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合金装备1官方小说(中英)第六章

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6

SNAKE STOOD IN a Weaver stance with the SOCOM in both hands, facing the elevator doors as they opened at the first-floor basement to an empty hallway that led forward several feet before making a jog to the left. Snake continued to hold the handgun at a readied position as he stepped out of the lift. The first thing that struck him was a damp, musty smell overlying the foul door of an unclean toilet. He thought that if prisoners were being held on this level, they were either mildewed or asphyxiated by now.
A shut steel door with a security keypad was on his right. Snake quickly examined the contraption and knew it was useless to try to hot-wire it.

  “Snake,” Mei Ling said, “we’re picking up three warm bodies in your area. And check your Codec. We’re getting the signal that the DARPA chief is just around the corner from you.”

  “I see it.” Sure enough, a blinking blue light appeared on the level ground plan that automatically appeared on the Codec. Snake went farther down the hallway to another steel door; it too was shut tight with a security keypad. “I’m at the door to the cell block. No luck, guys, unless you have a code for me.”

  “Not yet. There’s got to be another way in. keep looking.”

  Snake went to the junction and stopped at the edge. He carefully shot a look around the corner and saw that the rest of the corridor was empty. He moved along, the gun still in hand, but there were no doors; it was a dead end. There was, however, a steel stepladder leaning against the back wall.


  And another ventilation duct just below the ceiling.

  “I just found my way in. Don’t change channels.”

  He quickly set up the ladder, climbed it to the vent, pried off the grating, laid it inside the duct, and crawled inside. The smell was worse in the shaft. Snake crept forward and after ten feet came to an intersection; the shaft kept going straight, but a leg jogged off to the left. Snake consulted the map on the Codec. It was difficult to distinguish which path was the one that would lead him to the blinking blue light that was Anderson; he tried the left path first.
Snake quietly crept along the metal until he came to another grating in the duct bottom. Looking through it, he had a bird’s-eye view of a restroom stall. A guard who appeared to be tall and blond sat on the toilet with a magazine in his lap. The noises the man’s body was making were nearly inhuman. The guard grumbled to himself, belched, and muttered something about last night’s curry.

  “We hear him, Snake. We’re analyzing the voice algorithms just in case he’s somebody important,” Mei Ling announced.

  Snake checked the indicator light on the Codec. It was now apparent that DARPA chief Anderson was not situated along the duct path he had taken. Still, it would be useful to know the layout of the level in case he ever had to return. Snake moved on past the restroom grating and came to another on twenty feet beyond. Looking down, he could see a messy office containing a desk overflowing with papers and junk food wrappers, a few dirty magazines, and three computer monitors. What particularly caught Snake’s eye were the boxes of ammunition and grenades that were on the floor against the wall. He wagered that the office belonged to the man on the toilet.

  “He’s a low-level guard, Snake, a rookie,” Mei Ling said. “He’s known as simply Johnny. According to the Shadow Moses personnel records, he’s the lead computer technician on base.”
“I’d like to get down into his office and poke around.”

  Campbell spoke up. “Remember your first priority, Snake.”

  “Don’t worry, Colonel. I’m on my way to he other fork.”

  Snake managed to turn around inside the duct and make his way back to the junction. He took the other path, crawled along for twenty feet, and came to another jog the left. Just beyond that was a grating in the duct floor. Snake moved to it and peered into the cell below.

  A young woman dressed in what appeared to be military trousers and a workout bra was busy doing sit-ups on the floor. She had red hair, was thin and lean, and obviously took her exercising very seriously.

  Meryl Silverburgh, in the flesh.

  Snake wondered if he should let her know he was there but decided against it. First things first. His orders were to find Anderson before he did anything else. Besides, the girl didn’t appear to be in any distress. He’d come back for her.

  He moved on to another grating ten feet beyond Meryl’s. It, too, was directly over a cell, and Snake could see an African-American man with his head in his hands sitting on the decrepit bunk that was fastened to the wall. Snake checked the Codec and saw that was fastened to the wall. Snake checked the Codec and saw that he was right on target. He pried off the grating, pulled it inside the duct, and dropped down into the cell.

  DARPA chief Anderson looked up and gasped.

  “I’m a friend!” Snake said quietly. “I’m here to get you out.”

  “Who are you?” The man looked haggard, much older than his fifty-something years. He was dressed in what once had been a nice suit. Bloodstains covered patched of his formerly white shirt.

  “My name’s not important. You’re Anderson, right?”

  The man nodded. He stood, a little unsteady on his feet.

  “Are you all right?”

  “I think so. They tortured me.”

  “Okay, we’re leaving this place, but first I need some information. Sit down for a second.”

  Anderson hesitated and then returned to the bunk. “What do you want to know?”

  “These terrorists, they’re threatening a nuclear strike. Are they capable of it?”

  “Terrorists…?”

  “The guys that took over the base and their little army. They’re threatened the White House with a nuclear strike unless some demands are met. Can they do it?”

  Anderson closed his eyes and nodded. “I think so. They could launch a nuclear weapon if they really wanted to.”

  Snake crouched in front of the man so that they could speak softly. “But I thought Shadow Moses Island was just a nuclear waster facility where you dismantle warheads. How could the terrorists get access to a live one?”

  “You’re not very informed ,are you?” Anderson said with a smirk. “That’s just a cover story. A nuclear disposal outfit? Yeah, Shadow Moses dose that, too, but for years this has really been a government-run arms research and development facility. We’re been building a new type of experimental weapon. A damned important weapon, if I say so myself.”

  Snake could see that the man still had his pride, if not his dignity. “What do you mean?”

  “It’s a walking battle tank. It has the ability to launch a nuclear strike from anywhere on earth. It’s mobile.”

  Snake felt a chill run up his back. “Metal Gear? It can’t be!”
Anderson registered surprise. “You’ve heard of Metal Gear? It’s our most classified black project! How could you know about it?”
“Let’s just say I’ve had Metal Gear business in the past.” In fact, Metal Gears had been involved in the Outer Heaven and Zanzibarland incidents in which Snake previously had encountered Big Boss. “But I thought the project was scrapped – too dangerous.”

  “Nope. ArmsTech and DARPA joined forces to perfect the thing. We’ve been working on it for three years, and now it’s done.” The man sighed heavily. “But now the revolutionaries have it.”

  Revolutionaries? “You mean terrorists?”

  “Er, yeah, terrorists. They have REX.”

  “REX?”

  “Metal Gear REX. That’s the new code name. and it’s probably already been armed with a warhead. These guys are pros. They’re all experienced in handling and equipping nuclear weapons.”

  A voice at the cell window startled them both. “Hey!”

  Snake retreated and hugged the wall next to the door. Johnny, the guard from the toilet, appeared at the window. “Are you talking to yourself again? Shut up!”

  Anderson muttered “Sorry,” and looked at the floor. After a moment, Johnny moved away. Snake waited a moment more and then slinked around the cell until he was at the edge of the bunk. They continued the conversation in whispers.

  “Are there launch safety measures?” Snake asked.

  “Detonation codes? Fail-safe codes?”

  “Yeah, you mean PAL. There are two different passwords to launch. I know one of the passwords. Baker – the president of ArmsTech – he knows the other password.” Anderson bowed his head sheepishly. “But they know my password.”

  “You talked?”

  “I said I was tortured. That one with the gas mask- Psycho Mantis. He can read your mind. You can’t resist it no matter how hard you try. And believe me, I tried! It’s probably a matter of time before they get Baker’s password, too. They may already have it.”

  “Where is Baker?”

  “We were together, but they separated us. They moved him somewhere in the second-floor basement. I heard the guard say they put him in an area that has a lot of electronic jamming.”

  “Any other clues?”

  “I think they cemented all the entrances, but that was yesterday. I doubt they’ve painted them yet. ”

  Snake cursed to himself. “That’s great. They probably have both passwords.”

  “But there’s another way to stop the launch.”

  “Yeah?”

  “With card keys. There’s … there’s three of them. Even without the passwords, you can insert the keys and engage the safety lock.”

  “Terrific. Three card keys. Now where are they?”

  “Baker has them.”

  “then we’ve got to go get him. Come on, let’s get you out of here. Can you walk okay?”

  “Oh, I just thought of something.” Anderson stood, reached into his pocket, and removed his wallet. He took out what looked like a credit card and handed it to Snake. “This is my ID; it’s a PAN card. It’ll open any Security Level One door.”

  “I know how it works. Personal Area Network. Thanks.”
  “Hey. You haven’t heard of any other way to disarm the PAL, have you?”

  “What do you mean? I didn’t even know there was a Metal Gear here.”

  “Is the White House going to meet the terrorists’ demands?”

  “Hell if I know. That’s their problem. I have my orders and -”

  “What about the Pentagon?”

  “The Pentagon? What are you talking about?”

  “Then you don’t know that – uhm …I …” Anderson’s face suddenly conveyed pain. His eyes bulged in fear as he gasped for air and clutched his chest.

  “What’s wrong? What is it?”

  The man screamed loudly, panicked, and lunged for snake. He grabbed hold of Snake’s shoulders and tried to speak but could only fight for breath. Finally, as if an electric shock had gone through his chest, Anderson jerked violently and then collapsed onto the floor.

  “What the hell just happened?” Dr. Hunter asked.

  “I don’t know! It looked to me like the chief just had a heart attack!”

  “Check his pulse!”

  Snake did so. “Nada. He’s flatlined. I don’t understand it. One minute he was fine – you heard him – and the next-”

  “Forget it, Snake,” Campbell said. “Better find the ArmsTech president, and fast.”

  “Colonel, what did he mean about the Pentagon? Are you keeping information from me?”

  “No, Snake. But…”

  “But what?”

  “Snake, this op is level red. You know the drill. You’d need the highest security clearance to be in on the whole story.”

  “And I don’t have that? You send me in here to do the dirty work and I don’t know everything I need to survive?”

  “Secretary of Defense Houseman is in operational control; I told you that. I report to him. Come on; we don’t have time to sit and argue about it!”

  “Fine. Wait -”

  He heard sounds of a ruckus in Meryl’s cell next door. She was fighting with someone! It went on for several seconds, and Snake wondered if he should hurry up into the air duct and help the woman. But then there was a loud farump! And the crash of a body falling against the bunk. Then it was quiet. Snake waited a moment and then heard Meryl’s cell door open. He started to climb onto the bunk so that he could slip up into the duct again but heard a key card swipe Anderson’s door.

  “Mister Anderson?” a soft voice whispered.

  The door opened. Johnny stood there, wearing a mask and pointing a FAMAS at Snake. No, it wasn’t Johnny.

  The feminine voice accused him. “You killed the DARPA chief?”

  “What?”

  “I heard you through the wall. You killed him!”

  Snake noticed that the guard’s hands were shaking. He lowered his SOCOM. “You ever pointed a gun at anyone before? Your hands are shaking.”

  “Who are you?” Meryl Siverburgh asked.

  Snake almost laughed. “Can you shoot me, rookie?”

  “Careful, I’m no rookie.”

  “You’ve never had to kill anyone, have you? You haven’t even taken the safety off, rookie.”

  The woman pulled the mask down so that she could get a better look at him. “Liquid?”

  “Huh?”

  “No. Wait. You’re not … but you look like… ”

  “Yeah, I know. Come on, let’s get out of here, all right? I’m on your side. Your uncle Roy sent me. What happened to Johnny?”
She lowered her rifle. “He got fresh. I left him in my cell. How do I look?”

  The guard’s uniform was a little big on her. “I think you’ll pass. I have to get to the second-floor basement. Do you know ArmsTech president Baker?

  “Yeah.”

  “Then come on.”

  They stepped out of the cell together, and Snake noticed that Johnny was on the floor of the cell, facedown with his ass sticking up in the air.

  Then he heard the entrance to the cell area slide open.

  Three heavily armed genome troopers stormed into the cell block. Meryl immediately whirled to fire the FAMAS, but as Snake had noted, her safety was on. Snake thought fast and drew the SOCOM – thwack, thwack. Three head shots and the trio was down.

  “So, uhm, nice work, rookie,” Snake said.

  “Shut up.”

  The sound of approaching boots gave them no time to jump for cover. Three more troopers poured through the door, and this time Meryl let loose a volley of noisy spray fire, mowing down the men in seconds.

   She turned to Snake as if to say, “See there?”

  “Nice shooting, but now everyone in the complex will know we’re here.”

  She ran toward the door and said, “Come on; I know my way around this place.”

  “Meryl! Wait!”

  But she was gone.

  What the hell? Where’s she going?

  Snake followed her out of the cell block and saw her at the end of the hallway, headed for the exit. She turned, aimed the FAMAS at him, and fired another volley of rounds. Snake leaped to the side to avoid being hit, rolled, and cursed aloud. When he sprung back to his feet, she had disappeared.

  The crazy woman! Why’d she do that?!

  Snake started to run after her but suddenly felt disoriented. For a moment he wasn’t sure where he was, and then a searing pain knifed through his head. He staggered and leaned against the wall. He was confused but had the presence of mind to wonder wht there were no bullet holes from Meryl’s blast. The wall was completely smooth.

   Am I imagining things?

  And then he closed his eyes-

  -and saw DARPA chief Anderson strapped in a chair, an interrogation lamp shining brightly over his head. Anderson was dead or had passed out. Snake recognized three figures standing around the poor man: Liquid Snake, Revolver Ocelot, and Psycho Mantis.

  “He’s dead,” Ocelot said.

  “You fool!” Liquid grumbled. “I told you to be careful!”
Psycho Mantis replied, “His mental shielding was too strong.”

  “We’ll never get the detonation codes now.”

  “Wait, sir,” Mantis said. “I have an idea.”

  - and the vision dissipated as Snake opened his eyes. He felt the cold steel of the cell block wall against his face. Consciousness returned, and he found that he was standing, hugging the wall. The headache went away as rapidly as it had appeared, and he no longer felt disoriented.

  “Doctor Hunter?”

  “Yes, Snake?”

  “I just … I don’t know. Something weired just happened.”

  “What?”

  “I had some kid of hallucination. And a splitting headache for about a minute, but now it’s gone.”

  After a pause, Dr. Hunter replied. “It could be psychometric interference coming from Psycho Mantis. He’s probably nearby. What was the hallucination?”

  Snake shook his head and flung the cobwebs away. “Never mind. I’m on my way to the second-floor basement. Let’s hope Baker’s still alive. And Colonel?”

  “Yes, Snake?”

  “Your niece is one wacky babe.”






Chapter 6
电梯门在地下一层打开了,Snake摆好韦弗射姿,双手紧紧握住SOCOM指向门外。在他面前是一条走廊。这条走廊延伸到几尺外,然后转向了左边。Snake跨出电梯,身体依旧保持着瞄准射击的姿势。他刚踏进走廊,一股似乎是来自污浊的厕所的气味就扑面而来。他料想关在这儿的人要不得得霉菌病要不就得窒息。
在他的右手边有一扇安装了密码键盘的钢制大门,Snake迅速地检查了一下,但是按照现在的情形是没有必要去尝试这个玩意了。
“Snake,”Mei Ling通过CODEC告诉他,“我们发现这里有三个热感影像,你可以看一下你的CODEC,DARPA局长离你很近了。”
“了解。”CODEC的显示屏上出现的一个闪烁的蓝色记号显示着目标在本层的位置。Snake沿着走廊继续前进,来到了另一扇铁门前面。果不其然,这扇门也同样安装了密码键盘。
“我已经到了通往牢房的门前,但要是你们没给我准备密码,我看那就没戏了。”
“没呢,一定有别的方法的,你在附近找找。”
Snake跑到走廊的边缘,扫视了一下,发现剩下的一段走廊是空的。他握着枪小心地走了过去,这里没有别的路了,但是,一架梯子被倚靠在墙边。
天花板的下面正有着一个通风管开口。
“我找到路了,别换台哦!”
他架起梯子,取下管口的网栅,然后爬了进去。里面的气味更是糟糕,他向前行进了大约10尺以后遇上了一处分岔,一边是继续向前;另一边是一条向左的的分支。Snake检查了一下地图,很难区别到底哪一条能够通往Anderson的牢房,于是他决定先试一下左边那条。
Snake小心地沿着金属管道爬行,很快地他来到了一处向下的开口。透过网格他可以鸟瞰整个休息室。一个貌似身形高大的金发守卫正坐在马桶上,他的膝盖上还放着本杂志,发出一阵阵听似非人的噪音。他在那边独自喃喃着一些关于前一晚的咖喱的事。
“我们听到他的声音了,Snake。接下来我们来检测一下他的音频,看看他是不是什么重要的家伙。”
Snake再次检查了一下他的CODEC,看来DARPA局长并不是在这个方向上。不过了解一下他出来时必经的路还是有必要的。他继续向前了二十尺,此时他的下方是一个凌乱的办公室,里面摆放着一张被文件纸和垃圾食品胡乱覆盖着的办公桌,一对脏兮兮的杂志,还有三台电脑显示器。而最能吸引Snake注意力的是墙边的几箱弹药和手雷。他估计这些是属于那个厕所里的守卫的。
“他只是个低级守卫,Snake,一个菜鸟。”Mei Ling道,“他叫作Johnny,根据影子摩西的记录,他是个高级计算机技师。”
“我想下到他的办公室里转一下。”
“别忘了你的第一要务,Snake。”Campbell上校提醒他。
“别紧张,上校。我正在去另一个岔口的路上。”
Snake成功地在管道里转了个身,掉头钻进了另一个分支。大约又爬行了二十尺,他拐进了一个向左的管道,就在那儿有一个管道开口,Snake爬了过去,然后向下窥视。
一个穿着军部长裤和训练抹胸的女人在地板上做着仰卧起坐。她有一头火红的头发,苗条而瘦高,看来她训练得很是认真。
Meryl Silverburgh,一定是的。
Snake犹豫了一下是否要让她知道,然后还是决定不这么做。他还是得先找到Anderson。再者,这个女孩看来暂时并没有什么危险,他决定还是等会儿再来找她。
Snake又前进了大约十尺,透过通风管的开口,他可以看到一个黑人双手托着头坐在一张靠墙的悬床上。Snake检查了一下CODEC,确认这就是他的目标。他揭下网栅,将它放在管道里,然后纵身跃下。
DARPA局长惊讶地抬起头。
“我是自己人。”Snake小声对他说,“我来救你出去。”
“你是什么人?”他看上去形容憔悴,样貌根本不像一个知天命之年的人。他穿着一套原来应当是很体面的西装,但是如今衬衫的前胸上已经遍布斑斑血迹。
“我是谁并不重要。你是Anderson,没错吧?”
男子点了点头,似乎脚下有些不稳。
“你没事吧。”
“我想还成。他们拷问了我。”
“好吧,我们准备出发,不过我想先了解一些事,先坐下吧。”
Anderson犹豫了一下,还是坐回了床上:“你想知道些什么?”
“这些恐怖分子威胁说有核武器,确实是这样吗?”
恐怖分子……”
“这群占领了基地的家伙威胁白宫说假如要求不被满足就要释放核弹,他们是不是真的做得到?”
Anderson合上双眼,点了点头:“我想是的。假如愿意,他们绝对能做到。”
Snake蹲在他的面前,好让他能方便地对话:“但是影子摩西不是销毁核弹头的地方吗?他们又是如何得到一颗完整的核弹头?”
“看来你还被蒙在鼓里,”Anderson笑了一笑,“核武销毁基地?这只是个幌子。影子摩西过去是被用来干这个的,但是现在它已经变成了政府进行武器研究和试验的基地。俄噢们正在这里研制一种新型的武器。一种很他妈重要的武器。”
Snake注意到这个男子还保留着一种胜过于自尊的骄傲:“什么意思?”
“这是一种步行式主战坦克。他拥有在地球任何一个地方移动发射核武器的能力。”
Snake只感到背脊一阵发凉:“Metal Gear!不可能!”
Anderson诧异的看着他:“你听说过Metal Gear?这是我们最高的机密,你是怎么知道他的?”
“我已经跟它打过很多次交道了。”事实上,在“世外天堂”和“桑给巴尔国”与大首领的交手中,Snake都已经对付过这个可怕的机器了。“我一直以为这个计划已经被终止了,这实在是太危险了。”
“恰恰相反,Aems重工和DARPA参与并扩大了这个计划,我们已经在这上面进行了超过三年的实验,现在他终于完成了。”他长长地叹了一口气,“但是他又跑到了‘革命者’手里。”
革命者?“你指的是这群恐怖分子?”
“呃,是的。他们拥有了REX。”
“REX?”
“Metal Gear REX,他的代号。他已经被安上了一颗核弹头了。这群家伙完全有能力操纵核武器。”
从牢门里传出来的一个声音吓了他们一跳:“嘿!”
Snake闪身到了门边上的墙角里。Johnny,那个厕所里的守卫,出现在窗口前:“你在自言自语吗?安静点!”
Anderson低声答道:“对不起。”然后低头看着地面。
一会儿之后,Johnny走开了,Snake多等了几秒钟,然后贴着牢房墙又来到了床边。他们继续低声对话。
“难道没有核安全密码吗?譬如起爆密码或是解除密码?”
“你是说PAL吧,要成功发射必须有两套起爆密码。我有其中之一,Arms重工总裁Baker有另一个。”Anderson羞愧的低下头,“他们已经获得了我的密码。”
“你说了?”
“我说过我被严刑拷打了。那个带防毒面具的家伙——Psycho Mantis,他能读我的思想,你根本无法抗拒。相信我,我尽力了!我想Baker也不会坚持太久了,他们就要成功了!”
“Baker在哪里?”
“我们本在一起,但是他们把我们分离开了。他们把他带到了地下二层的某个地方。我听说他们把他转移到了一个电子干扰很强的地方。”
“还有什么线索?”
“好像他们把所有的通道都封上了,但那不过是昨天的事,很有可能他们还没有来得及上漆。”
Snake低语道:“很好。看来他们已经把两个密码了都得到了。”
“但是还有一个方法可以阻止核弹的发射。”
“哦?”
“用密码卡。应该有……有三张。即使没有密码,你也能通过密码卡开启安全锁。”
“好,三张卡。那它们都在哪儿?”
“在Baker那儿。”
“那我们去找到它们。来,让我先把你救出去吧。你还能走吗?”
“哦,我想起来一件事。”Anderson站了起来,从口袋里掏出他的皮夹。他从皮夹里拿出一张像信用卡一样的卡片,“这是我的ID,是一张PAN卡,它能打开一级安保的门。”
“我知道怎么用,谢谢。”
“嘿,你有没有听说别的解除发射的方法?”
“什么意思?我连这里有Metal Gear都不知道。”
“白宫难道没有向恐怖分子妥协的打算?”
“见鬼,这又不是我的事,我有我自己的任务……”
“那五角大楼呢?”
“五角大楼?我不懂你在说什么。”
“那么你不知道那个……呃……啊!”Anderson的脸色突然变得铁青,他的双眼布满恐惧的神情,双手紧紧捂住胸口,看上去好像是透不过气来。
“怎么了?出了什么事?”
Anderson尖叫了一声,满是惊恐地向Snake踏出一步,他抓住Snake的肩膀试图说些什么,但是只发出了几声喉音。最终,像是被电击一般,Anderson重重地抽搐了一下,然后倒在了地上。
“该死,出什么事了?”Hunter博士问道。
“我不知道。看上去他好像心脏病发作了。”
“看下他的脉搏。”
Snake照做了。
“见鬼,他死了。我不知道怎么回事。一分钟前他还好好的,你们也听到的,然后就……”
“忘了他吧,Snake”上校说,“尽快找到Arms重工的总裁。”
“上校,他为什么要问五角大楼?你是不是向我隐瞒了什么?”
“没有,Snake,但是……”
“但是什么?”
“Snake,这是高级机密。你知道我们的规章,没有最高级别的审批是不能解除这些资料的。”
“我不能知道?你们派我来干脏活还不让我知道关乎性命的事?”
“国防部长Houseman全权负责这次行动,我告诉过你的。我会试试替你申请的。好了,我们没有时间来争论这些事了。”
“好吧。等等……”
隔壁Meryl的牢房里突然传出了一阵骚乱声,她在和不知什么人搏斗!混乱持续了好一会儿,Snake正担心是不是要通过排气管过去助她一臂之力。突然间传来一声闷响,紧接着是身体倒在床板上的声音,之后便是一片沉寂。Snake等了一会儿,然后就听见Meryl的牢门开了。他赶忙攀上排气口,然而他听见了有人用钥匙卡打开Anderson牢门的声音。
“Anderson局长?”一个柔和的声音低语道。
门开了,Johnny站在那儿,头戴面罩,用FAMAS指着Snake。
不,那不是Johnny!
一个女声大喊道:“你杀了DARPA局长!”
“什么?”
“我透过墙听见了你们的对话,是你杀了他!”
Snake注意到守卫的手在发抖,他放下了手中的SOCOM:“你从没有用枪指着别人过?你的手在发抖。”
“你是谁?”Meryl Silverburgh问道。
“你有胆量对我开枪吗,菜鸟?”Snake都快笑出来了。
“你小心点,我可不是菜鸟。”
“你从没有杀过人吧。你连保险都没有打开,菜鸟。”
女子摘下了面具,好让她能看清对手:“Liquid?”
“嗯?”
“不,等等。你不是……但是你们长得这么相像……”
“噢,我明白。来吧,让我们出去吧,我跟你是一边的。我是你叔叔Roy派来的。Johnny怎么了?”
她放下了步枪:“我把他放倒了,就在我的牢房里。我看上去怎么样?”
守卫制服对她来说有点大:“还过得去吧,我还得去地下二层。你知道Arms重工总裁Baker吧?”
“是的。”
“那么来吧。”
他们一同步出牢房,Snake注意到Johnny倒在牢房的地上,面朝下,屁股撅得老高。
接着他们就听见了牢房入口大门打开的声音。
三个重装基因士兵冲进了监狱区。Meryl举枪便射,但是正如之前Snake所说,她连保险都没有打开。Snake起手甩出三发子弹,砰、砰、砰,三个士兵应声倒下。
“噢,真不错,我们的小菜鸟。”
“闭嘴!”
他们还没来得及躲开找个掩护,又三个守卫冲进了大门,Meryl一通扫射,很快将他们放倒。
她转头瞟了Snake一眼,好像是在说:“这个怎样?”
“不错的枪法,不过现在整幢楼的人都知道我们在这了。”
“来吧,我对这儿比你熟。”Meryl边向外跑边说。
“Meryl,等等!”
但是她已经不见了。
见鬼。她跑哪去了?
Snake跟着她一直跑出了监狱区,看到她在走廊的末端,正跑向出口。突然她转过身,用FAMAS瞄准了他,然后一通扫射。Snake一个鱼跃翻滚到一边以躲开子弹,等他再次站稳的时候,她居然不见了。
这个疯女人,她到底在干什么?!
Snake继续追了上去,但是突然间感到一阵莫名的晕眩。那一瞬间他连自己是谁都无法确认,只感到似乎是有把刀在脑中割划,他蹒跚到了墙边,发现上面居然连一个弹孔都没有,光整得如镜面一般。
难道是幻觉?
接着他闭上了眼睛——
——他看见DARPA局长Anderson被架在一张椅子上,一盏明亮的审讯灯挂在他头顶上。Anderson看上去不是挂了就是晕过去了。Snake认出三个站在这个可怜的家伙身边的人:Liquid Snake、Revolver Ocelot还有Psycho Mantis。
“他死了。”Ocelot说。
“该死,”Liquid咆哮道,“我叫你小心点的!”
Psycho Mantis答道:“他的精神抵抗实在是太强了。”
“这下我们再也得不到起爆密码了。”
“等等,”Mantis道,“我有主意了。”
所有的景象随着Snake睁开眼睛而消失,他感到了紧贴脸颊的墙壁的冰冷。当意识完全恢复的时候,他发现自己站在那儿,紧紧搂着墙壁。脑袋里的疼痛感也如它来时那般迅速得消退了,他不再感到晕眩。
“Hunter博士?”
“怎么了,Snake?”
我……我也不知道,刚才发生了一些怪异的事。”
“什么?”
“我好像产生了幻觉,还有一阵持续大概一分钟的头痛,不过现在好了。”
愣了一愣,Hunter博士答道:“可能是Psycho Mantis的精神干扰,他可能就在附近。你有什么幻觉?”
Snake甩了甩头:“没什么。我就去地下二层,但愿Baker还健在。上校?”
“怎么?”
“你侄女真是个疯丫头。”
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