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合金装备1官方小说(中英)第八章

时间:2008-12-27 14:39来源:MGCN 作者:fengmosn,brightxy,Ca 点击:
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8

THE CYBORG NINJA attacked, with the high-frequency sword spearheading the lunge at Snake as if it had been launched by a powerful bow. Snake barely avoided the blade because the armored soldier moved with the speed of lightning. Despite his evasive action, the sword slashed Snake’s suit just beneath the left arm and sliced the skin along his rib cage. The pain caused his adrenaline to pump overtime, which shocked him into overcoming the complacency with which he had been executing the mission thus far.

  Whoever this guy is, he’s not playing around.

  The ninja continued to swing the sword back and forth in blink-of-an-eye strokes, shearing slivers off whatever material happened to be in the way- wood, metal, and plaster. If the cyborg got a fraction of an inch closer, one of Snake’s arms, or his head, surely would be rolling on the floor. Snake managed to back up and jump onto a four-foot-high platform of stacked forklift pallets. The maneuver surprised and confused the ninja, providing Snake with the moment he needed to fire his weapon. He squeezed the trigger and bombarded the cyborg with several rounds. But the ninja knocked the bullets away with his sword!

  Snake had never seen anything like it. The creature obviously could move with a speed far greater than that of any normal man.
He switched to spray fire and emptied the magazine, but the ninja continued to bat away bullets. Even through many of them got through the sword’s defenses, the rounds simply bounced off the armored suit as if they were marbles.

  “Your weapon dose not do you honor,” the ninja said. “Too slow.”

  Snake foresaw the sword swinging at him, jumped, and grabbed hold of a low-hanging girder. He swung his legs up and hugged it as the blade swiped the space where his body had been a split second earlier. The ninja attempted to strike him from the floor, but he wasn’t tall enough, so he jumped six feet into the air from a standing position. The blade swished toward Snake as he released the girder and fell onto the stack of wooden pallets. The top few split into timbers as his body crashed through them. He tried to wiggle out but was tuck within the broken slats.

  The ninja raised the sword to strike. Snake furiously kicked out the sides of the pallets to free himself, sending missiles of wood in the cyborg’s direction. The ninja’s blade easily shattered them into a hundred pieces. The distraction gave Snake the opportunity to pull back his knees and jackknife out of the pallets, perform a flip in midair, and land on his feet.

  The cyborg staggered back and held his head again.

  “The pain…” he groaned. The man’s entire body trembled for a second, and then he shook himself like a dog that had just emerged from a pool of water. The red sensor on his face focused on snake, and then he brandished the sword. “The pain makes me fell so alive!”

  And he attacked again.

  Snake didn’t waste time fighting, because it was futile. He needed a completely different strategy, and to formulate one he had to find some cover for a couple of minutes. He holstered his weapon and performed a somersault out of the way of the sword, which crashed down onto the floor where he’d been standing. Master Miller had taught him to use walls, stationary objects, and the furniture in a room as “springboards” – push – off points to get quickly from one place to another. Thus, Snake became something of a human pinball as he bounced away from he cyborg, leaping and kicking off solid surfaces with the agility of a circus artist. Three seconds later, he was behind one of the concrete pillboxes, his back against the wall, taking deep breaths. Reflexively, he reloaded the SOCOM and said for the benefit of the Codec, “Any suggestions on how to beat this guy would be greatly appreciated.”

  “Stand by, Snake; we’re working on it,” the colonel answered.

  Stand by? Was he kidding?

  Snake closed his eyes and concentrated on the sounds around him. The ninja moved silently and swiftly. Would he be able to hear the creature if he came close? What Snake could hear was his own heart beating furiously. It had been to long since he’d seen action such as this. Perhaps he hadn’t been in the best shape.

  Stop it, he willed himself. Of course I’m in shape. It’s that ninja who’s got the superpowers.

  He remembered more of Master Miller’s admonitions. Put an enemy’s strengths into perspective. Don’t compare him to yourself. Measuring the abilities of one man against those of another was pointless. What mattered was confidence, positive thinking, and envisioning victory over defeat before the battle had begun.

  Easier said than done.

  Becoming impatient with the dead silence in the room. Snake finally moved to the edge of the pillbox and stole a look back at the storage room. All he could see was Baker, still sitting under the lamp and the leaking steam pipe. The ninja was gone.

  Was the creature using his suit’s stealth qualities as camouflage? Was the cyborg right in front of his eyes but cleverly blended into the background.

  Snake slipped the thermal goggles back on. The heart from Baker’s body was cleanly visible, but it was weak – the man was dying. He had to get over there and talk to the guy before it was too late.

  There was no other heat source.

  Snake cautiously slipped out from behind the pillbox and then moved slowly back into the storeroom. He looked up and down the rows between equipment and supplies, but the ninja was nowhere to be seen. The creature must have fled.

  He didn’t sound like he was all there mentally, either.

  Snake set out for Baker but halted in midstride. Something wasn’t right. There was definitely another entity nearby. Snake’s senses were so finely turned that he could feel when there was danger around the corner. It was an asset of the genetic coding that went into his makeup, but Snake also had become more sensitive as a result of the post-traumatic stress disorder he had suffered from over the last couple of years. His previous mission for FOXHOUND had shaken him to the core, resulting in his early retirement and retreat into the Alaskan wilderness. It had taken months to rid of himself of the hallucinations, paranoia, and mental confusion that accompanied PTSD, but his rehabilitation inexplicably left him with ultra-awareness. He heard better, saw more clearly, reacted faster – and although he didn’t believe in a sixth sense, Master Miller had remarked that Snake had developed one.

  It was this sixth sense that saved his life. As he stood between the stacks of crates, a mere fifteen feet away from Baker, Snake became conscious of a presence hovering over him. He quickly glanced at the ceiling and reflexively leaped to the side before the exoskeleton fell on top of him.

  The cyborg ninja had climbed onto the girders and waited for the moment when he could leap upon his prey. But instead of colliding into Snake, the ninja crashed facedown onto the floor. The creature was slightly stunned.
  Snake used the opening to jump into position and kick the ninja in the head. The cyborg’s skull jerked backward as he emitted an unearthly cry of pain. Snake spun his body in preparation for another roundhouse kick, but this time the cyborg caught his ankle. Using unimaginable strength, the ninja lifted Snake with one arm and tossed him into a pile of crates as if the operative had the weight of a house cat. Then the cyborg got to his feet, drew the sword from his scabbard, and pointed it at Snake. He moved closer so that the sharp point touched Snake’s Adam’s apple.

  “Are you or are you not my enemy?”

  Snake was dazed by the throw. He lay helplessly on his back, looked up at the imposing exoskeleton, and waited for the inevitable skewering. But then he realized that the creature had asked him a question.

  “I’m not your enemy,” he answered. He took off the thermal goggles so that the creature could see the sincerity in his eyes.
The cyborg hesitated. The red sensor on his face fluctuated in intensity. He then pulled back the sword and straightened his body. Once again, the ninja rubbed his head. “the pain… I do no know…”

  The ninja turned from Snake and started to walk away as if he had just woken up from a dream and didn’t know where he was.
“Wait,” Snake said. “Let me help you!” But the ninja broke into a run and was gone before Snake could get to his feet. “Damn, he’s fast.”

  Snake didn’t chase after the tormented creature. He stood and brushed the splinters from his suit as he considered that there was something familiar about the ninja – but he didn’t know what it was. There was no time to think about it, either. Perhaps he’d run into the cyborg again, but for now, Baker was his main priority.
The ArmsTech president appeared to be unconscious, but Snake could see that he was still breathing. “Baker?” He approached and gently rustled the man. “Wake up. Can you hear me?”

  Baker groaned and lifted his head. “Who are you?” he asked in a whisper.

  Snake replaced the canteen. “Anderson said he gave them his detonation code. What about yours?”

  Baker winced and looked away. “I …I talked.”

  Damn!

  Snake wanted to slug the guy. “So now the terrorists have both codes? Do you realize what this means? They can launch a nuke anything they want!”

  “it was the physical… torture … But … but I resisted Psycho Mantis’s mind probe. The surgical implants… in my brain. Everyone … everyone who knows the codes has them.”

  “Even the DARPA chief?”

  “But Anderson said Psycho Mantis got the code from him. How can that be?”

  Baker shook his head in confusion. “I … I don’t know. Please. I’m …dying.”

  Snake crouched in front of him. “Listen to me. Okay, so the terrorists have both codec. But what about the card keys? The ones that override the detonation code? Do you have them?”

  The man shook his head again. “Not …anymore. I gave them … to the girl … there was a soldier, a young girl… She arrived at the facility recently… I trusted her … I gave them to her. They threw her in prison because she didn’t join the revolt. I hope she’s all right.”

  Meryl.

  “I hope she is, too. She’s a bit green but seemed to me to be pretty tough.” Snake wondered if the card keys might have been confiscated when she was put into the cell. He had to find her again.

  “I see you have … a Codec.” Baker smiled slightly. “She has one now. She … stole one from a guard. Her Codec frequency is … two point sixty-three. Or it was. I hope they… haven’t caught her.”

  “I think she’s running around loose, Mister Baker. I’ll find her. What can you tell me about the terrorists? I know Liquid Snake is the leader. Who are his closest lieutenants? Revolver Ocelot?”
Baker coughed, “Ocelot … he tortured me. Bad. He is one of the top men … but the right-had man… is Decoy Octopus. But I don’t know… I don’t knw what happened to him.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Octopus was near Liquid … all the time … but he disappeared … he must have been … sent away on a mission … or something. Watch out for the woman … the one with the wolves.”

  “Sniper Wolf.”

  Baker nodded. He coughed up blood, and it dribbled down his chin.

  “Tell me. If the keys don’t work, is there another way to prevent a nuclear launch?”

  Baker nodded and coughed again. “Otacon. Find Otacon.”

  “Who?”

  “That’s his code … code name. Hal Emmerich. Doctor Hal… Emmerich. He’s the team leader… chief engineer…of the … Metal Gear REX project. If anyone can figure out how to… stop Metal Gear from launching … it’s him.”

  “Where is he? How do I find him?”

  “He’s … he’s a prisoner, too.”

  “Where?”

  “I think … in the Nuclear Warhead Storage Building.”

  Snake knew from studying the maps that this was a part of the main complex, where the terrorists most likely were holding down the fort. “Do you know who that was just now? That ninja thing?”
“Ninja? Oh …” the man coughed. “that was FOXHOUND’s dark little secret.”

  “Huh?”

  “An experimental genome soldier. Ask … Doctor Hunter…” a coughing fit overtook Baker. Blood spewed from his mouth and spattered the front of his clothing. It was obvious to Snake that Baker wasn’t going to hold up for much more interrogation.

  “Okay, take it easy, Mister Baker. Now, let’s see what we can do to get this C4 off you.” Snake examined the mechanism, but Baker shook his head.

  “Don’t. Forget…it. I’m …dying. Don’t … waste your time.”
Snake knew the man was right. “I’m sorry, Baker.”

  “It’s all … right. Go.”

  “Baker, why the hell did you guys revive the Metal Gear project?”

  “There is so much … nuclear material … in the world … unaccounted for. Any small country … or terrorist group … could easily get hold of a nuke. So we … the U.S…. to maintain our policy of …deterrence…we needed a weapon … of overwhelming power.”

  “But it’s crazy.”

  “My company … ArmsTech … we pushed for Metal Gear to be developed … as a black project.”

  “Black project?”

  “Secret projects paid for by … the Pentagon’s black budget. That way … the bleeding-heart liberals can’t stop them. Anyway… the Metal Gear was going to be formally adopted…after the results of this exercise.”

  “Frankly, I don’t give a crap about your company.”

  “Right… So here…reach into my trouser …pocket.” Snake did so and found a computer disk. “This is what you…” what you came for. The optical disk.

  “I don’t know what-”

  “It’s what you need to give … give to Jim. It is the … only remaining copy … of the data?”

  “All the data collected … from this exercise. Make sure… Jim gets it.”

  “Jim? Jim Houseman? I take my orders from Colonel Campbell. I don’t know anything about -”

  “Listen!” Baker coughed, and his breath became shorter. “You must … stop them. If it goes …public… ArmsTech is … finished.”

  “Why? Metal Gear uses existing technology, doesn’t it?”

  “Sure … Metal Gear dose … but …” He coughed more as blood oozed out of his mouth. Then his body jerked and trembled as his eyes rolled up into his head. He groaned in pain.

  “What?”

  “No! it … can’t …be!”

  “What’s happening? Mister Baker!”

  “Those Pentagon … bastards! They went … and … did it.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “They’re using you to … to …”

  Baker’s entire body went into spasm for a moment, and then he stiffened. With one final exhalation, he sagged in the chair. Snake reached out and felt for a pulse, but there was none.

  “Colonel? Are you listening? Baker’s dead.”

  Dr. Hunter spoke. “The torture must have been too much for him. Was it a heart attack?”

  “I think so,” Snake said. “Just like Anderson.”

  “Well, we won’t know for sure until there’s a postmortem.”

  “What the hell was that ninja thing? Do you know?”

  “I’m afraid I don’t have enough information, Snake.”

  “A member of FOXHOUND?”

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “We have no one like that in our unit.”

  “Colonel? Are you there?”

  “I’m here, Snake.”

  “Okay, what was Baker talking about? What dose the Pentagon have to do with all this?”

  “Snake, now is not the time -”

  “Damn it, Colonel! It’s my life on the line here! What are you not telling me?”

  “I can’t reveal classified information to you, Snake. I’m sorry.”

  “Well, that’s just hunky-dory. What about Decoy Octopus? Baker said he’s gone. Do you have any record of transports leaving the island in the last twenty-for hours?”

  “No one has left the island, Snake. Octopus must still be there. Remember, he has the ability to become anyone. He is the master of disguise.”

  “Thanks, Colonel. Are there any more words of wisdom that you have to offer?”

  Campbell hesitated and then answered. “Snake, I want you to find my niece and work together.”

  With as much sarcasm as he could muster, Snake asked. “And can I trust her?”

  “Snake, you can probably trust her more than you can trust me.”

  “That’s what I figured. Look, Colonel, I don’t know what’s going on and I can see that you’re not about to tell me. But something smells about this mission, and it’s not the mouse droppings I keep crawling over.”

  The colonel’s silence spoke volumes.
Chapter 8
机械忍者发动了攻击,他挥舞着高频武士刀向Snake突刺过来。他像光那样迅捷,Snake好不容易才勉强地闪躲开去。尽管如此,刀锋还是划开了Snake左臂下方的战斗服,在肋旁留下一道血痕。伤口的一阵疼痛刺激了他的肾上腺素分泌,将他之前对这次任务的轻视一扫而空。
这家伙是谁?这出戏里不应该有他的份。
一眨眼间,忍者又挥舞着长刀发动了攻击,锐利的剑封将行进路线上的一切斩成碎片,不论是木头、金属或是混凝土。假如他再接近一寸,恐怕Snake的一条胳膊或者是脑袋,就得落地了。
Snake成功的转过身,跃上一个四英尺高的板条箱。他的行动使得忍者愣了一愣,而这一点点的间隙已经足够他发动一次攻击了。他迅速地连扣扳机,向忍者发出一连串的子弹,但是他居然用武士刀将子弹无一遗漏地弹开!
Snake从没有见过这样的事情,这个怪物能够达到超越常人数倍的速度。
他切换到连射状态,将一个弹夹的子弹全部倾泻出来,但是被忍者尽数打落。即使有几颗漏过了刀锋,也不过像玻璃球一般在他的强化骨骼上弹开去。
“枪械不是战士荣耀的武器,”忍者说道,“它们太慢了。”
Snake在刀锋挥向他的瞬间,纵身一跃,抓住了一根较低的横梁。他将双腿荡起来,钩住横梁,刀刃在同时划过了他原来所在的地方。忍者试图从地面上砍击他,但是他不够高,于是他纵身跃起六尺余高。Snake在刀刃再次与他亲密接触之前跳落在一堆木箱上,着地的撞击将上层的许多木板撞成了碎片。他试图移动,但是板条卡住了他的腿。
忍者举起刀,冲了过来。Snake猛地一踢,将箱子的一侧踢穿一个大洞,木料的碎片像导弹一样直飞向机械忍者。武士刀在一瞬间将木片都斩成了粉末。这短短的一个迟疑给了Snake拽出腿的时机,他一个空翻,然后稳稳地落在地上。
忍者跌跌撞撞地向后退去,双手紧紧抱住他的头。
“好痛……”忍者发出呻吟。他全身一阵振颤,然后像一只刚从水里爬出来的狗一般甩动身体。突然红色的感应器在一次对准了Snake,接着他举起了长刀:“痛苦……让我相信自己的存在。”
他再次发动了进攻。
Snake没有再在战斗上浪费时间,他必须发动袭击。它需要一个完全不同的策略,他先得找到一个能够提供几分钟掩护的地方。他收起手枪,一个空翻躲过刀锋,而忍者则因为惯性一刀砍在了地上。Miller教官曾经教过他用墙,或者其它固定的物体作为跳板——从一个地方快速地转移到另一个。Snake像一个弹球一样,在墙面上一蹬,然后跃过了忍者,在空中完成了一个体操回旋。三秒钟后,他已经跑到了一个库房的后面,背贴着混凝土库房壁在那儿深呼吸。
Snake下意识地给SOCOM换上弹匣,然后打开CODEC求援:“有什么对付这家伙的建议吗?”
“等等,Snake。我们正在想。”上校答道。
等等?他在开什么玩笑?
Snake闭上双眼,屏息倾听周围的声息。忍者的动作安静而轻盈,Snake能不能够在对方接近的时候听到呢?他听到的只有自己扑通扑通的心跳。他已经很久没有对付过这样难缠的情况了,也许他还没有进入状态。
打住,Snake停止了他的遐想:我当然已经找到状态了,只不过是这个忍者拥有超人的能力。
他突然回忆起了Miller教官的教导:将对手的强大抛到一边,别用他与自己作比较,用别人的能力来对照自己是没有任何意义的。真正重要的是信心、积极的态度和在战斗开始之前对胜利的预见。
说起来容易。
Snake终于还是无法忍受这样的死寂,来到了库房的边沿,他向储藏室探头望了一眼。他唯一看到的就只有坐在吊灯和蒸气管下面的Baker。忍者已经不见了。
他是不是又用隐形迷彩隐蔽了起来?是不是他就潜藏在眼前,但却看不见?
Snake拧开了热能探测仪的开关。Baker身体发出的热能清晰可见,但是已经越来越弱,他支撑不了多久了。他必须过去跟他谈谈,不然就来不及了。
这里已经没有别的热源了。
Snake悄悄地从库房后面探出身子,慢慢地向储藏室接近。他环视四周,但是没有半点忍者的踪迹。这家伙应该是溜了。
看来他没有想象中那么意志坚定。
Snake走向Baker,但他突然停下了迈开一半的脚步。一定有什么地方不对。周围确实有别的人。他的直觉告诉他危险就在眼前,这种直觉是一种源自基因的本能,但事实上在经受之前许多年的创伤后应激障碍(译者注:Post-traumatic stress disorder,简称PTSD)以后,他已经变得更为理智了。他在猎狐犬里参与过的任务已经在他心底深深地烫下了烙印,也使得他选择了隐居阿拉斯加雪原寻求内心的平静。他花了几个月的时间去摆脱伴随着PTSD而来的幻觉、偏执症和精神上的迷惘无措。但是他的康复过程也同样带给了他常理无法解释的特殊意识,他能够挺得更清晰、看得更远、反应更敏捷——尽管他并不相信第六感这种东西,Miller教官却说他已经获得了这种能力。
确确实实还是第六感救了他一命。当他站在仅仅离Baker十五英尺远的一堆货箱之间,Snake突然意识到头顶的一阵呼啸。他在电光火石间向天花板瞟了一眼,然后下意识地在强化骨骼落在他的头上之前跃到了一边。
机械忍者居然爬到了横梁上,企图从上方袭击他的猎物。但是他失败了,不仅没有命中Snake,反而脸朝下落在了地上,被轻微地震晕了。
Snake抓住这个空档跳了过去,向着忍者的头就是一记重踢。他的脑袋抽动着向后退去,好像经受着不寻常的剧痛。Snake拧过身子准备他的下一次旋踢,但是这次忍者抓住了他的脚踝。忍者使出令人难以想象的怪力将Snake掷向一堆货箱,就好像他不过只是一只家猫。接着忍者站起身子,抽出武士刀指着Snake。他向前迈了一步,好让刀尖顶住Snake的喉结。
“你到底是不是我的敌人?”
Snake被这一摔弄得晕头转向,只好无助地躺在地上,看着这个家伙,等待着必然来到的终结。但是他突然意识到对方问了他一个问题。
“我不是你的敌人。”他摘下热能探测仪,好让对方看见自己严重的真诚。
忍者犹豫了,他的红色的感应器忽亮互暗地一阵闪动,然后他收起了长刀。再一次,忍者抱住了他的头:“这种疼痛……我不知道……”
忍者转身走远,好像刚刚从一场恶梦中醒来,不知道自己的所在。
“等等,”Snake喊道,“我可以帮你!”但是忍者拔腿便跑,没等Snake站起身子就已经消失不见。“该死,他太快了。”
Snake再没有去追那个痛苦中的家伙,他停下脚步,掸去战斗服上的碎片。尽管他不认识这个忍者,但他觉得似曾相识。
没时间再想这些了,忍者很有可能会再次出现,现在他的首要任务是Baker
Arms重工的总裁已经失去了意识,但是至少还有呼吸。“Baker?”Snake走过去轻轻拍了拍他,“能听见我说话吗?”
Baker呻吟着抬起他的头,喃喃道:“你是谁?”
Snake从装备带上取下水壶,拧开盖子,然后给他喝几口:“我跟他们不是一伙的。”
“谢谢,”Baker说道,“你是……五角大楼的人?是Jim派你来的?”看来水让他恢复了一些力气。
Snake拿开了水壶:“Anderson已经把起爆密码供了出来,你呢?”
Baker缩了一缩,看向一边:“我……我也说了。”
该死!
Snake真想揍他一顿:“那么恐怖分子已经获得了两组密码了?你知道这意味着什么?他们已经能够在任何时候发射核弹了!”
“他们对我……用刑……但是我抵御了Psycho Mantis的读心术。他们……在我的大脑里……植入了芯片,每一个知道密码的都有这个。”
DARPA总裁也有?”
“是的。”
“但是Anderson说是Psycho Mantis读出了他的密码,这怎么回事?”
“我……我不知道,我快不行了……”Baker迷惑地摇了摇头。
Snake蹲在他面前:“听我说,好吗?既然恐怖分子已经获得了两个密码,那密码卡在哪里?那个可以忽略起爆密码的卡,不在你手上吗?”
他再次摇了摇头:“不……我把它们……给了一个女孩……一个士兵,她还只是个小姑娘……刚来这个基地……我相信她……我把它们给了她。因为她没有参与叛变,所以他们把她关了起来。我希望她现在还好。”
Meryl
“我想也是。她就是嫩了点,然后还对人粗暴了点。”Snake不知道在她被投进监狱的时候卡有没有被搜走,看来他还得去找她一次。
“你有……CODEC?”Baker微微笑了一笑,“她现在也有,她……从一个守卫那里偷来的。她的频率是……2.63。但愿他们……没抓住她。”
“我想她现在很安全,Baker先生。我会找到她的。你能告诉我一些关于恐怖分子的事吗?我知道Liquid是首领,那么谁是副职?Revolver Ocelot?”
Baker一阵咳嗽:“Ocelot……他对我用了刑,这个混蛋。他很重要,……但是副手……是Decoy Octopus,然是我不知道,他好像碰上了什么事。”
“什么意思?”
Octopus一直在Liquid身边,但是……他不见了。他应该是被……派去完成什么任务了……或是别的。小心那个女人……叫做Wolf的那个。”
Sniper Wolf。”
Baker点点头。他再次咳出一口血来,殷红的液体顺着他的下巴淌下来。
“告诉我,如果密码卡不管用,还有什么阻止核弹发射的办法?
Baker点点头,又咳了一阵:“Otacon,找到Otacon。”
“谁?”
“那是他的代……代号。Hal EmmerichHal……Emmerich博士。他是研究团队的主……主设计师……Metal Gear REX计划。如果有人……能阻止Metal Gear发射的话,那就只……只有他了。”
“他在哪儿?我怎么才能找到他?”
“他……他现在也被囚禁了。”
“哪里?”
“我想……应该在核弹头储存大楼里。”
Snake曾经研究过这个基地的布局,而这是整个基地的主要建筑,也是恐怖分子最有可能当作要塞的地方。“你知不知道刚才那个是什么?那个忍者。”
“忍者?哦……”他又咳嗽起来,“这是猎狐犬的一个小秘密。”
“嗯?”
“一个实验性的基因战士。去问……问Hunter博士。”Baker又一阵剧烈的咳嗽,口中溅出的鲜血染红了他襟前的一片。显然他已经受了不能再多的严刑拷问。
“好的。放松,Baker先生。现在让我来看看怎么把这些C4给你弄下来。”Snake检查了一下引线,然而Baker却摇起头来。
“算了。忘了它吧。我快不行了。别浪费时间了。”
Snake知道他是对的:“对不起,Baker。”
“没什么。走吧。”
Baker,你们为什么要接手这个该死的Metal Gear计划?”
“这个世界上有太多……太多没有被登记在案的核资源。任何小国家……甚至是恐怖组织能够很容易地获得核能力。我们……我们美国……想要维持我们的威慑政策……就必须要……有压倒性的力量。”
“这太疯狂了。”
“我的公司……Arms重工……我们不得不将Metal Gear发展成为一个……一个影子计划。”
“影子计划?”
“由……由五角大楼的‘影子预算’提供资金的秘密计划。这样的话……那些婆婆妈妈的自由主义者就不能干扰他们了。不论如何……Metal Gear本来将在这次试验结果出来之后……被正式接管。”
“好了,我不是来听你说这些废话的。”
“好吧……在……在我的裤兜……里面。”Snake把手探了进去,找到了一张计算机磁盘。“这是你……你要找的东西,数据光盘。”
“我不知道你在说什……”
“这是你需要给Jim的东西。这是……唯一的……数据拷贝。”
Snake将磁盘塞进装备带的一个口袋里。“什么数据?”
“所有……演习里的数据。相信我……Jim要的就是这个。”
JimJim Houseman?我接手的是Campbell上校的指挥。我一点都不知道什么……”
“听我说!”Baker剧烈地咳嗽,呼吸已经非常短促:“你必须……阻止他们。如果……让公众知道……Arms重工就要……就要完了。”
“为什么?Metal Gear用的是既有的技术,难道不是吗?”
“是的……Metal Gear的确如此……但是……”他突然咳嗽起来,鲜血喷溅而出,接着他的开始身体剧烈地颤动、双眼翻白、发出痛苦的呻吟。
“怎么了?”
“不!这……不可能!”
“发生什么了,Baker先生?”
“五角大楼这群……狗娘养的!他们……居然……用了这招。”
“你在说什么?”
“他们利用你来……来……”
Baker整个身体一阵痉挛,然后归于僵硬。随着他呼出肺里的最后一口空气,他的身体也变得没有了生气。Snake伸出手去查看他的脉搏,已经没有的跳动。
“上校?你在听吗?Baker死了。”
Hunter博士开口了:“看来他受了太重的刑。会不会是心脏病?”
“我想是的,”Snake道,“就像Anderson。”
“好吧,看来没有尸检我们是不会知道原因了。”
“那个该死的忍者是什么东西?你知道吗?”
“我想我没有足够的信息,Snake。”
“猎狐犬的一个成员?”
“不。”
“你确定?”
“我们的编制里没有这么一个家伙。”
“上校,你在那儿吗?”
“是的,Snake。”
“好的,Baker说的是什么意思?五角大楼跟这些事有什么关系?”
Snake,现在不是时候……”
“见鬼,上校!我的性命都悬在这儿了,你到底对我隐瞒了什么?”
“我不能透露机密给你,Snake。对不起。”
“很好。那Decoy Octopus怎么了?Baker说他不见了。最近二十四小时有任何离开这个岛的纪录吗?”
“没有谁离开过这个岛,SnakeOctopus肯定还在这儿。记住,他能够假扮任何人,他是伪装的高手。”
“谢谢,上校。还有什么箴言吗?”
Campbell犹豫了一下,答道:“Snake,我希望你能找到我的侄女,和她并肩作战。”
Snake用他最嘲讽的语气问道:“她值得信任吗?”
Snake,至少她比我可靠。”
“但愿如此。上校,我不知道到底发生了什么,但是我想我会知道你不能告诉我的是什么。但是我有种预感,这绝不是什么简单的事。”
上校用沉默代替了回答。
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