. I haven’t agreed - ”

  “Shut up and let me finish, Snake.”

  When she was done, Dr. Hunter stepped back but remained in the room. The colonel continued. “They don’t necessarily want Big Boss’s corpse; they want cell specimens that contain his genetic information.”

  “What for?”

  “Gene therapy. So they can better themselves.”

  Dr. Hunter spoke in a cultured accent that was not quite British but certainly Ivy League. “They can enhance their Next Gen forces with the cells. They military has been working toward identifying the genes that make what they hope to be perfect soldiers. Once the genes are identified, we can splice them into regular troops and then -”

  “Turn them into supermen.”

  “Yes. So far we’ve discovered about sixty of these ‘soldier genes’ in Big Boss.”

  Snake shook his head in disbelief. “So his body was recovered after all.”

  Campbell said, “Yeah. His cells have remained frozen in a cryochamber. His genomic information is, well, priceless.”

  “Priceless for the military, you mean.”

  “Snake, you can understand why we can’t simply hand over his body. It’s more valuable as a weapon than any WMD our enemies could threaten us with.”

  Dr. Hunter added, “His body was severely burned, but it was possible to restore his DNA profile from just a single strand of hair.”
“Who are these terrorists?” Snake asked.

  Dr. Hunter replied, “Uhm, they’re calling themselves the Son of Big Boss.”

  “Listen,” Campbell said. “Even the existence of this genome army is a national secret of the highest order. We had been hoping to investigate this thing quietly and deal with it behind closed doors.”

  Snake sighed and said, “Okay. How many genome soldiers do they have with them?”

  “Dozens,” Campbell answered.

  “Don’t tell me,” Snake said. “I’m going in alone.”

  Campbell allowed himself a smile. “Is there any other way?”Snake turned to Dr. Hunter. “What the hell was in that shot?”
“An antifreezing peptide to protect you from the cold. It also contains nanomachines to replenish adrenaline, nutrition, and sugars. And to top it off, there are nootropics- a class of drugs that will help improve your mental functioning.” The woman’s eyes sparkly; she seemed pleased with herself.

  “Aren’t you jumping the gun? I haven’t said yes yet.” Snake nodded at Campbell. “Why are you involved in this, Colonel? I thought you’d retired, too.”

  Snake detecked a slight hesitation when Campbell replied. “Not too many people know FOXHOUND as well as I do.”

  “Yeah? And what’s the real reason?”

  “Okay, I’ll be frank. A person very dear to me is one of the hostages. My niece, Meryl Silverburgh.”

  “What was she doing there?”

  “She’s one of us, an operative, although a very young and inexperienced one. She was assigned to the Shadow Moses Facility as an intern, so to speak. When several of the base soldiers were reported missing, she was called in as an emergency replacement. No sooner had she arrived than the revolt occurred.”

  “Has she been in contact with you?”

  “No. We believe that either she’s in hiding or she’s a prisoner along with oter civilian employees there. I don’t dare think of the, umh, other possibility.”

  Snake narrowed his eyes at Campbell. “Why would you allow someone so green to be sent here?”

  “It was her choice. She was my little brother’s girl. He and Meryl’ smother never married, so Meryl used her mother’s last name. My brother died in the Gulf War when she was ten years old, and since then I’ve been watching after her. She’s old enough to make her own decisions, although she’s not even twenty yet. She’s a good soldier, Snake. She’s quite adept at hand weapons, and I think you’ll find she’s quite good at stealth. She knows her way around computers and electric circuitry as well. If you can find her, she could be a valuable ally once you’re inside.”

  Snake didn’t particularly want a teenage girl an an ally, no matter how good she was at repairing burned-out wall outlets.
He sighed again and asked, “What do I have to do?”

  Campbell almost couldn’t contain his joy that his most trusted operative had more or less agreed to the mission. “You’ll have two objectives. First, you need to infiltrate the facility and rescue two VIP hostages.”

  “Your niece and who else? ”

  “Not my niece. She’s not the objective. If you can find her, great.” Campbell looked down. “But if you can’t, then-”

  “I’ll find her. Who are the two VIPs?”

  “DARPA chief Donald Anderson, and the president of ArmsTech, Kenneth Baker. ”

  Snake nodded. He knew that DARPA was the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. ArmsTech was the corporation that supplied weapons and arms research for the U.S. military. Heavy-duty hostages.

  “What business did those guys have at a nuclear weapons disposal facility?”

  “The truth is that secret exercises were being conducted at the time the terrorist group attacked.”

  “Huh, Must’ve been pretty important exercises if those two were involved. What were they doing, testing some new kind of weapon?”

  “I’m not privy to that information.”

  “Well, who’s in charge of this operation, Colonel?”

  “The president of the United States, Snake. ”

  “So if the terrorists have a nuke, shouldn’t the president and his cronies issue a COG?”

  “Not yet. Jim Houseman has operational control and is fully aware of the situation. After you infiltrate, if you determine they possess nuclear launch capabilities, a COG will be issued.”

  Then it was clear. Houseman was the U.S. secretary of defense and a member of the mysterious OSI, an FBI-like organization that conducted criminal investigations among military employees, soldiers, and related civilians. His service record dated back to the Vietnam days. Snake nodded and said, “I see. And what’s the second objective?”

  “It’s what I just said. You need to investigate whether the terrorists really have the ability to launch a nuclear strike – and stop them if they do. They’ve already told us they have a warhead, and they gave us the serial number. It was confirmed as authentic
“Isn’t there some kind of safety device to prevent this page of terrorism?”.

  “Uh-huh. Every missile and warhead in our arsenal is equipped with a PAL that uses a discrete detonation code.

  “PAL?”
  
  “Permissive Action Link. That’s the safety control built into all nuclear weapons systerms. But even so, we can’t rest easy. The DARPA chief knows the detonation code”

  “Sheesh. That means it’ll be on the front page of the National Enquirer tomorrow. But even if they have a nuclear warhead, it must have been removed from its missile. All the missiles on these disposal sites are supposed to be dismantled, right? It’s not that easy to get your hands on an ICBM. Right?”

  “That used to be true, Snake, but since the end of the Cold War, you can get anything if you have enough money and the right connections. Do you understand the seriousness of the situation now?”

  Snake stood and stretched. “Okay, I guess you have me, Colonel. But you owe me. Big time.”

  “Your country won’t forget it, Snake. By the way, I’m not a colonel anymore. I’m just a retired old warhorse.”

  “Sure… Colonel. I assume this is a weapons and equipment OSP.”

  “On Site Procurement is the norm; you know that. We’ll outfit you with a SOCOM going in, though.”

  “A handgun? Damn, Colonel…Hope that doesn’t put you over budget.”

  “Cut the sarcasm, Snake. Remember, this is top-secret black ops. Don’t except any official support. We’ll be in constant contact through your Codec, you know, provide you with maps and tactical advice- you know the drill.”

  “Tell me more about the facility.”

  “Unfortunately, it’s primarily a hardened underground base. Even with our most advanced intelligence-gathering equipment, we can’t tell what’s happening on the inside.”

  “Peachy. Who else is on the team?”

  “Let’s go in the control room. I’ll introduce you. Oh, uhm, after you’re dressed.”

  The colonel and Dr. Hunter left the room while Snake donned the special skintight suit that had been in the room when he’d arrived. “Ten minutes later, he emerged, looking more like the Solid Snake combat operative Colonel Campbell had known.”

  The control room was the hotbed of mission activity. Workstations were arranged in a circle, with each member of the team positioned at a designated station responsible for a single aspect of the mission. As commander, Campbell usually remained in the center of the circle, having easy access to each workstation.
First, Campbell introduced Snake to a very young Chinese girl who sat at a bank of computers. Snake thought she was definitely a babe but way too young for him.

  “This is Mei Ling. She’s our communications officer, specializes in image and data processing. Besides mine, you’ll hear her voice a lot through the Codec’s in-ear transmitter.”

  “Hello,” she said with a smile.

  The codec, he reflected, was an ingenious invention. The Codifying Satellite Communication Systerm incorporated anti wiring coding, digital real-time burst communication, sonarutilization, and radar. Normal communication was instantly codified, compressed, and transmitted in a bust one microsecond in length. However, Snake could receive it in real time, unscrambled and decoded. Special earplugs received the transmission and stimulated the small bones of his ear so that no onebut him would hear the sound. And he could contact any member of the team with a speed-dial button corresponding to his or her code frequency.

  Snake thought Mei Ling resembled a manga character come to life. He shook her hand. “I didn’t expect a designer of world-class military technology to be so cute.”

  She gave him a sideways glance. “You’re just flattering me.”
“I’m serious! Now I know I won’t be bored for the next twenty-four, er, eighteen hours.”

  “Hmm, I can’t believe I’m being hit on by the famous Solid Snake.”

  Campbell led Snake to another computer bank, switched on a monitor, and fiddled with a knob until the image of a woman in her thirties appeared on the screen. She had short blond hair and East European appearance.

  “This is Nastasha Romanenko, our nuclear weapons expert. She analyzes military hardware and ordnance. She’s you tech guru via Codec, Snake.”

  “I am so very glad to meet you, Snake,” the women said.
Snake pinpointed the dialect. “Ukraine,” he said.

  “How did you know?”

  “I guessed, Is that where you are? Ukraine?”

  “No, I’m in sunny southern California. LA.”

  “Lucky you.”

  Campbell continued. “Dr. Hunter you’ve already met. She’ll be the medical officer on the mission. Did you know her grandfather was Hoover’s assistant secretary in the FBI?”

  “Is that so?” Snake asked. “And that gives you the qualifications to be chief medical officer?”

  “No, but remember, I’ve already seen you naked.”

  “Do I get a prize for that?”

  Dr. Hunter gave him a wicked smile and retorted, “Well, if you make it back in one piece, maybe I’ll let you see me naked.”

  “Whoa! Colonel, when do I start?”

  “Settle down, Snake. Do you have any questions? Real ones, that is?”

  “No, but I wish you’d rustle Master Miller out of retirement. I miss his cranky pep talks.”

  Snake had hoped hat former FOXHOUND trainer and mentor, whose real name was McDonnel Benedict Miller, would be present. Miller also had retired to the Alaskan wilderness, but Snake had not crossed paths with him in years.

  Campbell chuckled. “Snake, you’ll be happy to know that Master Miller has agreed to support you with aid via the Codec.”

  “You found him?”

  “Not exactly. But we’re in touch. Don’t be surprised if you suddenly hear his voice when you’re surrounded by a dozen genome soldiers.”

  A navy serviceman entered the room and saluted. “Colonel, we’re approaching the launch site.”

  “Thank you, Ensign,” Campbell said. He returned the salute and addressed Snake. “Get the rest of your gear on. We don’t have much time.”
两天前
Snake被警觉的本能惊醒的时候,他刚刚梦见他一边采集着蓝草莓和鲑鱼子一边盘算着等会喂饱他心爱的哈士奇犬,这些哈士奇是他为了参加爱迪塔洛德狗拉雪橇赛而训练的。
他听着这个惊醒他的声音的回响——在那里,那是屋外吱嘎作响的脚步声。
为什么哈士奇犬没有吠叫?
Snake跃下床,从枪套中拔出9mm口径的H&K P7,插进一支弹夹。接着他小心翼翼的透过结满冰霜的窗户凝视着那三个蹿过小木屋后树木间的身影。特种部队,全副武装,配备了突击步枪。
“这帮该死的家伙是谁?”Snake低声喃喃。他迅速从桌上拿起防弹背心套在身上。在他刚将最后一根带子绑紧时,他就听见卧室另一侧的房间内那个男人的脚步声。Snake立即在门边摆好射击架势,等着这些不速之客进来。
“特工Solid Snake”一个声音传来,“我们是你的朋友,请放下武器!我们是受Roy Campbell上校的指示前来的。重复一遍,放下武器,我们受命于Campbell上校。”
Campbell?搞什么鬼?
Snake意识到了他们携带有热成像仪,知道他在卧室里拿着手枪枕戈而待。既然Campbell是唯一知道Snake在双子湖畔的小木屋隐居的人,那么看来他们说的是实话,他很不情愿的把枪放在了桌子上面。
“我们进来了,请举起双手不要动。”
Snake照做了。
两个战士冲进房间,用他们的步枪指着Snake。
“唔~小兄弟,门没锁呢,你们有搞坏它的必要吗?”
“请穿上衣服,上校正在等你。”其中一个命令道
Snake重重的叹了一口,说道:“希望上校能给我一个能令人接受的解释。”
五分钟后,Snake和六个战士艰难地踏过刚刚积起来的雪,来到几百米外的一架运输直升机前。Snake意识到,因为早晨的强风,他才没有注意到直升机的降落,毕竟一场大风暴正经过这里。
紧接着的一个小时他们在直升机的晃悠中飞跃海面,与正漂浮在白令海上的SSBN-732“发现”号潜艇——Roy Campbell上校的移动指挥部——汇合。他们护送着Snake穿过潜艇内部纠结的走廊,直到他踏入医疗检查室。他们要求Snake脱掉外衣接受检查。
“我才不愿意呢。”Snake嘀咕道。
“你没有选择,战士。”其中一个回答道,“按我们说的做。”接着就走了出去,留下Snake独自一人。但愿他们会派个漂亮的护士小姐来照料他,毕竟他最后一次见到异性已经很久了,而且长得还很难让人接受。
坐了至少十五分钟,Snake依旧将它的发带扎在额头上,终于一个曾自称是朋友的男子走了进来。他自从Snake加入猎狐犬部队时就是指挥官,他也曾为Snake自认为的“退休”伪造了文件。
“你看来不错,Snake。”
Snake实在不想说上校老了很多,毕竟他已经六十多了。Campbell上校还是和往常一样,穿着他那身已经旧了的绿色贝雷帽的制服,即使他已不再是那只精英队伍的一员。
“谢谢,上校。你看起来好像……有点紧张。”
“因为这任务”上校耸耸肩
“你打搅了我一个本应很不错的梦。”
“我为小伙子们的粗暴道歉。Snake,我们需要你,情况不太好,确切地说是很不好。”
“上校……”
Snake,我们陷入了一个极其不利的境地,而你是唯一能帮助我们解决它的人。”
“你知道我已经不是猎狐犬的一员了,上校。我不需要再接受你的指挥了。”
“让我告诉你发生了什么,也许听完以后你会改变主意。你也知道,猎狐犬已经解散,而这些新时代特种部队的成员聚在一起,成为了一群叛徒兼恐怖分子,没有什么好说的,他们可以通过任何不择手段的办法达成他们该死的目标。”
“我听说过。”
5小时前,我们在影子摩西的核武器销毁基地被这群叛徒袭击并占领了,而他们的领袖正是猎狐犬的成员。他们挟持了人质,并声明假如在二十四小时内要求得不到满足的话,将发射核武器。而他们的要求是政府交出大首领的遗体。”
当他听到这个名字,Snake脸上掠过一道阴影,“大首领……我的……”
“你的父亲。”
Snake皱了皱眉:“他们要一具尸体来干什么?”
一个穿着白大褂的女人走进屋子,手中握着一个注射器并且微笑着。Snake看着这个长得很有吸引力的女人,猜想她应该不到三十岁。终于,他问道:“这位是?”
“这是Naomi Hunter博士,这次行动组的首席医疗师,她同时是基因疗法的专家。”
她将针头对准Snake说道:“不会痛的。”
“这是什么玩意儿?”
“过会儿会告诉你,”她不等他抗议就在他的手臂上消毒然后扎了一针下去。
“该死的,上校。我还没答应……”
“闭嘴,让我完成,Snake!”
Hunter博士注射完,后退了几步,留在了屋子里。上校继续道:“实际上他们要的并不是大首领的尸体,他们要的是包含他所有遗传基因信息的细胞样本。”
“要这些来干什么?”
“基因疗法。他们能由此来使他们更强壮。”Hunter博士用她那文雅的语气答道,这种腔调不是非常英国化,但绝对是来自常春藤名校的教育背景:“他们可以用这些细胞加强他们的新时代特种部队。军方一直致力于鉴别那些创造完美战士的基因。一旦这些基因被鉴别出来,我们就可以将它们注入常规部队来创造……”
“一群超人。”
“是的,迄今我们已经在大首领体内发现了大约六十个‘战士基因’。”
Snake不相信地摇摇头:“难道他的身体已经被修复了?”
Campbell说:“是的,他的细胞被冷冻保存在低温室。因为他的基因是——无价的。”
“对军方来说,是无价的。”
Snake,你明白我们不能轻易将他的遗体交出去。这比大规模杀伤性武器(WMD)对我们的威胁更大。”
Hunter博士:“尽管他的身体已经高度烧伤,但是我们还是能通过即使是一缕头发恢复恢复他的DNA原貌。”
“这群恐怖分子是什么身份?”
Hunter博士答道:“呃……他们自称‘大首领之子’。”

Campbell继续:“有六个来自猎狐犬的心狠手辣的狠角色,领头的是猎狐犬的分队首领。”他打开一个打着“机密”字样的大信封,一边一张张地给他恐怖分子的照片,一边提起他们的名字。

Liquid Snake?Snake吃了一惊。

Campbell冷冷地点了点头:“我想是的,拥有和你一样代号的战士。”

“他……看上去跟我很像!”

“很令人惊讶,是吗?除了肤色和他的金发,你们简直是一模一样的,我敢打赌。”Campbell转过头,避开Snake的眼光:“这也是为什么我们要你来完成这次任务。我们相信你是唯一能与之抗衡的人。”

Snake擦了擦眼睛,试着去让自己接受这些事实:“告诉我你对他了解的一切。”

“他在少年时参加了海湾战争,作为SAS最年轻的成员。他的任务是追踪和摧毁飞毛腿导弹发射平台。哦,你那是不也跟着一个排的绿色贝雷帽潜入了伊拉克西部?”

“那时我还只是个孩子。”

“尽管这个细节是机密,但是好像他是作为SIS的特工渗入了中东。”

“你的意思是,他是英国的间谍?”

“但他从未在世纪大楼(Century House,英国秘密情报局SIS自从1966年到1995年的总部所在地)露过面。他在伊拉克被俘了,之后好几年失去了音讯。在你退休以后,他被救了出来,成为了猎狐犬的一员。”

 

(译注:从这段对话可以看出,Liquid SnakeSolid Snake都作为特种部队的新兵参与了海湾战争,不同的是Solid Snake去的是直接招募新兵的“绿色贝雷帽”,而Liquid Snake则是以某种非正式的身份进入SAS的,因为SAS通常是从各个精锐部队的现役军人中招募队员的。而Campbell提到的伦敦Century House1995年以前的SIS总部,因此可见Liquid与联合王国的合作关系是结束在1995年以前。)

 

“我想那时候起应该已经不再使用代号了。”

“我不知道他的真实姓名,那是我也不能接触的机密。”

Snake擦擦他的胡渣,突然间觉得自己好像已经不止活了三十三年。他指着另一张照片:“这个是谁?”

Psycho Mantis(心理螳螂),来自俄罗斯,拥有强大精神力量。就我所知他被用来施行洗脑和心理战。接着是Sniper Wolf(狙击雪狼),据说是世界上最好的女狙击手,伊拉克库尔德人,美丽而致命。来自墨西哥的Decoy Octopus(诱饵章鱼),伪装专家,他能运用十数种语言,还是一个改变外貌的专家。”

“神奇的家伙”还剩下两张。

Vulcan Raven(火神渡鸦),来自阿拉斯加的半阿拉斯加印第安半因纽特爱斯基摩混血儿,他是一个强大的战士,并不仅仅因为他是一个巨人。”

“巨人?”

“身高两米一十。”

“看来这群家伙可以开个马戏团秀了。”

“他还是个印第安萨满,能运用巫术控制所谓的自然之灵。”

Snake点点头:“我知道这些阿拉斯加萨满。他们能控制动物,鸟类、狗等等。开来有些唬人啊。”

“最后是Revolver Ocelot。俄罗斯审讯专家和令人生畏的枪手。总是像牛仔一样穿着奇怪的长风衣拿着左轮手枪。据说苏联人将他训练成了一个拷问高手,你是绝不会愿意被他活捉的。”

“那么Liquid Snake就是这群人的头子?看来只是一群乌合之众嘛!”

博士插嘴道:“别忘了还有基因士兵。”

“那又怎么样?”

“他们拥有野兽的力量、超人的智慧和基因改造。我们估计他们受Psycho Mantis控制才能实施这次突袭,占领了影子摩西。”

“他们原本是一支由前生物化学部队、技术支援部队和紧急核搜索部队组成的反恐特种部队”Campbell解释道,“他们的初衷是对造成巨大破坏的21世纪武器作出快速反应,当然也包括核生化武器(NBC)。”

“直到‘他们’的加入。”博士说道

“他们?”

“佣兵”,Campbell答道,“更糟的是,他们中的大多数来自一支你已经很熟悉的雇佣兵部队。他们曾是大首领的私人卫队,在他倒台后,军方买断了他们所有的合同。”

Snake不禁缩了一缩:“世外天堂……”他脑海中闪回了那些记忆中的画面。在他最早的猎狐犬任务之一,他受命潜入这个自称的南非小国家“世外天堂”。大首领背叛了国家在这里建立了属于他自己的,由佣兵和叛军组成的国家。大首领在与Snake战斗后严重受伤,潜逃数年后策划了另一个军事国家——桑给巴尔国。Snake的第二次出击宣告了这个传奇战士的灭亡。

Campbell继续:“在那以后他们被我们的VR部队——‘Force 21’兼并,重新得到了训练。这群号称‘21世纪特种部队’的家伙都只是没有实战经验的模拟战士。”

“但别忘了,他们都经过了基因改造,不要因为他们没有经验而轻视他们。”博士警告道。

Snake递回照片:“据我所知对士兵的基因改造是被国际法律所禁止的。”

“那些只是宣言,并非实际条款。”

“有趣的是,几乎整支队伍都参与了叛乱。”Campbell道。

“整支部队?怎么可能?”

“他们自称是一次‘革命’。”博士道,“就像我之前说的,Psycho Mantis一定做了些什么手脚。”

“况且他们都接受了相同的基因改造,彼此之间可以说是情同手足,他们把部队看作家庭。他们有四种常规配置:极地部队、轻型步兵、NBC战斗部队和重装部队。”

Snake无奈地摇了摇头,NBC战斗部队……他们拥有核、生物、化学武器。

见鬼。

“哦,还有一道主菜!”Campbell补充道,“精英基因战士,装备有黑枭凯芙拉材料装甲,他们自称‘太空海豹’。”

“什么?”Snake问道,“他们怎么不坐在水池边上,拍拍他们的蹼,讨要他们的鱼?”没有人对这个冷笑话有所反应“假如‘大首领之子’是常规部队,他们应当定期接受军事顾问的评估啊?”

“从文件记录看来,他们都一直拿‘A’。看上去就是一群忠贞不二的‘爱国者’。”

“但是他们都参加了这次起义。”

“噢,不,有少数几个没有在当天出现,这也是为什么他们要求了补充人员。”

“实际上之前他们有过不寻常的举动。”

博士说:“一个月前有报告称他们表现异常。显然他们查阅到了一些机密信息有关他们的基因改造。”

“听着,”Campbell说道,“由于这只基因部队的存在是国家的最高机密,我们希望能够悄悄调查这件事情并且关上门来解决它。” Snake叹了一口气:“OK。他们有多少个基因士兵?”“几十个”Snake一愣:“别告诉我我是单独潜入。”

Campbell苦笑了一下:“能有其它办法吗?

Snake转向Hunter博士问道:“刚才到底给我打了怎么一针?” Hunter博士的眼睛眨了眨,愉快地回答到:“一种防冻肽,可以保护你不不会被冻着。还包含了一种纳米机器,可以补充你体内的脊上腺素、营养和糖分,更重要的是,这也是一种健脑药,可以增强你的肌肉功能。”

Snake不禁朝Campbell揶揄道:“你是不是先斩后奏了?我还没有同意啊。为什么你会卷进这个事件来?我还以为你退休了。” “没有人比我更了解猎狐犬部队。”Campbell的回答让Snake感觉到一丝犹豫,“是吗?真正的原因是什么?”

“好吧,实话给你说吧,一个对我很重要的人也是人质之一,我的侄女——Meryl Silverburgh。”

“她在那里做什么”

“她也是一名军人,虽然很年轻而且缺乏经验,她被分配到影子摩西基地实习。当基地报告说有几个士兵失踪时,她被临时替换去的。她刚到不久叛乱就发生了。”

“那她跟你联络了吗?”

“没有。我们相信她要么是躲起来了,要么就是是和普通平民雇员一起被关押起来了。嗯唉,我不敢想象其它的可能性。”

Snake不由得眯起眼睛看着Campbell问道:“为什么你不派其他士兵去基地轮换呢?”

“那是他的决定。他是我小弟弟的女儿,因为我弟弟和Meryl的妈妈一直没有结婚,因此Meryl用她妈妈的姓氏。我弟弟在海湾战争中死了,而那时Meryl10岁大,后来我就一直照看着她。她现在已经长大能够自己做决定了,虽然她还不到20岁,但是她是一个优秀的战士。Snake,她很熟悉枪械,我想你会觉得她擅长潜入。她也熟悉计算机和电子电路,如果你潜入后能够找到她,将会是你一个非常好的战友。”

Snake不是很希望有个小姑娘作为战友,即使她很善于修理插座。

他又叹了一口气,问道:“需要我做些什么?”

 

Campbell几乎不能掩饰他的喜悦,因为他最信任的战士基本上答应了这个任务:“你有两个目标:首先,你需要潜入这个基地,营救两个人质。”

“一个是你的侄女,另一个是谁?”

“不是我的侄女,她不在计划中。假如你能找到她那再好不过。”Campbell低下头,“但是如果你找不到……”

“我会找到她的。那两个VIP(重要人物)是谁?”

DARPA局长Donald AndersonArms科技公司总裁Kenneth Baker。”

Snake点点头。他知道DARPA,也就是国防高级技术项目中心。而Arms科技公司则为美国军方提供武器与装备研究。这可是两个大人物。

“他们跑到和武器销毁基地去干什么?”

“事实上当恐怖分子发动袭击的时候基地那里正进行一次秘密演习。”

“呵,连他们都去了,看来是一场非常重要的演习啊。他们在测试一种新型武器?”

“对此我不知情”

“那好,谁对这次行动负责?”

“美国总统,Snake。”

“既然恐怖分子拥有核武器,他们难道不该发布COG?”

 

“还没有,Jim Houseman对此有实际的指挥权,他了解事态。在你潜入以后,一旦确认恐怖分子拥有发射核武器的能力,他们就会发布COG。”

这样领导安排的意义就很明显了。Jim Houseman是美国国防部长,同时是神秘的OSI的一员。OSI——一个类似于FBI的,负责处理对军事雇员、士兵和相关公民的犯罪调查的组织。他的服役记录可以一直追述到越战时代。Snake点了点头:“了解,那么第二个任务是什么?”

“就是我刚才说的,调查恐怖分子是否真的拥有发动核攻击的能力,如果是的话阻止他们。他们宣称他们拥有核弹头,甚至给出了它的序列号,而且这个序列号是可靠的。”

“那我们可以采取什么安全措施来阻止它呢?”

“嗯……我们武器库中的每一颗导弹和弹头都装备了运用了分离起爆密码的PAL。”

PAL?”

“行动许可。这是所有核武器系统都装配了的。但即使如此,我们也不能掉以轻心,因为DARPA局长拥有起爆密码。”

“哦,看来这些将出现在明天的《国家寻问者》(译注:美国的一个新闻类杂志)的头版上了。但是即使他们有核弹头,也应该已经被从导弹上卸下了才对。销毁基地的所有导弹都应该被拆得七零八落了啊?搞一颗洲际导弹可不是嘴上说说那么轻松,难道不是吗?”

“过去也许这样,但是自从冷战之后,只要你有钱和合适的门路,没有什么东西你搞不到手的。现在你明白事态的严重性了吧!”

Snake站住身子,伸展了一下身体:“好吧,我答应你,上校。但你欠我一个大人情。”

“国家不会忘记你的,Snake。对了,我已经不再是上校了。我只是一个退伍老兵。”

“是……上校。这回又是武器装备OSP?”

“就地取得是我们的原则,你明白。不过我们会为你准备一把SOCOM。”

“手枪?见鬼,但愿这不会使你资金超支,上校。”

“别讽刺我了,Snake,记住,这是最高机密的特种行动,别指望任何官方协助。不过我们会通过CODEC保持联络,提供你地图与战术指导,我想这些你再熟悉不过了。”

“告诉我这个基地的其他情况。”

“很不幸,那是一座加固地下工事,即使使用我们最先进的情报收集设备,也无法探知里面的情况。”

“好极了,那么这是队伍还有什么人?”

“我们去潜艇的指挥室,我会介绍他们给你的。噢,不过是在你穿好衣服之后。”

上校和博士走出房间,Snake穿上那套早已经放在房间里准备好的紧身服。十分钟以后,那个Campbell上校记忆中的传奇特工Solid Snake又回来了。

这个指挥室是整个行动的温床。工作台以环状排列,每一个工作人员按照任务的每一个方面被对应在各自的位置。作为指挥官,Campbell总喜欢呆在整个环的中央,从而能够方便地在各个工作台间往来。首先,上校将一个坐在电脑后面的十分年轻的华裔女孩介绍给SnakeSnake觉得她完全就只是一个小女孩——与Snake相比她年龄太小。

“这是Mei Ling,我们的通信专家,专长与图像和信息的传递。她将是除我以外你在整个任务过程中从CODEC中听到声音最多的人。”

“你好!”她微笑着说道。

CODECSnake回忆道,一件天才的发明。通信卫星处理系统将无线通信、数字实时猝发通信、声纳探测和雷达结合了起来。正常通信被即时编码、压缩,然后在一微秒中被远距离传输。即便通信过程如此复杂,Snake仍可以在同时接收、整理和解码信号。特殊的耳机接收信号,并刺激听小骨传声,因此除了他自己没有人能听到这个声音。而他也能通过一个特殊拨号键与队伍中的任意一个成员通信。

Snake看来,Mei Ling就像一个漫画里跑出来的小姑娘。他与她握了握手:“我不曾想到,一个世界顶级军事科技的设计者居然……这么可爱。”

她斜瞥了Snake一眼:“您在奉承我了。”

“我是认真的,看来接下去的24个小时,噢不,是18个小时不会闷了。”

“嗯呵呵,真不敢相信这是大名鼎鼎的Snake说出来的话。”

CampbellSnake领到另一台电脑面前,打开显示器,胡乱调整了一个旋钮直到屏幕上出现了一个三十出头的女人,她有着金色的短发和东欧式的容貌。

“这是Nastasha Romanenko,我们的核武器专家。她的职业是分析军方硬件配置与军备。她将是你Codec上面的技术顾问,Snake。”

“很高兴认识你,Snake”那个女人说道。

“乌克兰人。”Snake透过她的口音听出来。

“你怎么知道的?”

“我猜的。你在哪里,乌克兰?”

“不,我在阳光明媚的南加州,洛杉矶。”

“真不错。”

Campbell继续道:“Hunter博士你已经见过了,她将作为医疗顾问参与这次任务。你知道吗,她的祖父是胡佛时代的FBI助理秘书。”

“是吗?因此你有资格能够成为首席医疗顾问?”Snake问道。

“不。你可别忘了,我见过你赤身裸体。”

“有什么回报吗?”

“假如你能够完完整整活着回来,我也许会给你机会看看我的。”博士狡黠地回诘道。

“哇哦!上校,我什么时候开始?”

“放松,Snake。你还有什么疑问吗?实实在在的,再想想?”

“没了,只不过我希望你把Miller教官叫出来了。我很想念他那精力充沛的指示。”

Snake希望猎狐犬部队的前任教官兼顾问——真名McDonnel Bnedic Miller——会参与这次行动。Miller在退休之后同样选择了阿拉斯加的荒原,但是Snake已经数年没有与他见过面了。

Campbell轻笑一声:“Snake,你会为教官答应通过CODEC支持你而感到高兴的。”

“你找到他了?”

“不,我们一直有联系。当你被一打基因士兵包围时,可别为听到他的声音而吃惊。”

一个海军服务生走进指挥室,敬了一个军礼:“上校,我们已经接近出发点了。”

“谢谢你,少尉,”Campbell说道。他回敬了一个军礼,然后转向Snake:“带上你剩下的装备,我们没有太多时间了。”



TODAY

  AND HERE HE WAS. Less than twelve hours earlier, he had been dreaming of huskies and berries. Now he crouched behind a filtration tank, ready to make his move.

  Snake heard boots on metal somewhere above him. He carefully peered around the side and saw two soldiers at the other end of the cargo dock. A man wearing a brown trench coat was with them as they approached the freight elevator.

  “I’m going to swat down a couple of bothersome flies,” the man told the soldier, speaking with polished elocution. “Stay alert. He’ll be through here; I know it.”

  “I see someone wearing a duster,” Snake whispered, the Codec picking up his words, “I think it might be Revolver Ocelot.”

  “Can you get a positive ID?” Campbell asked, his voice somewhere in the recesses of Snake’s ears.

  The man in the trench coat stepped into the elevator and turned around, facing Snake.

  “Negative. Wait. He turned this way. Colonel, it’s not Ocelot.”

  It was the leader himself- Liquid Snake.

 

今天

他已经达到目标基地了。不到十二小时前他还在做着关于哈士奇犬和草莓子的梦,现在的他蜷缩在一个过滤罐的后面,准备开始行动。

Snake听到他头上方的某处传来靴子踏在金属上的声音,她小心翼翼地环视四周,看到货港另一头有两个士兵。一个穿着棕色军用风衣的男子和他们一起走向货运电梯。

“我去把那两只烦人的苍蝇搞定,”男子用一种圆润的、雄辩的声音对士兵们说,“保持警惕。他一定会通过这里,我敢肯定。”

“我看到一个穿着风衣的人”Snake通过CODEC低语道,“我想可能是Revolver Ocelot。”

“你能确定吗?”Campbell的声音在Snake的耳蜗内回旋。

那个穿这长风衣男子走进电梯,转过身,面朝着Snake

“不。等等,他转过身来了。上校……不是Ocelot。”

那是自称“大首领之子”部队的叛军的领袖——Liquid Snake

  
 

 

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