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合金装备1官方小说(中英)第五章

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5

IT WAS A STRAIGHT shot across the heliport to the other side except for two things. First counted three roaming guards, again wearing the white camouflage uniforms.

  Second, light on the ceiling had flicked on and produced a searchlight effect, with beams zigzagging haphazardly across the floor. As Snake studied the spotlights’ patterns, he noticed an object on the helipad close to where the Hind-D had sat. The light passed over it again, and Snake could discern that the object was a box. Was it worth the risk to see what it contained?

  Sure, it’ll be fun.

  He counted the sweeps of the light beams’ crisscross pattern and determined that the cycle was repeated every thirty seconds, To get to the box on the helipad without being hit by a searchlight, he had to dart to the edge of the helipad and wait foe the crisscross cycle to begin again. The drawback to that was that he would be in full view of the entire helipad. Then, at precisely ten seconds into the cycle, most of the helipad would be in darkness long enough for him to dash to the box, pick it up, and run left, toward the western wall of the structure.

  But where were the guards? Two of them had moved out of sight. Snake could still see one standing at the north end of the space, next to a truck – some kind of cargo carrier. Okay, snake wouldn’t have to deal with him until the very end. The other two…? Since he didn’t spot them, Snake moved to a group of petroleum barrels, crouched, and scanned the room from a different perspective.

  There.

  A guard was standing in front of a double doorway on the left side of the room. That was the point to which Snake would have to run after grabbing the box on the helipad. Fine, he would deal with him when the time came. So where was the third guy? Snake waited a few seconds longer, but the man never appeared. Was getting the box still worth the risk? He could be anywhere.

  The light beams moved away from the edges of the helipad. It was now or never – or wait for the next cycle, which would take up too much time. Snake bolted across the floor and reached the helipad corner in two seconds. He crouched and willed himself to be invisible. Luckily, the dark sneaking suit blended into the shadows surprisingly well.

  You don’t see me, you bastards.

  He remained perfectly still and counted the seconds as the cycle started over.

  Voices. Two men. The third soldier had joined the other man over to the left, where Snake needed to go. That stop was going to be a little more challenging than he originally had thought.
The searchlights swung across the floor.

  Snake could still see the guard by the truck, smoking a cigarette. At least he wasn’t moving.

  The beams crossed each other and moved away from the center. Snake mad his move, sprinted onto the painted H, reached the box, and looked inside.

  Grenades. Three chaff grenades.

  Snake scooped them up, quickly opened his empty pouch, and dropped them in. Time to move.

  He ran off the helipad toward the left, where the two guards stood directly in his path, some twenty feet away. They were talking and smoking cigarettes, and even though they were facing in his direction, so far they hadn’t seen him.

  Snake picked up his running speed as the men’s gazes finally focused on him. They had time only to open their mouths in shock as Snake jumped and collided with them like a bat out of hell. Both soldiers fell backward with Snake’s arms locked around their necks, just below the chins. With Snake’s arms locked around their necks, just below the chins. With as much force as he could muster, Snake landed on the floor, using the two guards’ heads as cushions. The cracking sound on the concrete floor meant that their conversation was over.

  Snake twisted his head around and looked north. The guard by the truck was gone.

  Uh oh.

  Snake grabbed the two soldiers by their fur-lined hoods and dragged them eight feet to an alcove on the left side of the structure. The open double doors he’d seen earlier apparently led to a storeroom of some kind. That could be worth a peek.

  A security camera slowly made an arc as it pivoted back and forth across the entrance.

  A surveillance camera?!

  Time it just right and he’d have it. Snake watched the camera move across his path. The second it was turned away, he ran forward, dived through the double doors and into the room, performed a body roll, and landed on his feet, his SOCOM in hand.
A fourth guard sat draped over a table with his hooded head in his arms.

  Snake froze,

  Was the man asleep?

  As if in answer, the guard snorted on an inhalation, moved his head, mumbled, and settled back into his arms again.

  Snake stepped quietly to the side of the storeroom to examine the boxes on display. Much of it was food supplies, nothing that might be of use. It appeared that mice had gotten to some of the boxes of grain; there were holes in some of the lower cartons, and grain had spilled over the floor. He moved to the west wall and hugged it, then slowly stepped around the room. Eventually he was positioned four feet behind the sleeping guard at the table.

  The man snored loudly and woke himself up. His head rose to the level where Snake wanted it.

  “Sounds like you’ve got sleep apnea,” Snake said. “Better get that checked out.”

  As the guard turned his head to see who had spoken, Snake reached out, grabbed the man’s skull through the hood, and twisted it all the way around.

  The snap sounded like a slap.

  Snake gently laid the man back down onto the table and arranged the head and arms as they had been when the guard had been asleep. He then moved to the north side of the storeroom and looked at the shelves.

  “Colonel, I found a pair of the thermal goggles.”
It was ArmsTech’s Model A, reliable and effective heatsensing stealth equipment. Snake picked them up and placed them in the pouch.

  “Hello, Snake? This is Nastasha Romanenko.”

  “Oh, yeah. The nuclear specialist. How’s sunny California?”

  “Just fine except it’s night here now. I’m glad you found the thermal goggles. You know, thet work by thermal imaging, instead of amplifying light like night vision goggles. They’ll work just as well in complete darkness. Not only that, they can penetrate optic stealth systerms. You should be able to spot Claymore mines, too.”

  “Well, thanks, Nastasha, but I knew all that.”

  “Oh. Sorry. I guess maybe I’ll just stay quiet unless you have a question about about something, da?”

  “Da.”

  “They asked me to participate in this operation as a supervisor from the Nuclear Emergency Search Team. I was happy to accept. We must not allow terrorists to get their hands on nuclear weapons of any kind. I hope I can help you stop them.”

  “I’ll be sure to give you a buzz if I need you, Nastasha,” Snake said, and then ended the transmission.

  He quickly scanned the rest of the shelves and boxes and was tmpted to take a box of shells for an M9 but decided against it. He had spent enough time in the helipad already.

  Snake looked out of the storeroom, kept an eye on the surveillance camera, waited for it to turn away from him, and then bolted out and across the floor to a crate. He flattened his back against it and inched along to the edge. All clear. Snake slipped to the next crate, one that was parallel with the truck. The vehicle was an M548 Full Tracked Cargo Carrier. It would be interesting to take a look under the canopy to see what treasures he might find, but Snake didn’t have a fix on the last guard’s location. He waited a few precious seconds and listened carefully.

  He heard bootsteps on the right side of the room. He crouched and saw the soldier walking around a crate, returning to his position by the truck. Snake opened the pouch, removed a chaff grenade, released the safety pin, and tossed the explosive over the top of the crate so that it would land and roll over to the right wall. Five seconds later, the device exploded, sending microscopic metal shards into the air around it. Chaff grenades were no particularly incendiary, and their damage was slight; the main uses were jamming enemy sensory systerms and creating diversions.

  The guard, surprised by the noise, turned toward the right wall. He called his colleagues by their names and, when he didn’t receive a reply, walked cautiously toward the sound of the explosion with his assault rifle readied. As soon as he was around the crate and not in sight, Snake ran to the cargo carrier and crouched behind its left side. He took the time to lift a corner of the canopy and saw that the truck bed was full of cartons. One was open, and it contained more chaff grenades. Snake reached in, grabbed two, and thrust them into his pouch.

  He then turned toward the north wall. Closed steel doors led to the next part of the facility, and Snake doubted that merely waltzing through them would be very safe. There was, however, a ventilation duct on the wall next to the doors. It was covered by a simple mesh grating that he could pry off easily with his fingers. That was his next port of call, he thought, but he didn’t want the remaining guard to find his incapacitated buddies.

  “Over here!” he called.

  The guard acknowledged him, thinking the voice he’d heard was that of one of his colleagues. Snake heard the sound of the man’s boots running toward the truck, so he lay prone and rolled under the truck. The man, confused that no one was there, called the names of his comrades. Snake emerged from under the other side of the truck, stood, and casually crept behind him.

  This time, Snake reached around the soldier and grabbed the man’s assault rifle with both hands. He pulled the weapon laterally into the guard’s neck and applied continuous pressure until he went limp. Snake opened the passenger side of the truck and unceremoniously stuffed the body into the seat.

  He skirted to the grating and pulled it off with his gloved hands. The duct was big enough for him to worm inside, but it was a tight fit. For illumination, he flicked on a penlight that was built into his should padding. Now it was just a matter of crawling through the channel to its other end.

  He dragged himself along the claustrophobic metal tunnel, happy to get out of the cold. Even though the heliport was enclosed with a sliding roof, the temperature in the place was almost as low as it was out doors. Once he was in the facility proper, the central heat would be on.

  “How are you doing, Snake?” Campbell asked.

  Snake grunted in reply. “There’s mouse shit it in here.” He heard the women giggle. “It’s not funny.”

  “Snake,” Campbell said. “if that’s the worst of your problems, then you’ve got it easy. ”

  Snake continued to crawl until he reached a grating flat on the duct “floor.” He peered through the mesh into what appeared to be a large area foe storing heavy equipment. In fact, he could discern the back end and treads of an armored tank.

  “An Abrams,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Colonel, they’ve got an Abrams tank in there.”

  “That’s right, Snake; they have two. Our intelligence reports that you’re approaching a hangar for Shadow Moses’s armored vehicles, tank parts, and –we think – ammunition.”

  “Good to know, Colonel, but at the moment I’ve got all I – hold it.”

  Two guards appeared on a catwalk directly directly beneath him, maybe five feet below the bottom of the duct. Snake caught a bit of their conversation as they walked by.
  “- the shaft cleaning. They’re gonna spray for mice,” one said.

  “So what did you do with him? ”

  “The DARPA guy? He was moved to the cell in the firstfloor basement, next to the woman.”

  “I hear she’s feisty. What I wouldn’t give to…”

  And they were gone.

  Woman? Meryl Silverburgh, perhaps?

  “Colonel, I know where DARPA chief Anderson is,” Snake said. “And I think I know where your niece is, too.”

  Snake continued the lateral journey through the duct until he came to a juncture going down. He wasn’t sure how far it went, but there was no place else to go. He straightened his arms and used isometric pressure to lower himself with his back sliding along the side of the duct. The strain on his shoulders and knees was tremendous, but he had practiced this maneuver many times at FOXHOUND’s obstacle course.

  Eventually he came to another ventilation grate. He used his legs and back to wedge himself against the sides of the duct so that he could rest for a moment and look out. The same two guards apparently had come down a set of stairs and were standing seven feet away from the vent, learning against a rail.

  “- been put on alert.”

  “Why?”

  “I heard something about an intruder. He’s already done three sentries, and they say he’s using stealth. The security detail’s been doubled. Come on.”

  They moved away and continued along the catwalk out of Snake’s sight.

  An intruder? Stealth?

  “Colonel, there’s another intruder here. Unless they’re talking about me, then things just got a lot more complicated.”
“Did you hide the guards you neutralized?”

  “Yes, sir. But that doesn’t mean they can’t be found.”

  “Then they may be on to you.”

  But I’ve done more than three sentries.

  “Somehow, Colonel, I don’t think so. I think it’s somebody else they’re talking about. Never mind. I’m going on.”

  He lifted his torso off the back of the duct and continued the spider crawl all the way to the blessed bottom, which finally appeared after several minutes of spine-breaking exertion. The vertical duct ended in a T, with passages going off in opposite directions. Which way to go? Heads or tails?

  To help answer his question, a scratching, scurrying sound grew near.

  What the…?

  A small herd of brown mice skittered in from his left, ran around his feet, and continued into the duct to his right. When they were gone, Snake muttered, “Where’s the fire, boys?” and figured the rodents knew where they were going. He went right.

  “Snake, we’ve got you tracked very near the hangar,” Mei Ling announced. “there should be a vent opening in a few yards.”

  “I see it.”

  Snake slowed his crawl and focused on staying silent. It was a safe bet that human beings stood just beyond the grating. They might no take kindly to a stranger caught crawling out of their air duct.

  He approached the grating and looked through the dirty mesh. It emptied onto the ground floor of the hangar. Although the place was big enough to house a small airplane, dominating the floor space were the two Abrams tanks. Work lights on the ceiling illuminated the hangar well enough that a figure, even one dressed in black, might be spotted darting across the floor.

  There were no guards in sight, but Snake could hear the two men talking no far away. He wasn’t sure if they could see the vent; nevertheless, he gently snapped the grille out of its sockets, carefully tilted it, and brought it inside the duct. He then dared to poke his head out of the metal shaft.

  The two guards stood on a second-level catwalk to his right. There was no sign of men on the ground floor, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Snake thought it best to play it safe and create a diversion so that he could slip out of the vent unnoticed. He reached into the pouch, removed a single .45-caliber cartridge from his supply of ammunition, and snaked his way out halfway onto the floor. Lying on his back, he flung the bullet into the air, aiming over the nearest Abrams tank. He heard it hit the floor on the other side of the hangar, but the guards didn’t notice because of the ambient noise in the space. He hated to use another cartridge, but he had no choice. This time, he aimed for the catwalk on the left side of the hangar, directly opposite the guards. Once again on his back, Snake flung the shell hard and hit the left wall. This time the cartridge bounced on to the catwalk, clanging as it well. The two guards looked toward the noise, mumbled something, and split up. One proceeded to walk to the western side of the hangar via the northend catwalk, and the other man went the southern route, which would take him directly over Snake’s head. Snake waited until he heard the boots tromping above him and then slipped completely out of the duct. He got to his feet, darted to the center of the floor, and took cover on the right side of the nearest wall. He couldn’t risk running for it because it was in plain view of the guards on the catwalk.

  Snake cursed to himself and eyed his surrounding for another alternative. Fifteen feet to the southeast was a steel flight of stairs that led to the second-level catwalk. He reached into his pouch, grasped another shell, and threw it as hard as he could toward the north end of the hangar. The bullet clanged against the second Abrams tank. The two guards quickly hurried to investigate, their backs now turned to Snake. He used the opportunity to sprint to the staircase and ascend with the quiet, light touch of the feline species. Up there the lighting was less intense. Shadows were snake’s friends, so he embraced them one by one as he traveled along the catwalk until he was crouched on the same side as the guards. They were standing and looking over the rail, studying the area around the second Abrams.

  Snake stooped to all fours once again so that he could crawl silently along the catwalk, a trick Master Miller had taught him. Footsteps on metal latticework made too much noise. Literally becoming a cat was the only way to surprise a target in such a setting. When he was approximately thirty feet away form the men, snake lay prone on the catwalk, reached into a pocket on the calf of his uniform, and removed the SOCOM’s sound suppressor. He screwed it onto the barrel, used both hands to aim the weapon, and fired a round at one of the guards. The recoil felt good; it had been too long since he had used the weapon on assignment. Shooting snowballs at his wilderness cabin was good for practice, but nothing took the place of a living target.

  The guard flinched slightly, as if he had just been bitten by a nasty bug, and the other man seemed confused about why his partner was wobbling on his feet. Then, as soon as the wounded man began to drop, Snake was able to get a clear shot at the second man. The gun jerked in his hands again. Simultaneously, the first man crumbled onto the catwalk as the second guard wrenched violently, staggered against the rail, and the careened over it. His body fell thirty feet onto the concrete floor with a hard ka-plump.
Snake twisted his head back and forth, eyeing the entire hangar for sihns of movement.

  No one else was inside.

  He stood, ran back to the staircase, and descended to the floor. He could leave the first corpse on the catwalk since it was out of sight, but he had to get rid of the second guy. Snake crossed the space, picked up the man by his ankles, and dragged him to the side of the room near a set of trash barrels with lids. He removed one lid, heaved the man up and over, and secured the lid on top of him.

  The storeroom was directly to the right, but the doors were protected by a security keypad.

  “Colonel, do you guys have any security access coded for me?”

  “Negative, Snake. You’ll have to pick those up from somewhere…or someone..”

  Snake didn’t feel like trying to guess a code from infinite mathematical possibilities, so he turned his back on the locked treasure trove and ran to the freight elevator. He pressed the button for B1 and said, “Colonel, I’m on my way to the first-floor basement. The show’s just getting started.”
 
Chapter 5
要穿过直升机平台并不难,但是Snake要小心两件事。第一,他会遇到三个巡逻的守卫,它们同样穿着雪地迷彩服。
第二,天花板上的灯光被用来作为探照灯,随意地在停机坪上扫来扫去。Snake尝试着记忆它们的规律,正当此时,他瞥见了停机坪中央原来Hind-D停着的地方有一个东西。等灯光再次经过,他终于可以看清那是一个箱子。但是,是不是值得冒这个险去看看里面到底藏了什么?
当然,这才刺激。
他数了一下灯光每次交叉的间隔,发现每一次循环都是三十秒。要想不被发现地拿到箱子,他必须跑到平台的边缘等待下一次循环。对他来说唯一的阻碍就是必须对整个平台有一个完整的视野。紧接着他会有十秒钟的时间穿过一片漆黑的平台、捡起箱子,然后躲到西面的墙根下。
那么那些守卫又在哪里?两个在视野之外,Snake只能看见有一个站在平台北面的边缘,在一辆货运卡车的边上。好的,除非发生意外情况,否则Snake根本不必在意他。那么另外两个呢?因为他看不见他们,于是乎他来到一对油桶的边上,蜷起身子,从另一个视角观察这个房间。
在那儿。
一个守卫站在左侧的一扇双开大门的前面,那边也是Snake拿取箱子后必须经过的地方。那好,他会在必要的时候搞定他的。那另一个小子又在哪?Snake等了一小会儿,但是那个家伙依旧没有出现。到底值不值得去拿这个箱子?剩下的那个守卫可能在任何地方出现。
灯光从平台的中间移开了,机不可失,已经没有意义再去等下一个循环了。Snake用了两秒钟跑到了拐角,然后蜷下身子,但愿他没有被看到。很幸运,暗色的潜入服很好的融入了四周的黑暗。
蠢货,你们没有看见我
他静静地数秒,等待下一次循环。
声音,有两个人。第三个守卫来到了Snake必经的那个守卫身边。看来接下去要比Snake原先想象的要更具挑战。
探照灯扫过地面。
Snake依旧能够看到卡车边上的那个守卫,在那里抽着烟,但是至少他一动也没动,这就足够了。
灯光交错,开始从中间移开,Snake开始行动了,急跑过画在地上的“H”符号,捡起箱子,朝里面望了一眼。
手雷。电子干扰手雷。
Snake掏出它们,迅速地将它们塞进自己的袋子。是时候该走了。
他从左边跑下平台,跑向大约二十英尺外那两个守卫所站的地方。他们正边抽烟边聊着天,即使Snake就在他们的视野方向中,至少到现在他们还没有看到他。
他们终于注意到了Snake,于是他加快了速度。当Snake如飞出地狱的恶魔般扑向他们,将他们击倒在地时,他们还只是张大了嘴呆望着他。两个守卫直直地倒向地面,而Snake的双臂正紧紧的锁住了他们的咽喉。Snake将两个守卫当作缓冲落在了地上,着地时的那身闷响预示着他们的对话再也不能继续了。
Snake转过头,朝北边望去,卡车边的那个守卫不见了。
哦,不妙。
Snake拽着他们的毛皮面罩将它们拖到建筑左边8英尺外的一个凹陷处。他原来看到的那扇开着的大门里面貌似是一个贮藏室,看来值得去看看里面藏着什么。
一台安保摄像机转过一个圆弧指向入口处。
一台监视摄像机?
等到它转到右边的时候就是机会。Snake等着摄像头转过他必经的路线。当它完全转过的那一瞬间,他一跃穿过大门进到房间里,就地一滚,稳稳站住,手中握着他的SOCOM。
第四个守卫坐在那儿,将他的头深深埋在环抱的双手中。
他睡着了吗?
守卫的动作打消了他的疑虑,那个守卫长出了一口气,摆弄了一下头,又将头深深的埋进了怀里。
Snake悄悄地走进储藏室的一端,检查了一下放置在那里的箱子。大部分里面都是供应的食物,对他来说根本没有用处。看来已经有老鼠捷足先登了,一些靠近地面的箱子都被咬出了口子,漏出来的谷物洒在地上。他来到西墙前,贴着它移动到了睡梦中的守卫身后四英尺的地方。
守卫突然惊醒,他的头抬了起来,而这正是Snake所期望的。
“看来你有睡间呼吸骤停的症状,”Snake说道,“该去检查一下了。”
正当守卫转过头想要知道谁在说话的时候,Snake突然伸出手,抓住他的头套,将他的脑袋重重一拧。
一声像击掌般的碎裂声响过。
Snake将守卫的身体轻轻放下,摆成好像他还在睡觉的样子,然后来到屋子北边的柜子前。
“上校,我找到了一副红外探测器。”
这是一副Arms重工A型红外探测器,高效的热能探测装备,Snake拿起它,放进自己的口袋里。
“你好,Snake,这里是Nastasha Romanenko。”
“噢,那个核武专家吧。加州的阳光怎么样?”
“很不错,虽然现在是晚上。我很高兴你找到了一副红外探测仪。我想你知道,它是通过热能侦测呈像,而不像夜视仪是通过放大光线的亮度。即使是在完全的黑暗中它们也能起作用。不仅如此,它还能穿透光学迷彩和侦测‘大砍刀(Claymore)’地雷。”
“谢谢,Nastasha,不过我都知道。”
“噢,对不起。我想也许我还是保持沉默知道你来问我吧,好吗?”
“好。”
“他们请我来参与这次行动,作为核紧急处理专家。我很荣幸得到这个机会。我们不能容许恐怖分子拥有任何的核武器,我希望我能帮你阻止他们。”
“如果有需要,我回来联系你的,Nastasha。”Snake说完结束了通信。
他快速的扫了一眼剩下的架子,打算拿上一盒M9的弹药,但是最终还是放了回去。他已经在停机坪上浪费了太多时间。
Snake瞟了一眼屋子外的监控摄像头,等到它调转方向,便一个疾步跃到屋外的货箱背后。他用背紧贴着箱子,一点点的移向边缘。
全都搞定了。
Snake闪身到下一个箱子后边。箱子的边上是一辆M548货运卡车,也许遮雨棚底下能找到些好东西,但是Snake还没有找到剩下的那个守卫的踪迹,于是他停了下来,小心地注意周围的动静。
房子右边传来脚步声。Snake伏下身子,看到那个守卫正绕过一个货箱,向卡车边的哨位走来。Snake从口袋里掏出一颗电子干扰手雷,拉下保险,将它从卡车的上面抛过,让它滚到右墙边。五秒钟后,随着一声爆响,金属微尘散布满天。电子干扰手雷并不是破坏性的爆炸物,它们的破坏力是极其微弱的,它的主要用途是干扰敌人的监控系统或者是吸引敌人的注意力。
被这声响动所吸引,那个守卫调头转向右墙。他喊着其他的队友的名字,但是却没有任何一声回应。他举起步枪,朝着发出响动的方向蹑足走去。一等守卫的身影绕过货箱转出视野,Snake一个鱼跃躲到了卡车的左侧。他掀起油布,发现车上装的全都是硬纸板箱,其中有一个箱子没有盖严,里面装的是更多地的干扰手雷。Snake把手探了进去,抓起两个,然后塞进自己的口袋。
Snake转头看向北边,那扇紧闭的钢制大门后面就是基地的内部,但是直接进去显然不是一个好主意。他突然注意到门的边上有一个不大的通风管开口。开口被简单的铁丝网罩覆盖,看来他只需要用手指轻轻一拽就能把它卸下来。这是他接下来的目标,不过在进去之前,他不希望那个剩下的守卫注意到他那些躺在雪堆里的队友。
“在这里!”
那个守卫显然错将Snake的喊声当作是来自他的僚友的回应。Snake听到他一路向卡车小跑过来,于是他伏倒在地上,一个滚翻到了卡车的下面。那个可怜的家伙,来到了卡车边上,却发现这里空无一人。Snake从卡车的另一侧探出身子,然后悄然地来到他的身后。
电光火石间,Snake从守卫的身后用双手抓住了他的步枪,然后使尽将它向后扯,勒住守卫的脖子直到他的身子便得瘫软无力。他打开卡车的车门,一把将守卫的尸体塞到座位上去。
他用手套包裹的十指紧紧环扣住网栅,将它拽了下来。虽然有点挤,但是管道的大小恰好适合他在里面爬行。管道里很黑,于是他打开了肩衬上的小照明灯。现在他所要做的就只剩下在这崎岖的管道中探索前行。
他在这阴森的管道中一点点地向前挪着,庆幸自己摆脱了外面的寒冷。尽管直升机平台被用滑动天顶所遮盖,但是室内的温度根本没比外面暖和。而现在在基地里,中央空调维持了温度的适宜。
“怎么样了,Snake?”Campbell上校透过CODEC问。
“该死,都是老鼠屎。”Snake不满的嘟嘟着,他听到一个女人哈哈的笑声,“这一点都不有趣。”
“Snake,如果这是你任务中最糟糕的,那你还有什么值得抱怨的?”
他继续向前爬行,直到来到了一个位于管道下侧的网栅口。他透过网格向下看去,下面看来是一个储藏重型装备的仓库,事实上,他辨认出那是一辆坦克。
“一辆Abrams(M1主战坦克)?”
“什么?”
“上校,在这里有一辆Abrams坦克。”
“是的,Snake,他们拥有两辆。我们的专家报告说你现在正在接近影子摩西的修理苦,这里存放着车辆、坦克和……弹药。”
“知道了,上校。不过现在我得……行了。”
在他正下方大约5英尺的地方,两个守卫走过,在他们经过的时候,Snake听到了一些他们对话的片断。
“……通风管道已经清理,他们也已经喷过灭鼠剂了。”
“那么那个家伙呢?”
“你指的是DARPA那个?他被转移到了地下一楼的单人牢房里,就在那个女人隔壁。”
“听说她很暴躁,我可不想跟她打交道……”
士兵渐渐走远。
女人?是Meryl Sliverburgh吗?
“上校,我知道DARPA局长在哪里了。”Snake打开了CODEC,“我想还有你的侄女。”
Snake一直沿着管道前行,来到了一个向下的拐角。他不知道冠带一直延伸到何处,但如今他已经没有别的选择了。他伸直手臂,将身体撑起直到背脊贴住管道的金属内壁。双肩和膝盖都疼得厉害,但是他早已在猎狐犬的障碍训练中习惯这一切。
最终他来到了另一个网栅口,他用双腿和背顶住管子的另一侧好让自己休息一下,并且可以看到外面的情况。
原先的那两个守卫走下了一段楼梯,倚靠在大约七尺远的扶手上。
“……注意些。”
“怎么了?”
“我听说有人闯进来了,而且已经干掉了三个人。听说他有隐形迷彩。警戒已经被加强了。跟我走。”
他们沿着过道走出了Snake的视野。
另一个潜入者?隐形迷彩?
“上校,这里还有一个潜入者。除非他们说的是我,不然的话估计有麻烦了。”
“你确认把那些守卫都藏好了?”
“是的,不过谁也不能保证不会被发现。”
“那它们一定会对你有所戒备。”
但是我干掉了不止三个人。
“不论如何,上校,我不这么认为。我相信他们讨论的另有其人。随它去,我还得继续。”
Snake弓起身子,继续沿着管道向前挪动。
他脊背的剧痛持续了几分钟之后,终于到了尽头,通风管在末端形成一个“T”字型,通往相反的两个方向,该选哪边?
突然一阵急促的刮擦声为他指明了方向。
什么东……
一小群棕鼠从他的左方急窜而过,绕过他的身子,然后进到了右边的管道里。“孩子们,赶着干啥呢?”Snake喃喃道。这群啮齿动物显然明白它们要走的方向,于是他也调头转向右边。
“Snake,我们发现你正接近修理库,那里应该有出口。”Mei Ling的声音在耳机里响起。
“了解。”
Snake减缓了爬行的速度以减轻声音,万一正巧有人从管道上面经过,这样倒是绝对是一个保险的方法。他们可不会对一个从地下管道里钻出来的陌生人手下留情。
他爬近网栅,从积满灰尘的网眼向外看去,这里通向修理库的一楼地面。尽管这里大得能够容纳一架小型飞机,但是却被两辆Abrams坦克所占据。天花板上的照明灯光将整个仓库打亮,即使是衣着深黑的人也能从另一端被看见。
他没有看到任何一个守卫的身影,但是他能清晰地听到它们在不远处的聊天声。他不能确定从那边能不能看见通风管口,但是不论如何,他都还是缓缓地将网栅卸下来,小心地倾斜过来,然后拿进管道里。之后他才敢将头探出金属的管口。
两个守卫站在他右上方的架空人行走道上,没有迹象显示一楼还有人在巡逻,但是这不代表没有守卫。Snake决定还是稳妥一点,先吸引开守卫的注意力,好让他能在不被注意到的情况下从管道里爬出来。他掏出一颗.45子弹,然后从管口探出半个身子,用背脊倚在地面上,朝着最近的Abrams坦克掷了出去。但是由于周围吵闹的环境,没有一个守卫注意到这个声音。他不想再浪费一颗子弹,可是他不得不如此。他瞄准了左边的架空人行道,就在守卫相对的方向。Snake再次使劲地将子弹狠狠地抛出,击中了左边的墙壁。这次子弹弹落到人行走道上,随之发出一声锵然的撞击声。两个守卫朝响动的方向看去,不知低语了些什么,然后分散开来。一个沿着北边的过道向西面走了过去,另一个选择了南边的过道,也就是说将从Snake的头上经过。Snake等待着脚步声的经过,然后从管道里滑了出来。
Snake站了起来,扫了一眼库房的中央,然后跑到了最近的Abrams坦克的右侧。在这里他可以清楚地看见东墙上的电梯,但是他绝不会冒险接近,因为这之间的区域完完全全暴露在守卫的视野之下。

Snake咒骂了一声然后开始搜索其它的途径。在他东南面15英尺处有一架通向二楼的钢质楼梯。他又一次掏出了一个弹夹,向库房北边扔了过去,击中了第二辆坦克。
守卫们急匆匆地赶去一探究竟,Snake抓住这次机会冲向阶梯,像一只猫科动物般地悄然爬了上去。上面的灯光弱了许多。影子是他最好的朋友,他不断从一处阴影窜进另一处阴影,直到他最终蜷身躲在与守卫同一侧的过道上。而守卫们正伏在栏杆上检查着第二辆坦克周围的情况。
Snake俯下身子四肢着地,正如Miller教官教授他的,沿着人行过道缓缓爬行,以减轻产生的噪音。他像一只大猫一样悄悄接近他的猎物。当他离目标只剩接近三十尺时,他俯到在地面上,从大腿上的枪袋中拔出SOCOM手枪和消声器。他将消声器拧上枪管,双手持枪瞄准,将一发子弹射向那个守卫。上一次任务以后他已经很久没有用过这种武器了,但手感依旧良好。在隐居生活中用雪球投掷他的小木屋是一个很不错的练习,但这绝对比不上瞄准一个活着的靶子那种真实的感觉。
子弹的冲击力让那个守卫重重地抽动了一下,就好似是被一只大虫子蜇了一下。另一个守卫疑惑地看着他的队友摇晃着倒下。当那个受了伤的家伙开始倒下的时候,Snake抓住时机向了第二个守卫开了一枪。手枪在他的手中猛地一跳。当第一个守卫砰然倒地的瞬间,另一个守卫身形一扭,翻过了栏杆,他的身体伴随着一记碎裂声坠落在下层的混凝土地面上。
Snake拧过头环视四周,整个库房里已经再没有别的人了。
他站了起来,然后跑下楼梯。第一具尸体已经搞定,但是他还得处理剩下的那个家伙。他跑了过去,拽着他的脚踝将他拖到了一侧的一个废物桶边。Snake打开桶盖,将尸体丢了进去,然后盖好盖子。
右边有个储藏室,但是需要安保卡才能进入。
“上校,你们没给我准备什么安保卡之类的?”
“没有,Snake,这些东西你应该能从某些地方,呃……或者某些人那儿找到。”
Snake可不打算去挑战无限的数学可能,于是他掉头跑向货运电梯。
他按下标志B1的按钮:“上校,我正在通往地下一层的路上,好戏就要开演了。”
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