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【SG】化铅为円章首故事,P208
« 于: 2019-07-22, 周一 14:00:36 »

“欢迎来到不死鸟之巢,”夏延奇物商店的全息助手聒噪地叫着,“我能帮你什么吗?”

赫利克斯(Helix)从手中的碟板上抬起头来,随后全息图像在她的媚眼中逐渐消失。

货架上整齐地排列着来自世界各地的“公平贸易”(译注:指以公道的价格从发展中国家制造商手中直接购进商品的做法)试剂,包括按部落字母排列的奇物和信物——尽管苏族人的名头明显更大。

终于注意到全息图像上一片寂静,一个身材魁梧、胡子修剪得整整齐齐的男人从他的通讯链上抬起头来,整理了一下他的短外套。“额嗯,我能帮你找点什么吗?”

赫利克斯从她闪亮的蓝色睫毛后面向他投来目光,“当然,亲爱的。我的客户正在为他的工作寻找一些难找的试剂。有人说你有乳香出售。”

店主看着她。“到这边来。该区域放置着我们更高效的试剂。如果这些产品不符合客户的要求,我们还提供精馏服务。”他领着她来到一间后屋,那里摆放着五颜六色的玻璃瓶,旁边是一字排开的盒子,盒子里装着各种雕刻着显现出强大力量符文的石头。“然后乳香在这里。”

赫利克斯嚼着口香糖,环视着房间,她的兄弟诺丁汉姆(Knotingham)漫步进商店,他穿着一套过时的黑色防尘外衣,戴着一顶牛仔帽。她在门前的警报器动了手脚,以防她兄弟进门时警铃大作。

“我马上就来,”店主慌乱地说,因为他不习惯与人交谈,“我们遇到了一些技术上的困难。”

赫利克斯拿出一个小香水瓶子,微笑着喷在她裸露的脖子上。她以流畅的动作向石头和乳香后的墙壁上喷。店主透不过气了;沿着书架和角落里,指纹似乎在燃烧般发出橙色的光。看起来架子可以根据指纹的位置移动。

“聪明的孩子,聪明的孩子亲爱的,”她说道,“看来有人有些淘气了。还有一扇暗门?我们来看看它后面是什么?”

当赫利克斯推到指纹所在的架子上时,店主试图使用他的通讯链。“我不知道你是谁,”他说,“但我要报警。”他发现自己的通讯链系统被锁住了,立即转身离开建筑,但发现赫利克斯的兄弟挡住了他的去路。在他反应过来之前,一根电击棍触在了他的胸口。

诺丁汉抓住昏迷的店主,把他放在柜台后面。“目标倒下。”

“系统已在我控制之下,”赫利克斯说道,“商店现在关门了,房间也布置好了。”

“很好,”一个声音从他们的耳机上传来,“布罗根(Brogan)在往你们的方向过去。”

门把在赫利克斯解锁下颤动着。远处是一个柳条人,由木条和塑料垃圾做成。布罗根经过诺丁汉走进了房间。房间里有一排排已经竣工的法器,一张桌子上有一个装着看起来像金粉的袋子,一些装满液体的小瓶,还有四个一部分还包裹着的玉碟,看上去就像是刚刚运来的一样。一个赫尔墨斯圆环花在地面上。

布罗根在圆环处停了下来。“赫利克斯,你介意把其中的一个小瓶倒到圆环上吗?小心别沾到你身上。”

赫利克斯按照他的要求做了,随后上面的油漆甚至其下的混凝土都开始冒烟燃烧起来。布罗根穿过圆环,拿起那袋金子和玉碟,在离开商店之前把它们塞进柳条人的胸腔里。

“诺丁汉,”赫利克斯说,“留下礼物,护送布罗根到下一站。”

诺丁汉在柜台上留下一个玻璃蛋,和赫利克斯离开了商店。“下一步怎么走,老板?”他问道。

“我在巴特市低级区有笔业务。”布罗根回答。

几分钟后,店主从震惊中醒来,有些神志不清。他看见柜台上的玻璃蛋。一秒钟后,他的注意力集中在柜台另一边的影子上。随后,蛋在魔法火焰中爆炸。



剧透 -   :
“Welcome to the Phoenix’s Nest,” chirps a holographic assistant at the talismonger shop in Cheyenne. “How may I help you?”
Helix looks up from the deck in her hand and gives the hologram a wink as it fades away.
The shelves are lined neatly with “fair trade” reagents from around the world, including telesma and fetishes organized and alphabetized by tribe—though the Sioux have a conspicuously larger end cap. Finally noticing the hologram’s silence, a heavy-set man with a neatly trimmed beard looks up from his commlink and straightens his short coat. “Um, can I help you find something?”
Helix makes eyes at him from behind her iridescent blue lashes. “Sure thing, sugar. My client is looking for a few hard-to-find reagents for his work. Some say you have frankincense for sale.”
The proprietor looks at her. “This way then. The area over here is for our more potent reagents. We also offer distillation services if these products don’t meet your client’s requirements.” He leads her to a back room where a rainbow of colored-glass bottles are stored alongside lined boxes holding various stones carved to convey a semblance of power. “And here is the frankincense.”
As Helix chews her gum and looks around the room, her brother Knotingham strolls into the store, wearing the clichéd outfit of a black duster and cowboy hat. She spoofs the alarm at the door to prevent it from going off as her brother enters.
“I’ll be with you in a moment,” says the flustered proprietor, as he isn’t used to having to talk to people. “We’re having some technical difficulties.”
Helix brings out a little perfume bottle and smiles as she sprays some on her exposed neck. In a fluid motion, she sprays the back wall of stones and frankincense. The proprietor gasps; fingerprints appear to glow a burnt orange along the shelves and corner. It appears the shelf can move based on the position of the fingerprints.
“Tsk, tsk, sugar,” she says. “Looks like someone has been naughty. And a false door? Shall we take a look at what’s behind it?”
As Helix pushes on the shelf where the fingerprints are, the proprietor tries to use his commlink. “I don’t know who you are,” he says, “but I’m calling the cops.” He discovers his commlink OS is locked and turns to leave the building, but finds Helix’s brother blocking his way. Before he can react, a stun baton touches his chest.
Knotingham catches the unconscious proprietor and places him behind the counter. “Target One is out.”
“System is under my control,” says Helix. “Store is now closed and the room is located.”
“Good,” says a voice over their earpieces. “Brogan is coming to you.”
The door handle jiggles as Helix unlocks it. Just beyond is a wicker man made of wood bundles and plastic trash. Brogan walks past Knotingham into the room. The room contains racks of foci in various states of completion, a table with a pouch of what looks like gold dust, some liquid-filled vials, and four partially wrapped jade disks that looked as if they had just arrived. A hermetic circle is painted on the ground.
Brogan stops at the circle. “Helix, would you mind pouring out one of those vials onto the circle? Be careful not to get any on you.”
Helix does as he asked, and the paint and even the concrete starts to smoke and burn. Brogan then crosses the circle, picks up the bag of gold and the jade disks, and stuffs them into the wicker man’s chest before leaving the store.
“Knotingham,” Helix says, “leave the gift and escort Brogan to his next stop.”
Knotingham leaves a glass egg on the counter before and Helix leave the store. “Where to next, Boss?” he asks.
“I have business in Butte Below,” Brogan replies.
Minutes later, the proprietor wakes up disoriented from the shock. He sees the glass egg on the counter. A second later his attention is focused on the shadowy figure on the other side of the counter. Then the egg explodes in magical flames.