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合金装备1官方小说(中英)第十一章

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11

“SNAKE?” IT WAS MEYRL, calling him on the Codec.
Snake was just about to enter the Nuclear Warhead Storage Building at the north end of the canyon. His body and suit were soaking wet from being in the snow, and he looked forward to warming up.

  He pushed the button to accept the frequency and spoke.
  
  “Where are you, Meryl?”

  “I’m in the subbasement of the nuke building.” There was a hint of one-upmanship in her voice.

  “What the …? How did you get there?”

  “I told you I know my way around this place.”

  “Well, why didn’t you let me in on it? Do you realize what I just went through in that damned canyon?”

  “Snake, relax. You couldn’t have gone the way I did. I’m dressed as one of them, remember? I got into a transport with ten other troopers. They drove the long way around, on a snow-covered road. I kept my mask on and wore a helmet. They didn’t have a clue who I was.”

  “You’re mad, Meryl. They could have easily caught you again.”

  “Well, they didn’t. so where are you?”

  “I’m just entering the nuke building now.”

  “Yeah? Well, be careful. For heaven’s sake, don’t use your weapon in there. It’s full of decaying nuclear waster and warheads. So no firepower, okay? No bullets, no grenades, no nothing! One spark and ka-boom!”

  “I got you. Thanks for the heads-up. Now, I want you to stay put somewhere until I can find you.”

  “I’m on the Basement One level. Just take the elevator, but watch out for guards. They’re roaming all over the place up there where you are. Out.”

  She signed off, and Snake shook his head. Of course she was Roy Campbell’s niece. She was just as stubborn and full of herself as the colonel had always been. But even though she was green, Snake had to admit she had a lot of balls. He’d never encountered a young woman who was as brave and determined as she.

  He was beginning to like her.

  Stop that. Concentrate on the task at had.

  Snake wanted to hit himself for allowing his thoughts to roam in that direction. A love life was something he didn’t need. He’d had his fair share of romantic disasters, and he wasn’t about to get himself involved with a girl more than a decade younger than he. That was the path to catastrophe.

  Perhaps.


  SNAKE USED THE Level 3 PAN card to open the slatted door, which was similar to the tank hangar exit. Before any guards could notice, he slipped into the building at the corner of the opening and quickly rushed to the left wall, next to a metal ramp ascending to the main floor of the storage facility. Standing in the shadows, he watched as three guards appeared at the door, wondering why it had opened suddenly.

  He breathed slowly and deeply. Snake refused to be seen.

  “Must have malfunctioned,” one of the guards said.

  “There was some kind of accident out there, did you hear? One of the tanks was destroyed.”

  A man pushed a button, and the door rolled down, totally secure. “Our new bosses like to play with matches. You play with matches, you start fires.”

  They began to walk up the ramp to the main floor. “You don’t like our new bosses?”

  “I didn’t say that. Things are a lot more exciting around here since they took over. I was about to die of boredom before.”
They laughed and disappeared. Snake relaxed and moved to the end of the ramp, got on his hands and knees, and crawled far enough so that he could lift his head over the edge of the floor and give it a quick reconnaissance.

  Meryl was right. The place was littered with troopers. They all wore gas masks along with their standard-issue uniforms. Snake figured the place was booby-trapped with nerve gas, just like the tank hangar exit. The terrorists weren’t taking any chances. He couldn’t imagine this kind of security in place when the civilians were running the base. Either Liquid was a masochist or he was incredibly paranoid.

  One thing he could do was use the chaff grenades. They didn’t do incendiary damage and were good for diversionary tactics. Snake glanced at the ceiling and saw several surveillance cameras trained on different areas of the space. The chaffs definitely would jam them. The grenades did make noise, so the question was how many guards would come running. Was it worth the risk? Snake couldn’t see any other way to get through the storage facility to the other side of the room where the elevator was. He had to take the chance.

  He dug a chaff grenade out of the pouch, pulled the pin, and rolled it across the floor. It stopped not quite in the middle of the room, in between insulated tanks marked HAZARDOUS. Five seconds elapsed, and the grenade’s blast made all the guards in the place jump out of their skins.

  Suddenly it was like a beehive that had been poked with a stick. The men immediately began to run around and shout at one another. They naturally assumed that the grenade had come from the entrance area, so Snake quickly hopped up onto the floor, scooted left, and ran between rows of storage boxes. An empty cardboard container the size of a large television set was among them; he jumped inside and pulled the flaps down over his head. He crouched there in the box and remained still as two guards rushed past him. Once the sound of footsteps had diminished, he opened the flaps and climbed out of the container.

  Then he saw them.

  Lying in berths on the left side of the room were two dismantled ICBM missiles. They were each a little over six meters long and looked as if they actually had seen some action. The exterior surfaces were beaten and scratched, secondhand relics of Cold War design and development.

  Near them, in open containers marked DANGER-RADIATION, were objects that Snake recognized as warheads. They appeared to be weather-beaten as well. Snake reckoned that they were all useless; after all, Shadow Moses was a disposal facility. But he supposed the terrorists must have the means to extract the plutonium or make at least one operational.

  Not good.

  Using his Codec in camera mode, Snake snapped several shots of the arsenal for posterity and also transmitted them to Nastasha Romanenko. A few seconds later, she appeared on the Codec.
“Thank you for the photographs, Snake,” she said. “You do not have to worry about the warheads. They are not functional.”
“But if they wanted to dispose of them,” Snake asked, “why wouldn’t they just dismantle them right away?”

  “They cannot do that. You see, when you dismantle a warhead, you still have nuclear materials that must be stored. At this point, all the nuclear material storage facilities are way past capacity. But they could not stop dismantling weapons while at the same time pushing the START-II treaty.”

  “So you’re telling me that this base was built so they could temporarily avoid being in conflict with START-II?”

  “Most people think that we live in a safer world now. but with all the dismantled nuclear weapons and waste around, the threat of nuclear terrorism has increased tremendously.”

  Snake grunted in acknowledgment.

  The Ukrainian woman went on. “After the START-II accord was signed in 1993, Russia and the U.S. reduced their strategic nuclear warheads to between three thousand and thirty-five hundred each. They completely dismantled all the ICBMs that contained multiple independently targeted reentry vehicles. As a result of that, there are over fifteen thousand dismantled nuclear warheads waiting to be disposed of. That is why the Shadow Moses facility was built.”
  “Nastasha, you’re a walking encyclopedia,” Snake said.

  “Uh, I will take that as a compliment, Snake. I think.”

  She sighed off, and Snake moved along the storage boxes, headed for the north side of the room and the elevator- and came face-to-face with a guard who had just turned the corner.

  “Hey-” the man managed to say before Snake delivered a one-two-three punch-punch-kick combination that finished the sentence for the surprised trooper.

  Snake pulled the limp body between the boxes and dumped it on the floor. That had been too close. Time for another diversion. He drew another chaff grenade from the pouch, pulled the pin, and threw it high over the storage boxes, toward the center of the room. The thing exploded in midair, causing all kinds of commotion. Snake creepy forward, utilizing the dart-and –freeze method of advancing within an enemy-occupied environment.

  At the north end of the rows of storage boxes, Snake encountered two troopers standing at the bottom of a flight of metal stairs that led to a catwalk.

  “Stay here and kill anything that moves,” one said to the other. He left the man alone and then joined his comrades in another part of the space.

  The long trooper was between Snake and the elevator. Snake ducked behind a stack of boxes and pulled two SOCOM cartridges from his pouch. He tossed one across the aisle and hit a different pile of cartons; then it bounced onto the floor with a clatter. The trooper by the elevator turned toward the sound. He wasn’t sure what he had heard. Snake tossed the second bullet, repeating the noise. This time the guard had to investigate. He readied his assault rifle and slowly walked to the head of the aisle. Snake remained hidden behind the first stack of boxes, but the guard focused his attention on the second pile, from where the noise had come. The man stepped slowly toward the boxes and eventually turned his back to Snake.

  The stranglehold worked like a charm.

  Snake left the guard on the floor and ran to the end of the row of cartons. It was a clear path to the elevator. He dashed to the wall, pressed the call button, and withstood the excruciating few seconds it took for the elevator to arrive. The doors opened, and Snake slipped in without any of the other troopers noticing. He pressed the B1 button and waited for the doors to close before contacting Meryl with the Codec.

  She didn’t answer.

  Uh-oh.

  Had something happened to her? He dared not think about it.
The doors opened to a hallway perpendicular to the elevator. He held them open the check for guards, but all he saw was a surveillance camera on the ceiling, pointed at the elevator. He quickly pulled back out of view, let the doors close, and pulled the emergency shutoff button so that the elevator couldn’t be called to another floor. Snake fitted the suppressor onto the SOCOM, checked the magazine, and then flicked the elevator switch back on. He assumed a firing stance and hit the open door button with his elbow. The doors opened, and he fired a silenced round at the camera, obliterating it.

  He stepped out into the hallway and listened for activity. There was some muffled talking somewhere on the floor, and he heard a toilet flush behind the door marked MEN at the end of the hall to his right. Snake hurried to the bathroom door, pushed it open, and went inside.

  A guard had just finished doing his business and was about to exit a stall. Snake rushed into the adjacent stall and waited. As soon as the man walked out, Snake grabbed him, performed his signature choke hold, and pulled the body back into the stall. He sat the man on the toilet and flushed the commode. Then he flushed it a second time for grins.

  “It’s a long way to Washington,” he quipped.

  Snake cautiously stepped out of the washroom and was headed for the other end of the hallway when his Codec chirped. His heart filled with joy when he saw the caller’s frequency code.

  “Master Miller! My, my, it’s really great to hear from you.”

  “Likewise, Snake. It’s been a long time. Having any fun yet?” the man’s face on the Codec monitor was a sight for sore eyes. He looked pretty much the same; he was even wearing his trademark sunglasses.

  “You know I am, sir. The colonel said you might be on hand.”

  “Indeed I am.”

  “Well, there’s no one I’d rather be in a foxhole with than you.”

  Miller’s transmission started to break up. “Listen … after… for the FOXHOUND guys to …”

  “Master Miller? I’m losing you. Can you read me?”

  “…again. I’m sorry. Is that better?”

  “Yeah. Where are you?”

  “In my cabin in Alaska.”

  “Right. I heard you retired. Like me.”

  “It’s great, isn’t it? Just me and my huskies. But listen … tell you …”

  “You’re breaking up again. Master Miller?”

  “… in the office on your floor. The subbasement of the …”

  “What?”

  “… sorry. There. Transmissions aren’t very good from the middle of nowhere. That’s better. I wanted to tell you that you’re going to need a rocket launcher on the Basement TWO level, and you can find one on the floor you’re on.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Hey, I’m Master Miller. Remember?”

  Snake creased his brow. Something wasn’t right. “Go on.”

  “Anyway, you remember how to operate the remote-controlled minirecon missiles for a Nikita Personal Remote Rocket Launcher?”

  “I’m pretty sure I do.”

  “There’s a Nikita in the office marked B4. there’s ammo in there, too. Get what you can carry and head down to the next basement level. You should be able to find Doctor Emmerich there.”
Master Miller was surprisingly up to speed on what Snake was doing. “Okey. Thanks.”

  “Good luck, Snake. We’ll catch up later.”

  “Master Mill -” But the transmission ended.

  Strange.

  Master Miller wasn’t particularly the talkative type, but he was usually more specific about his instructions. Nevertheless, Snake thought it best to heed the man’s advice and find the rocket launcher. He hugged the wall in the hallway, SOCOM in hand, and turned the corner. A row of office doors lined the corridor, starting with B1.B4 was in the middle of the hall and required the Level 3 PAN card to open the lock. Snake swiped the card and heard the gratifying click. He pushed open the door to see –

  A genome trooper working at a desk! The man registered surprise and reflexively reached for a button to sound an alarm.
Snake pointed the SOCOM and fired. The round struck the man squarely in the forehead, and he and his chair fell back onto the floor with a crash.

  Snake quickly stepped into the room and shut the door. Sure enough, in an open portable carrying case that sat on a worktable was the Nikita. Alongside it was a box of shells. The Nikita was an ingenious device, a somewhat bulky but manageable rocket launcher shaped like a short, stubby bazooka that was held on one’s shoulder and supported with both hands. Snake didn’t particularly want to lug the thing around, but if Master Miller said he needed it, that was what he would do. Snake performed a cursory search of the office and also found a gas mask in one of the desk drawers. Figuring it might come in handy, he slung it around his neck but kept it off his face for now.
  Armed with his new toys, Snake opened the office door, peered out to an empty hallway, and swiftly moved back to the elevator. Once inside, he pressed the B2 button, slung the Nikita over his shoulder, and readied the SOCOM.

  The doors opened to another hallway perpendicular to the elevator. Snake carefully stepped out, made sure there were no patrolling guards, and moved toward the left. A sigh on the wall indicated that following the corridor would take one to the laboratory. Snake continued in that direction and soon came to an archway. The hallway continued beyond the arch, but the floor on the other side was made of metal mesh rather than being a carpeted floor.

  Odd.

  Snake took a step toward the arch, and suddenly the air quality changed. Minute yellow particles blew into the corridor from vents in the ceiling and floated in font of him the way dust is visible in a beam of sunlight. The lack of odor suggested to Snake that the hallway was filling with sarin nerve gas. The only sensible thing to do was to get the hell out of there by running as quickly as possible through the arch and across the metal floor to the far end of the corridor.

  Another coincidence- it was Snake’s lucky day. He donned the gas mask but decided to take no chances and rush through the hall any way. He almost stepped through the arch when- the hall anyway. He almost stepped through the arch when-

  “Snake! Don’t move!”

  Snake recognized the voice as belonging to the mysterious Deepthroat. “You again?”

  “Don’t take another step! The floor in front of you is electrified!”

  “Terrific. What am I supposed to do?

  “You’ll need to turn off the electricity.”

  “Okay. Want to tell me where the circuit breaker is?”

  “Unfortunately, it’s at the end of the hallway in front of you.”

  “Oh, well, that’s convenient, isn’t it?”

  “Look at the corridor. At the end, it jogs to the left. See?”

  “Uh- huh.”

  “It then doubles back, parallel to the wall on your left side. Like the queue for a ride at an amusement park.”

  “Okey, it’s U-shaped.”

  “The high-voltage switchboard is at the end of that part of the hall.”

  Snake looked at the wall to his left. “So do I blow a hole in this wall with a grenade? Will that work?”

  “No. it’s too thick. Even a Claymore mine won’t help you. You’ll have to use a remote-controlled missile.”

  Snake nodded to himself. The Nikita. Master Miller was right.
He was extremely impressed by the elaborate defenses the FOXHOUND renegades had set up to protect their so-called revolt. Even the training exercises Snake had undergone when he first had become an operative had not been as diabolical as this.

  He loaded the portable rocket launcher with one of the recon missiles and turned on the remote radar screen, the Nikita allowed the user to set a flight path for the missile and then guide it with the remote control. Because the missile and the obviously traveled very fast, it took an experienced eye and nimble fingers to steer the shell accurately to the intended target. Snake had practiced with the Nikita at FOXHOUND headquarters for three months until Master Miller had given him acceptable marks. It wasn’t easy.

  Snake needed to punch a figure for the proposed range. “Uhm, Deppthroat?”

  “Yes, Snake?”

  “Do you know how many meters it is from me to the switch board?”

  “Sorry, Snake. I don’t have a clue.”

  He did his best to estimate the number. Using the two knobs, he then drew onto the view screen a digital line that represented the missile’s planned trajectory. He couldn’t afford to miss, as the ensuing explosion surely would alert the bad guys and he’d need a place to run. He didn’t particularly want to step onto an electrified walkway.

  Snake double-checked the calculations, flipped off the safety, and held the launcher as steady as he could.

  “One shot. Here goes,” he said.

  Snake liked the fact that the Nikita had no kick. The launcher tube rested on his shoulder as the missile shot out of launcher tube rested on his shoulder as the missile shot out of the gun, soared through the arch and down the hall, and then made a ninety-degree left turn at the end. The shell disappeared from his sight, but Snake could hear the thing whoosh through the hallway on the other side of the wall.

  The explosion rocked the entire floor. Snake supported himself against the right wall, and in a few seconds it was all over. All the fluorescent lights in the hallway ceiling went out, plunging the place into darkness. Two seconds later, emergency lighting kicked in.
Had he succeeded? Snake could see that the gas had stopped pouring out of the vents, but he was reluctant to remove the gas mask just yet. He carefully stepped through the arch and placed a foot on the metal mesh.

  Nothing happened.

  “Deepthroat? You still there?”

  “Yes, Snake.”

  “How did you know about this? And how the hell did you know what my position was?”

  “Sorry, that’s on a need-to-know basis. And you don’t need to know.”

  “Damn it, who are you?”

  “Be careful. It’s not over yet.”

  And the stranger’s transmission ended.

  Snake punched in Mei Ling’s frequency.

  “Yes, Snake.”

  “Are you aware of these transmissions I’m receiving? From someone named Deepthroat?”

  “Yes. We can’t determine where they’re coming from.”

  “No clue as to his identity?”

  “We’re working on it.”

  “Okay. Out.”

  Snake set the bulky Nikita on the floor. He hated to abandon it, but there was no way he could carry something that cumbersome and do what he had to do. He continued down the hall, turned the corner, and then saw the damage. The switchboard was a mess; it had been a direct hit.

  Master Miller would have been proud.
 Chapter 11
“Snake?”Meryl的声音从耳机里传来。
Snake此时刚刚要进入溪谷北端的核武器储存大楼。他的作战服已经完全被雪浸湿了,他就盼着能有个地方取暖。
他按下接收键:“你在哪里,Meryl?”
“我在核武大楼地下二层(译注:按游戏与下文内容,Meryl应该在地下一层,可能为作者的错误)。”听得出来她口气里充满了得意。
“该……你怎么到这里的?”
“我跟你说过我对这个地方再熟不过。”
“既然如此,你怎么不告诉我?你知道我在这个见鬼的地方吃了多少苦头?”
“悠着点,Snake。你不可能像我这么干。别忘了我穿着他们的制服,我和十个士兵一起转移到了这里,他们通过运输车一路通过雪原,我一直带者面具和头盔,没有人认得出我。”
“你疯了吗?他们很有可能再把你逮住。”
“至少还没有。你现在在哪里?”
“我刚准备进入核武大楼。”
“哦?小心。上帝保佑,千万不要在那儿使用你的武器。那儿堆满了核废料和弹头。不论手雷、子弹,什么都不许用!稍有一点火星你就完了!”
“知道了,谢谢你的提醒。现在你给我乖乖待着等到我找到你。”
“我在地下一层,你只需要坐电梯就可以了,不过小心警卫。你现在所在的地方可都是他们的人。结束。”
她切断了通信,Snake无奈地摇了摇头,作为Roy Campbell的侄女,就和上校一样固执己见。尽管她还很嫩,但是她确实有两把刷子。这么多年来,他还从没有遇到过这么一个勇敢与执着的女子。
他觉得自己开始喜欢上她了。
打住。专心现在的任务。
Snake只想抽自己一把,好让思绪回到正轨。恋爱是他根本不需要的。他已经遭受过够多浪漫的灾难了,因此他不想再去和一个小他十几岁的女孩扯到一起去,这只会把他扯进一场大灾难。
很有可能。
Snake用第三级的PAN卡升起了和坦克库出口一样的卷帘门,在没有士兵注意到之前,他就从门已经打开的缝隙中溜进了大楼,然后迅速地闪到左边墙边,紧挨着通向储存大楼主层的上行斜坡。他深深地隐入了墙角的阴影之中,看到三个士兵出现在门边,质疑着门为何会无故打开。
Snake控制自己的呼吸放缓放慢,他可不希望被发现。
“估计是出问题了。”其中一个守卫说道。
“可是外面确实出事了,我们的一辆坦克被击毁了。”
一个守卫按下了门边的按钮,大门缓缓降下,又再一次被完全关上了。“我们的新头儿喜欢玩火。假如你敢玩火,就得冒点风险。”
他们重新回过头继续巡逻。“你不喜欢我们的新头儿?”
“我不是这个意思。自从他们来了以后这里就刺激了许多,要不是他们我估计就被以前的枯燥日子逼疯了。”
他们笑着走远了。Snake来到斜坡的末端,匍匐到尽可能远的地方,以便他能够把头抬过地面的边缘观察。
Meryl说得很对,整个主层布满了士兵,他们都装备着防毒面具和标准制服。Snake发现这个区域和坦克库出口一样装配了神经毒气,这样的防备即使是苍蝇也未必飞得进来。他根本不能想象一个民用设施会装备如此的安保系统,假若不是如此,那么Liquid不是有虐待癖就是有妄想症。
在这里他唯一能用的就只剩下了电子干扰手雷,尽管它们不能造成任何的杀伤,但是足以作为诱饵引开守卫。Snake环视天花板,发现许多的监控摄像机被安置在各个角落,电子干扰同样能够成功地阻止它们发挥效用。干扰手雷的爆炸会发出响声,因此现在唯一的问题就是到底会有多少守卫会被其吸引。冒这个险到底值不值得?然而Snake再找不到其他通过储存大厅前往电梯间的方法,他不管怎么样都得试一试。
他从口袋里掏出一颗干扰手雷,拉掉保险,然后沿着地面滚了过去。它恰好停在了房间的中央,在几个印着“危险(HAZADOUS)”的绝缘罐之间。五秒钟之后,一声震响把几乎所有的守卫的心都吓出了喉咙口。
一时间整个大厅炸开了锅。守卫们开始像无头苍蝇一样一边乱转一边呼喊着队友。他们涌向手雷爆炸的中央地区,因此Snake得以迅速跃起身,跑向左边的一排排储物箱。其中一个电视机那么大的箱子吸引了他的注意力,他纵身跳了进去,然后将箱子盖上。两个守卫匆匆跑过,他一动不动地蜷缩在箱子里,没有被他们发现。当脚步声渐渐远去,他掀开箱盖跳了出来。

他看见了它们。
两枚已经部分被拆卸的洲际导弹静静躺在大厅左侧架子上,它们有六尺余长,看上去已经有好些年分了。外壳的表面布满了碰撞产生的凹陷和刮痕,可以确定这些都是冷战时期设计和生产的老家伙了。
在它们边上的一个标示着“危险——辐射”的敞口装置中,Snake发现了一些类似弹头的东西,它们看上去也经受了很多风霜的洗礼。Snake估计它们大多已经失去效用,毕竟影子摩西是一个核销毁基地。但是他才向恐怖分子一定能有办法从中提取钚或者说是其中还有至少一颗能够使用。
不妙。
通过CODEC的照相机,Snake拍摄了这个储藏库,然后将照片传给了Nastasha Romanenko。几秒之后,她出现在了CODEC屏幕上。
“谢谢你的照片,Snake”她说,“你不必担心这些弹头,它们都已经失效了。”
“但是假如他们真的打算销毁它们,为什么不马上将它们拆卸?”
“他们不能这么做。你也明白,当你拆卸一颗核弹头,你仍旧需要地方来储存核废料。现如今,大多数的核原料储存设施都已经达到了它们能力的极限,然而它们不可能在推动START-II谈判的同时停止拆卸他们的战略武器。”
“那么你是说这个基地是用来暂时地避免与START-II相悖?”
“大多数人认为他们生活在一个安全的世界,但事实上世界范围的核武器的削减和核废料都成为了恐怖主义疯狂滋生的温床。”
Snake表示赞同地嘟噜了一声。
这位乌克兰女子继续她的话题:“在1993年START-II签订之后,俄罗斯和美国将它们的战术核弹头数目削减至三千到三万五千枚。他们完全拆卸了所有的多弹头分导导弹。于是乎,就有超过一万五千枚被拆卸下来的核弹头被屯滞等待销毁。这也是为什么他们会建造影子摩西的基地。”
“Nastasha,你简直就是一本活字典。”
“呃,我会把它作为一句称赞的,Snake。”
她切断了通信,Snake继续沿着储藏箱往北边走去。突然一个刚拐过弯的守卫出现在他眼前,几乎迎面撞上。
“嘿——”这个惊讶的守卫还没来得及开口就被Snake两拳一脚放倒在地。
Snake将失去知觉的守卫拖到箱子之间,然后将他放在了地上。是时间再制造一些干扰了,他又拿出了一枚干扰手雷,拽下保险,让后将它朝着大厅中央高高扔去。手雷在半空中爆炸,再次引起一片骚乱。Snake小心地向前行进,在这个满布敌兵的环境中且行且停。
在储藏箱阵列的北端,Snake看到两个守卫站在通向架空步道的楼梯前。
“呆在这,要是有敌人就干掉他。”其中一个说道,然后他就走开加入到另一边的同僚中去。
那个落单的士兵正站在Snake和电梯之间,Snake窜到一堆箱子后边,从口袋里摸出两颗SOCOM的子弹。他将第一颗扔过过道,击中了另一堆纸板箱,然后弹落到地上发出一声响声。士兵转向声响发出的方向,他不敢确认自己是不是产生了幻觉。此时Snake掷出了另一颗子弹,重复了那一声响动。这次守卫必须去查看一番,他平端起步枪,慢慢地走向过道。Snake静静地躲在第一堆箱子后边,而士兵的注意力完全被第二堆箱子那边的声响吸引过去了。那个可怜的家伙慢慢地走向那堆箱子,将他的脊背暴露给了Snake。
一记绞喉。
Snake抛下守卫的尸体,径直跑向排列着的纸板箱的末端,现在通向电梯的道路已经完全清空。他来到墙边,按下了电梯按钮,痛苦地熬过了电梯到达的那几秒钟。
电梯门开了,Snake趁没有士兵注意的时候溜了进去,然后按下了“B1”按钮。等到电梯门关上以后,他便通过CODEC拨出Meryl的频率。
她没有回应。
哦,不。
难道她出了什么事?他根本不敢往那儿想。
电梯门打开了,迎面是一条与之垂直的走廊。他按住门以便确认是否有守卫,然而他看见的只有一台正对着电梯的监控摄像机。他立刻收回身子,躲开镜头,然后放电梯门自动关上。他按下电梯的紧急关闭按钮,以防止它被其他楼层的人召去。Snake将消声器装到SOCOM上,确认了一下弹匣,然后启动了电梯开关。他摆好设计姿势,接着用肘按了按开门钮。当大门打开,只听一声轻响,摄像头停止了工作。
他踏入走廊,然后注意了一下周围的动静。他可以听见在这个楼层的某处的交谈声,还有右边末端男厕所门后传来的冲水声。Snake迅速跑到厕所门口,按下开关,然后走了进去。
一个刚干完事的守卫正准备走出隔间,Snake冲进相邻的隔间然后静等他出来。警卫刚刚走出单间,Snake就从背后勒住了脖子。他将尸体拖进单间,让它坐在马桶上,接着他按下了马桶的冲水键,在出去之前,他又恶作剧般地咧着嘴冲了一次水。
“这儿离华盛顿还远着呢。”他讽刺地说道。
他警惕地步出厕所,朝着走廊的另一端走去。突然,他的CODEC响了,他一时间满心喜悦,当他看见屏幕上出现的频率。
“Miller教官!能再听见您的声音我实在是太高兴了。”
“我也一样,Snake。好久不见了。感觉怎么样?”看到CODEC屏幕上出现的那张熟悉的脸,Snake觉得积蓄许久的压抑一扫而空。教官看上去跟原来几乎无二,而且依旧带着那副标志性的太阳眼镜。
“你应该很清楚吧,教官。上校说你也参与了这次任务。”
“确实如此。”
“有你这么一位出生入死的老搭档实在太好了。”
Miller的通信突然开始断断续续:“听着……那些猎狐犬的家伙……”
“Miller教官?我听不清楚,能听见吗?”
“……对不起,现在好点了吗?”
“嗯,你现在在哪?”
“在我阿拉斯加的小木屋里。”
“哦,我听说你退役了,和我一样。”
“这很不错,不是吗?就我和我的爱斯基摩犬们。不过听着……告诉你……”
“信号又不好了。Miller教官?”
“……在你现在所在这一层的办公室里。地下二层……”
“什么?”
“……不好意思。这儿的信号实在不好。现在好点了,我想告诉你的是你在地下二楼会需要一个导弹发射器,而你可以在这层找到它。”
“你是怎么知道的?”
“别忘了我可是Miller教官。”
Snake不禁皱了皱眉头,他感觉有些奇怪:“继续说。”
“不管怎样,你应该还记得如何去操作NIKITA单兵遥控导弹发射器吧?”
“我很清楚。”
在标记者“B4”的办公室里游一台NIKITA发射器还有弹药。拿上它们到地下二层去,在那儿你可以找到Emmerich博士。
Miller教官居然对他要做的事了如指掌。
“好的,谢谢。”
“祝你好运,Snake。等会儿见。”
“Miller教官……”通信被切断了。
太奇怪了。
Miller教官从来不是这么健谈的,但是他会更精通于指导。不过不论如何,Snake觉得还是应该按照他的指示去取得导弹发射器。他手握SOCOM,贴着走廊的墙壁拐过转角。沿着过道有自“B1”开始的一排办公室,“B4”就在正中间,需要3级的PAN卡来打开门锁。Snake用卡一划,然后听到锁芯发出一声令人愉悦的“咔嚓”声。他推开门,却发现——
一个基因士兵正在桌前工作!那个家伙吃了一惊,下意识地将手伸向报警按钮。
Snake举枪便射,子弹射穿了士兵的前额,他连同椅子一起倒落到了地上。
他迅速走进房间,然后关上门。很显然,在工作台上的那个开着的手提箱里就放着NIKITA,而它的边上是一箱弹药。
NIKITA是一种神奇的发明,它长得象一台偏短的火箭筒,尽管外观笨重但是容易操作,可以扛在肩上用双手支持操作。
Snake不想提着这么个东西到处跑,但是既然Miller教官说他会需要,那他就很可能真的会用得上。Snake草草地在办公室里搜索了一下,在一张抽屉里找到了一副防毒面具。他觉得应该会用到,就将面具挂上脖子,只不过并没有把它戴上。
戴上了他的新玩具,Snake打开办公室门,往外边空荡荡的走廊斜睨了一眼,然后迅速跑回电梯。一进到电梯里,他就按下B2键,然后将NIKITA架在肩上,又把SOCOM紧紧握在手中。
电梯门打开了,出现在他眼前的同样是一条垂直的走道。Snake小心地步出大门,确认了一下没有巡逻的士兵,接着向左边走去。墙上的一个记号表明沿着这条走道过去就是实验室。Snake继续朝着这个方向进发,直到他来到一个拱道前。拱道另一侧的过道继续向前延伸,但是那一半的地面却用金属条代替了这一侧的地毯。
奇怪。
Snake朝着拱道踏出了一步,突然间周围的空气开始变化。一瞬间黄色的气体从天花板的排风口喷涌而出,充斥在他面前,在光线的照射下,粉尘颗粒清晰可见。从气味上Snake可以确定前面的过道里满布沙林神经毒气。唯一的办法就是用最快的速度冲过拱道,跑到金属地板的末端。
真是巧合,他正巧拿上了那副防毒面具,这真是Snake的幸运日。他戴上面具,决定一口气冲过这个拱道,但当他刚要迈出第一步时——
“Snake,别动!”
Snake想起这是那个神秘的深喉的声音:“你又出现了?”
“不要往前走!你面前的地面布满了高压电。”
“很好。那我该怎么做?”
“你需要切断电源。”
“好。你是不是准备告诉我哪里有电闸?”
“很不幸,在你面前的通道末端。”
“哦,很不错,不是吗?”
“看到你面前的走道,在它的末端是不是拐向左边了?”
“嗯。”
“它接着拐了个头,沿着你左边的墙壁。就像一条等候在游乐园门口的长长的队伍。”
“好的,那么说就是U字型。”
“高压配电器就在通道另一端的末端。”
Snake看了看自己左边的墙:“那么你是打算让我用手雷把墙炸出个洞来?这样有用吗?”
“不,墙太厚了。即使是大砍刀地雷也帮不了你。你需要一台遥控导弹发射器。”
Snake点了点头,NIKITA,Miller教官是对的。
他已经被猎狐犬的叛徒们为防止他们所谓的“抵抗”布下的严密防守所深深震撼。即使是他刚作为特工时接受的训练与之相比也不过是小巫见大巫。
他在携带式发射器里装上一发导弹,然后打开遥控雷达。操纵者可以通过NIKITA给导弹设置一条飞行路线,然后通过遥控操纵飞行。由于导弹飞行速度太快,你必须要有敏锐的双眼和灵巧的手指才能操纵它命中预定的目标。Snake在猎狐犬总部曾经花了三个月时间练习操纵NIKITA,才从Miller教官那里通过。这可不是一件容易的事。
Snake需要弄清楚目标大致的位置:“嗯,深喉?”
“怎么,Snake?”
“你知不知道配电器离我大概有多远?”
“对不起,Snake。我不清楚。”
他尽其所能地估计了一下距离,通过两个遥杆,他在显示屏上大致地设定下导弹的飞行路线。他绝不能失手,爆炸的相声一定会触发警报,招来一群卫兵。而他可不想在走投无路的境况下在通满高压电的走道上奔跑。
Snake再次检查了一遍计算的结果,然后关上保险,将肩头的发射器稳稳握住。
“一发搞定,走咯!”
NIKITA发射器没有后坐力,这一点让Snake很是喜欢。导弹从他肩头的发射器里飞射而出,呼啸地穿过门廊,一直沿着走道向前飞去,接着它在末端左转九十度。虽然导弹已经飞出了他的事业,但是Snake依旧能够听到它呼啸地飞过墙壁另一侧的走道。
爆炸让整个层面为之一震。Snake不得不贴在右边的墙上来站稳。震动持续了几秒钟以后渐渐平息,天花板上的灯光一时间全都熄灭了,黑暗笼罩了整个过道。两秒钟后,应急灯才亮了起来。
成功了吗?Snake看到天花板上的毒气已经停止了喷涌,不过他还是不打算摘下防毒面具。他小心的跨过门廊,将脚落在金属网栅上。
什么也没有发生。
“深喉,你还在哪儿吗?”
“是的,Snake。”
“你怎么知道这些的?你他妈又是怎么知道我的位置的?”
“对不起,这与你无关,你也不必知道。”
“该死,你到底是谁?”
“小心,还没结束呢!”
这奇怪的通信被切断了。
Snake接通了Mei Ling的频率。
“怎么了,Snake?”
“你有没有查到这个通信的来源?这个叫做深喉的家伙。”
“没有,我们无法确认这个信号的来源。”
“他的身份也无法确认?”
“我们还在尝试。”
“好吧,结束。”
Snake把硕大的NIKITA放在地上,他不想丢下这个玩意儿,但是他绝不可能拿着这么个笨重的东西完成他的任务。他沿着过道一直前进,拐过转角,接着他就看见了一片废墟。配电器已经不堪入目,看来它一定是承受了位于正面的爆炸。
一切都是Miller教官的功劳。
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