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副标题: 翻译:鸡米;狂奔者果然都是工具人

离线 Razr

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    那个自称为“獠牙(Tusk)”的兽人在他的其他晚餐客人到达前几小时就吃完了他的那份食物。他相当喜欢食物,但很清楚永远不要把一顿美餐和生意搞在一起这一点。而即将发生的一切显然是生意。就在他的AR视野中的时钟跳到晚上10:04的时候,他收到了来自餐厅经理的呼叫。
    “很抱歉打扰你,先生,但这里有些……人想要申请入场。他们声称自己是您的客人。”经理声音中贵族气派的厌恶说明这些狂奔者并没有按照獠牙指示那样穿着得体前来。
    獠牙用自己最抚慰人心的语调安抚着这位苦恼的经理。“是的,我正在等待一些客人。我为他们的外观打扮道歉。请您,安静地,引他们到我的房间来。”
    当狂奔者们来到獠牙在其中等待着的这个隐藏的私人房间,獠牙并没有惊讶。这是一支典型的四人小队,穿着破旧的衣服,身上带着肉眼可见的伤口和瘀痕。尽管这支队伍有着粗野而不令人愉快的外观,獠牙还是足够信任他的联系人,知道他会组织起一支堪用的小队。
    这场会面迷迷糊糊地过去了。他已经做过太多次这种事了,以至于这些例行流程已经真的不值得被他记住了。他们在报酬、条件和信息上讨价还价。最终,獠牙对于结果很满意。在钱的方面,他最终给出的比他被授权能给出的最大限度少了百分之十五,这能给他带来一笔不错的奖金。他也没有漏出任何他不急于分享的信息,尤其是关于目标最近被阿兹特科所拥有这一点。有太多的狂奔者对于与大A们对着干发展出了不幸的神经过敏症状,所以有时候还是最好不要给他们太多能让他们放飞想象的信息。
    在这次会面的结尾,当他被逼进一段不按套路的对话时,他不得不付出一丁点额外的注意。
    “然后你会来接收这份包裹?”队伍的出面人问道。
    獠牙稍稍——希望没有太明显——地顿了一下,才回复道:“不,收货将被安排给我的一位助手。当你准备好交付时就联系这个号码。”
    就在这支狂奔者队伍刚离开时,他在他的AR视野里打开了一份联系人名单,并且找到了一个合适的名字。是的,他会雇佣第三方来负责收货。虽然这并不是原计划的一部分,他在这一刻还是对这个仓促的决定感到更宽心。小心谨慎总是有回报。
劇透 -   :
The ork who called himself “Tusk” had finished his food hours before his other dinner guests arrived. He appreciated food a great deal, but knew never to mix fine dining with business. What was about to happen was definitely business. Just as this clock in his AR display flicked to 10:04 p.m., he received a call from the manager of the restaurant.
“Pardon the interruption sir, but there are some … people here that are asking for admittance. They claim they are guests of yours.” The patrician distaste in the manager’s voice clearly showed that the runners had not come appropriately dressed as Tusk had instructed.
Tusk used his most soothing tone to placate the distressed manager, “Yes, I was expecting guests. I apologize for their appearance. Please escort them, quietly, to my room.”
When the runners arrived in the back private room where Tusk was waiting, he was not impressed. They were a typical foursome, with threadbare clothing and visible cuts and bruises. Despite the team’s rough and unimpressive appearance, Tusk trusted his contact enough to know that he would put together an effective team.
The meeting passed in a blur. He had done this kind of thing so many times before that the routine had become not worth remembering, really. They haggled over payment, conditions, and information. In the end, Tusk was happy with the result. In the matters of cash, he ended up giving fifteen percent less than his authorized maximum, which could provide him a nice bonus. He also didn’t give up any information he wasn’t anxious to share, particularly the bit about the target being recently acquired by Aztechnology. Far too many runners developed an unfortunate case of the jitters going against the Big A, so sometimes it was best not to give them information that could set their imaginations in motion.
He had to pay a bit of extra attention when he was forced into a bit of improvisation at the end if the meet.
“And you will take delivery of the package?” The team’s face asked.
Tusk paused momentarily—hopefully not noticeably— before he replied, “No, delivery will be made to an associate of mine. Contact this number when you are ready to make delivery.”
Just after the runner team left, he brought up a list of contacts on his AR display and found an appropriate name. Yes, he would hire a third party to take delivery. Although it wasn’t part of the original plan, he was feeling better about the snap decision by the minute. It always pays to be cautious.



    里昂•阿德勒(Leon Adler)那时是一只大王乌贼,漂浮在海洋深处。这只乌贼伸着许许多多的触手,操纵着珊瑚构成的控制终端、海藻构成的数据传输路径和看起来像磷虾或海马的图标们。他以灵巧和精细控制操纵着所有这些设备,这一切倘若他是真正血与肉构成的乌贼是完全做不到的。但里昂这只章鱼是由光子和数据构成的,模拟的脑神经冲动——一个虚拟的形象。他选择了海洋的意象,因为这能抚慰他的心灵,放松神经,缓解这份管理电子设备操作与企业安保的工作带来的压力。自从他接管以来,他的工作变得尤其给人压力。实际上,所有人的工作都已经变得压力更大,而所有人都在拿他撒气。至少他是这么觉得的。所以里昂一边观察着他周围的水下世界,一边放任自己比平常放下更多的怀疑。他让自己几乎相信这一切都是真实的。他需要这些来撑过这一天。
    他开始了他的日常状态检查。
    数据服务器——正在工作。
    通讯网络——正在转发。
    门禁授权系统——生效。
    内部与外部传感器——正在扫描。
    雇员RFID定位系统——正在跟踪。
    摄像头——正在录……等等。
    有些奇怪。推流NW-6-C显示伊莎•波特(Isa Porter)正在雇员休息室。但RFID系统报告说伊莎•波特体内植入的标签正位于她的办公室里,在离雇员休息室八竿子打不着的地方。而在夜里的这个点不应当有任何人在休息室里。这说不通。他开始运行一个对摄像头推流的深度系统分析,同时召来一个看起来像是灯笼鱼的探头IC来扫描整个系统搜寻异常。这是一个系统故障吗?它看起来以一种非常特别的方式失灵了。如果摄像机只是被锁定了,它会不会是冻结在一帧上了?但摄像头推流很明显并没有冻结,因为他能看到伊莎在动着,虽然只是微微地。他更靠近地盯着影像,注意到影像中有一个微小的跳跃。等等,里昂想到,看起来这影像一直在循环着。
    他的注意力突然被那灯笼鱼发来的信号打断了。它报告说它可能发现了……
    这时,那个IC在一阵剧烈的电子眩光中爆炸了。一个图标,一个不知从何而来的化身,在里昂还没有搞清楚发生了什么之前从隐蔽处突然暴起。它移动得太快了!那是什么?他正在被攻击!见鬼了,有什么人正在系统当中!它到哪里去了?他再也看不到那入侵者。它太了!他该怎么办?他无法思考了。他该怎么
    告诉安保。安保必须得知道这一切。他将他的虚拟乌贼移向组成通讯系统的珊瑚与海草。它挂了。破损且无法工作。这是什么时候发生的?难道他不是在几秒钟之前刚刚检查过系统吗?那入侵者,他太了。他步步走在他前面。他动作太了!
    在他头上突然爆发出白色的火焰,和如同台钳一般的什么东西,如同一千块砖压迫着他的头颅,要压碎他的大脑!那是什么,他是怎么做到的?白色的火焰。粉碎。大海,成千上万磅的压力。水的重量。它压了下来,要把他粉碎。白色的火焰。他的头感觉就像即将塌陷进去。他必须离开,到安全的地方,离开大海,离开矩阵,但他做不到。他感觉自己即将死去。他除了弹出什么都无法想了。弹。出。弹。出。这是他所能思考的一切。举起他的手臂。连接线。插在他头上的连接线。就在火焰所在的地方。需要把这火焰弄出他的脑袋!抓住插头!弹出。弹出,弹和出,弹与出,弹出弹出,弹出弹出弹出弹出弹出。
    整个世界旋转,下落,然后在一阵碰撞和巨响中停止了。
劇透 -   :
Leon Adler was a giant squid floating in the deep waters of the ocean. A squid with its many limbs reaching out to manipulate control consoles made of coral, datalines made of seaweed, icons that looked like sea horses or krill. He manipulated all these devices with dexterity and fine control that would be impossible if he were an actual squid made of flesh and blood. But Leon the squid was made of photons and data, simulated brain impulses—a virtual representation. He chose the ocean iconography because it soothed him, easing the nerves and stress that came with the job of managing the electronic operations and security of a corporation. His job had been particularly stressful since the takeover. In truth, everyone’s job had become more stressful, and everyone was taking things out on him. At least that’s how it felt. So Leon allowed more than his normal suspension of disbelief as he observed his underwater surroundings. He let himself almost believe it was real. It’s what he needed to get through his day.
He began his routine status check.
Data services—functioning.
Communications network—transmitting.
Door entry authorization systems—engaged.
Internal and external sensors—sweeping.
Employee RFID location system—tracking.
Cameras—recor … wait.
Something was odd. Feed NW-6-C showed Isa Porter in the employee lounge. But the RFID system reported that the tag implanted in Isa Porter was in her office, nowhere near the employee lounge. There shouldn’t be anyone in the lounge at this time of night. It didn’t make any sense. He began to run a deeper system analysis on the camera feed while calling up a Probe IC that looked like a lantern fish to sweep the system for any more anomalies. Was this a system malfunction? It seems to have failed in a very specific way. If the camera had just locked up, would it be frozen, on one frame? The camera feed clearly wasn’t frozen as he could see Isa moving, if only slightly. He peered closer at the image and noticed a subtle skip in the image. Wait a minute, thought Leon, it looks like the image has been looped.
His concentration was suddenly broken by a signal from the lantern fish. It was reporting that it may have found …
The IC exploded in a violent flash of electronic light. An icon, a persona of unknown origin, exploded from a hiding place before Leon even realized what was going on. It moved so fast! What is that? He was under attack! Oh ghost, someone was in the system! Where did it go? He couldn’t see the intruder anymore. It was so fast! What should he do? He couldn’t think. What should he do?
Tell Security. Security had to know. He shifted his virtual squid form to the coral and seaweed that made up the communications system. Dead. Shattered and non-functional. When did that happen? Didn’t he just check that system a few seconds ago? The intruder, he was so fast. He was in front of him. He moved so fast!
There was white fire, and something like a vice on his head, a thousand bricks pressing on his skull, crushing his brain! What is that, how is he doing that? The white fire. Crushing. The ocean, thousands and thousands of pound of pressure. The weight of the water. It pressed down, crushing him. White fire. His head felt like it was about to cave in. He had to get out, get somewhere safe, out of the ocean, out of the Matrix, but he couldn’t. He felt like he was dying. He could think about nothing besides jacking out. Jack. Out. Jack. Out. It was all he could think. Raise his arm. The cord. The cord in his head. Where the fire was. Needed to get the fire out of his head! Get the plug! Jack out. Jack out, jackout, jackout, jackout jackout, jackoutjackoutjackoutjackoutjackout.
The world spun, fell, and stopped with a crash and a thud.



    巴迪•埃里希(Buddy Ehrlich)小口嘬着他们称作豆咖的工业副产品并且咳嗽起来。“这他妈的狗屎根本不适合给任何他妈的人喝下去。”他满脸恶心地把杯子扔了出去,然后做了一个简短有力的动作示意他的人跟上他。他在编号35-C的门前停了下来。它是锁着的。这破玩意儿难道不应该在他走到面前的时候自动解锁吗?这难道不是这整个狗屎系统最他妈重要的的卖点吗?他试着在操作面板上输入自己的密码。毫无反应。
    “看在他妈的份上,这他妈到底怎么回事?!”巴迪现在完全没有面对这一切的心情。他调出他的AR视野并试着呼叫小王八里昂。他最好现在就他妈的修好这些门。毫无反应。事实上,整个安保网络都没有在传输任何信息了。巴迪不是个弱智。他知道这意味着什么。
    “掏出武器,保持警惕!有什么什么他妈的很不对劲。”巴迪猛地命令他的队伍,而他们找他说的做了。他掏出了自己的手枪,一路穿过走廊来到一扇他知道还没有接受升级改造的门。这是他所知道的唯一的到别的地方去的办法。当他们转过下一个拐角的时候,他看到了他们,他们那他妈的一大群人。其中一人是他妈的一个巨大的巨魔,手上的枪蓄势待发。然后,在不到一眨眼的时间里,它发射了,子弹漫天飞舞。在巴迪能够大声吼出“找掩护!”之前的几秒钟内,科尔曼、雷斯特和加里森就倒在了地上。
    巴迪一边开了几枪,一边鱼跃进附近的一个门口。他听到持续不断的子弹咔嗒声——他们一定有自动武器。他们中一个人拿着剑,快乐地随着冰雹似的子弹冲锋,把它挥向他的目标。巴迪一遍继续开了几枪来压制他们,一边评估着情况。他希望这些人和他撞见他们一样因为撞见他而感到吃惊。他只需要继续稳住他们一小会,直到援军到达,虽然如果他他妈的通讯链还能用的话这会更快。
    其中一个入侵者从墙角侧身出来,用手臂做了个奇怪的动作。世界突然爆发出一阵颜色、声音和彻底的混乱。巴迪一下搞不清楚自己朝向那里、在干什么。世界变成了一团影像和声音,就好像有什么人一口气打开了一打他妈的3d影像机器并且把它们直接传输到他的脑袋里似的。终于他明白了自己看到了什么。
    “撤退,他们有个他妈的法师!”他一边后退一边吼道,而他的手下也照做了。当他们转过拐角,他的脑袋开始清醒了。然后他听到一阵哀嚎,紧随其后的是一声令人恶心的湿淋淋的咯吱声。他转过头去,看见谢尔倒在地上,浑身是洞地喷着血。是那个拿着他妈的剑的家伙!谁他妈会用剑啊?巴迪举起手枪射击,但那家伙已经闪开了。他可太他妈了!巴迪在视野的边缘再次捕捉到一阵入侵者的残影。他现在在那里。
    “全自动,广散布!”他大叫着,而他的人对此毫不迟疑地用一阵阵子弹洒满了整个区域。那个拿着剑的王八蛋以巴迪见所未见的灵活腾挪躲闪躲开了子弹,但他撤退了。正在巴迪为此感到庆幸的时候,他听到从背后传来的重重的脚步声。他一扭头刚好看见那个巨魔——他到底是从他妈哪里过来的?——一枪散弹打在斯塔尔的怀里,把他打得向后飞去。并不需要任何额外命令,他剩下的手下就开始疯狂地向这个新出现的大个子开火。子弹看起来无害地从他的厚皮上弹开了。
    是时候他妈的从这里溜了,巴迪这么想道。他一扭头,面对面撞上了拿着剑的家伙。
    哦操,他想道。
劇透 -   :
Buddy Ehrlich sipped the industrial byproduct that they called soykaf and coughed. “Fragging drek isn’t fit for any fragging body to drink.” He tossed the cup away in disgust, then motioned for his men to follow him with a terse gesture. He stopped in front of door 35-Charlie. It was locked. Wasn’t this damn thing supposed to unlock when he walked up to it? Wasn’t that the whole fragging point of this whole piece of shit system? He tried his code on the panel. Nothing.
“For shit’s sake what the frag is going on?!” Buddy was in no mood for this. He pulled up his AR display and tried to call that little shit Leon. He better fix these doors right fragging now. Nothing. In fact, the whole security net wasn’t transmitting anything anymore. Buddy was no drek-head. He knew what this meant.
“Weapons out and stay sharp! Something’s seriously fragging wrong,” Buddy snapped the order to his team and they obeyed. He drew his own pistol and headed down the hallway to a door he knew hadn’t received the upgrades yet. It was the only way he’d be able to get anywhere. When they rounded the next corner he saw them, a whole fragging group of them. One of them was a big fragging troll, gun ready to fire. Then, in less than a blink, it did, and bullets were flying. Coleman, Lester, and Garrison went down in seconds before Buddy could bellow, “Find cover!”
He fired off a couple of shots as he dove behind a nearby doorway. He heard the constant clatter of bullets—they must have automatic weapons. One of them had a sword and was cheerfully charging through the hail of gunfire to swing it at a target. Buddy fired off a couple more shots just to keep their heads down while he assessed the situation. He hoped they were as surprised to see him as he was to see them. He just needed to hold them down for a little until backup arrived, though it would be easier if his fragging commlink was working.
One of the intruders leaned out of a side hallway and made a strange motion with his arm. The world exploded into color, sound, and utter confusion. Buddy couldn’t tell which way he was facing or what he was doing. The world was a jumble of images and sounds like someone had turned on a dozen fragging trid stations at once and beamed them directly into his brain. The realization of what he saw finally came to him.
“Fall back, they’ve got a fragging mage!” he shouted while moving back, and his troops did likewise. As they rounded the corner, his head started to clear. Then he heard a cry followed by a sickening wet crunch. He turned to see Scherr drop to the ground spouting blood from a gaping would. It was the guy with the fragging sword! Who uses a fragging sword? Buddy raised his pistol and fired, but the guy was already gone. Frag he was fast! A blur at the edge of his vision had Buddy pick up the intruder again. Over there now.
“Full auto, wide spread!” he barked and, his men responded promptly by hosing the area with a shower of bullets. The fragger with the sword twisted and turned around the bullets like nothing Buddy had ever seen, but he withdrew. Just as Buddy was feeling good about this, he heard heavy footfalls behind him. He turned just in time to see the troll—where the frag did he come from?—put a shotgun blast into Stahl’s stomach and send him flying backwards. Without any further instruction, his remaining men started firing madly into this new hulking form. The bullets seemed to bounce harmlessly off his thick hide.
Time to get the frag out of here, thought Buddy. He turned to come face to face with the guy with the sword.
Oh frag, he thought.



    赫姆斯坦博士(Dr. Holmsten)抬起头愣住了。在实验室那头站着三个人。他们之前并不在那里,不是吗?他们中的一个甚至都不是。它是一个那种丑陋的长角的东西。一个巨魔。他们是入侵者。他们绕过了巴迪和锁和所有东西。他们要做什么?一言不发,他们向着赫姆斯坦博士走来。他们中的一个人把某种东西怼在他的背上,他身子一软,失去了意识。那个巨魔在他倒在地上之前一把抓住了他,把他扛在肩上,然后他们一行人走了出去。
劇透 -   :
Dr. Holmsten looked up and froze. There were three men standing at the back of the lab. They hadn’t been there before, had they? One of them wasn’t even a man, it was one of those ugly horned things. A troll. They were intruders. They had gotten past Buddy and the locks and everything. What were they going to do? Without a word they moved toward Dr. Holmsten. One of them jammed something into his back and he fell limp, unconscious. The troll grabbed him before he could fall, hoisted him over his shoulder, and all of them walked out.



    努里•马绍尔(Nuri Marshall)读着昨晚发生的事件的报告,皱起了眉头。他上周刚刚接替安保部的头头,就在阿兹特科购买了这个新兴公司的一笔令他们得到控制权的股份之后。他早就知道会有一些这样的升迁——他甚至愿意为这件事的发生赌上一大笔钱——但他从未想到它会发生得这么快。然而,他还是必须不情愿地承认阿兹特科的竞争者们很有能力也很有资源。昨晚成功入侵的那支队伍毫无疑问不仅仅是胜任这份工作而已。所有这个项目的数据都被带走了,连带着赫姆斯坦博士,这个项目背后的聪慧头脑。没有了这个项目,那就没有能拿到市场上的产品,没有可以赚取的利润,而这整件收购将成为巨大的损失。
    努里不能允许这一切发生——只要他想要在健康和工作毫无损失的情况下地结束这一切。但他已经考虑过这件事发生的可能性,并且他已经有了对此的计划。
    首先他检查了博士的个人资料。是的,他的“医疗检查”已经完成了。他向泛实体服务部发送了一个特别编码过的请求,申请用于追踪博士的现在位置的样本。然后他打了下一个特别的电话,这个电话打给一个他甚至没有对方名字的人。
    那个人并没有说话;他很乐意产生出这种令人恐惧的寂静。世界上像这个男人一样令努里恐惧的东西不多,所以他尽可能保持通话内容简洁。“包裹被带走了。我需要你去取回它。我会在几小时内把地点发给你。随时准备出动。”
    就这样了。努里已经使用了他能调动的所有资源。他现在能做的一切就是等待。
劇透 -   :
Nuri Marshall frowned as he read the report on last night’s incident. He had just taken over the head of the Security Division last week after Aztechnology purchased a controlling share of the upstart business. He had expected some sort of move—he would have wagered good money that it would happen—but he did not expect it to come this soon. Still, he had to grudgingly admit that Aztechnology’s competitors were capable and resourceful. The team that made their intrusion last night was certainly more than up to the task. All data on the project had been taken, along with Dr. Holmsten, the brilliant mind behind the project. Without the project there would be nothing to bring to market, no profit to be made, and the entire acquisition would be a massive loss.
Nuri couldn’t let that happen—not if he wanted to get out of this with his health and job intact. But he had anticipated this possibility, and he had a plan for it.
First he checked the doctor’s personnel file. Yes, his “medical screening” had been completed. He sent a specially coded request off to the Metaphysical Services division for the sample to be used to track the doctor’s current location. Then he made a second special call, this one to a man that he didn’t even have a name for.
The man didn’t speak; he was content to radiate an intimidating silence. There were few things in the world that unnerved Nuri like this man, so he kept the conversation brief, “The package has been taken. I need you to retrieve it. I’ll send the location to you in a few hours. Be ready to move.”
That was all. Nuri had used all the resources at his disposal. All he could do now was wait



    洛波(Lobo)蜷伏在阴影中,目光刺穿了夜幕。他的赛博眼轻松地破开了黑暗和将他与目标位置间隔开的距离。狂奔者们正在接近前来接收包裹的人——包裹包括了那个男人和数据。他和与他相对的伙伴,欧塞洛特(Ocelotl),在这里等着拦截这次交货并将这两者交还他们的正当拥有者——或者摧毁他们,如果前者做不到的话。洛波灵巧地将他的武器滑到一个待击的态势,不用看就知道欧赛洛特也正在准备。他们总是两人成对一起工作;总是两个,没有其他人。那就是他们被训练的方式,那就是他们至今为止的生活方式,至少在洛波记得的范围内如此。也许在公司带走他之前他也有过一段生活,在公司把他制造——重塑——成一个如现在的他一般的致命杀人机器之前。他已经记不起来了。他已经记不起来任何他在医院中完成最终处理之后,在他的身体的重构完成之后,苏醒过来之前的事情。以阿兹特科拥有的最高级的技术武装和强化过的他,是无人能匹敌的战士。比任何街头战士都更快、更狠和更强,令他自傲的是他强化过的视觉。洛波被赛博地和生物地强化,而欧赛洛特则是被魔法武装着。被教导和沉浸在由无人可比的阿兹特科法师掌握的魔法技艺中,欧赛洛特胸中沸腾着魔法之力,但却将自己以一种使自己看起来像是凡俗的方式防护起来。他能够就像把敌人用双拳砸碎那样轻松地用一个眼神和一个动作让他们自杀。他们两人一起就是钢铁与巫术,魔法与意志。
    那一刻终于到来。当狂奔者们把博士和数据——洛波在他的AR视野里追踪到了数据传输——交接给送货人,洛波和欧赛洛特像同一个人那样同步动了。安静且迅速地,他们穿过了与那两方间的距离,然后放手凶狠攻击。他们准确地按照事前讨论好的执行攻击计划,确切地知道对方将会做什么、会如何以及向哪里移动。他们间的羁绊以及对于对方的了解如此,以至于他们协同的行动几乎如同有预知能力一般。首先,欧赛洛特放出一阵魔法,物理上分割了两方,把他们向相反的方向炸去。在他们的身体落地之前,洛波就将一阵阵受控短点射送向收货人的保镖们的身上。他们在落地之前就死了。用同样的超越人类的速度打开了他的虚拟工具,洛波向收货人的通讯链发动了压倒性的攻击。它的虚拟防御破碎了,而其中的数据在几秒钟中就被抹去。紧随其后,洛波就把三颗子弹打进了收货人的脑袋,令它爆成一片血浆。欧赛洛特猛地发出一道咒语来混乱和迷惑狂奔者们,保持对他们的干扰。当电子攻击完成,洛波用他的冲锋枪转火攻击狂奔者们,与此同时欧赛洛特用一道非致命的魔法箭击倒了这份包裹中的人员部分。洛波迅速敏捷地抱起了那具不省人事的躯体,然后伴随着欧赛洛特另一个咒语的掩护撤退了。这次行动从开始到结束的总时间不到三十秒——正如计划的一样。行动成功。
劇透 -   :
Lobo crouched in the shadows and peered into the night. His cybernetic eyes easily cut through the darkness and distance that separated his position from his target. The runners were approaching the man who was going to receive their package, which included the man and the data. He and his counterpart, Ocelotl, were here to intercept that delivery and return both to their rightful owners—or destroy them if that was not possible. Lobo deftly slide his weapon into a ready position, knowing without having to look that Ocelotl was also preparing. They always worked in a pair; always two and no one else. That was how they had been trained, that was how they had lived as far as Lobo could remember. Perhaps there was a time that he had lived before the company had taken him, before the company had made—remade—him into the lethal killing machine that he was today. He could no longer remember. He could no longer remember anything prior to awakening in the hospital after the final procedure, after the reconstruction of his body was complete. Armed and augmented with the very best technology that Aztechnology possessed, he was a warrior without peer. Faster, tougher, and stronger than any of the street urchin he now regarded through is augmented vision. Where Lobo was cybernetically and biologically enhanced, Ocelotl was magically charged. Instructed and inducted deeply in the magical arts known to the peerless Aztechnology magicians, Ocelotl seethed with magical potential yet shielded himself in such a way as to appear mundane. He could just as easily smash a foe apart with his fists as immolate them with a look and a gesture. Together they were steel and sorcery, magic and might.
The time had come. As the runners handed over the doctor and data—Lobo tracked the data transfer in his AR display—to the delivery man, Lobo and Ocelotl rose as one. Silently and quickly they covered the intervening distance to the two parties, then struck with vicious abandon. They executed the attack plan exactly as they had discussed, knowing exactly what the other would do, how and where they would move. Such was their bond and understanding of one another that their coordinated actions bordered on prescience. Initially Ocelotl unleashed a blast of magic that physically separated the two parties, blowing both in opposite directions. Before their bodies had hit the ground, Lobo put short controlled bursts of fire into the bodyguards of the delivery man. They were dead before they landed. Engaging his virtual tools with the same superhuman speeds, Lobo launched an overwhelming assault on the commlink of the deliveryman. Its virtual defenses were shattered and the information removed from it in seconds. This was immediately followed by Lobo putting a trio of bullets into the man’s head, which exploded in a geyser of bloody pulp. Oceltol hurled spells to confuse and disorient the runners, keeping them from interfering. When the electronic assault was done, Lobo moved to engage the runners with his submachine gun while Oceltol disabled the personnel portion of the package with a non-lethal magic bolt. Lobo moved quickly to pick up the comatose body, then withdrew as Ocelotl veiled their escape with yet another spell. The total time of engagement from beginning to end was less than thirty seconds—exactly as planned. Operation successful.



    那之后一段时间,兽人回到主管的办公室里,准备汇报一个有好有坏的消息。
    “我还以为这次行动是一次失败。”主管满脸怒容,特地强调了最后一个单词。
    但兽人并没有被刺激到。“并不完全是。虽然我们没有成功接收到博士,我还是想办法搞到了数据。”
    “怎么做到的?我听说它也完全丢失了。”
    “啊,这就是为什么拥有一个应急预案总是有回报的原因了!我很清楚我雇佣的这个跑腿人有个专为这种情况准备的备案。只是锁定他的身体所在的特定的太平间花了我一些时间,因为他没有身份,而每天这个城市中的匿名死者又太多了。”他停下来嗦了一口饮料。“锁定之后,我让我们的一个医师从这个男人的大脑里取下了他植入的数据锁,在那其中我希望他存放着那些信息。我不确定他是否在被杀前有时间创造一份数据的拷贝,但对我们而言很幸运的是,他确实这样做了。”
    说着这些,兽人一边向主管传输着数据包,一边露出一个洋洋得意的、露出他的獠牙的笑容。他这样做只是为了让那主管不爽。
    在简单地检查过数据之后,主管回答道:“那你雇的人呢?那些一开始为你取得信息的狂奔者,他们怎么样了?”
    “我不知道。”
    “你甚至不知道他们是死是活?”
    “我丝毫不知道,也丝毫不在意。”
    “你怎么会不在意?”兽人的冷酷勾起了主管的好奇。
    “因为,我亲爱的朋友,在这个世界上正在不停发生着比一队狂奔者的命运重要得多的事情。”
劇透 -   :
Sometime later, the ork was back in the executive’s office ready to deliver a message of mixed good news.
“I thought the operation was a failure,” the executive scowled, with particular emphasis on that last word.
The ork would not be goaded, “Not entirely. Although we did not receive delivery of the doctor, I was able to salvage the data.”
“How? I was told it was lost as well.”
“Ah, but that is why it always pays to have a contingency plan! I knew the particular bagman I hired had a fallback for just such an occasion. It simply took me some time to locate his body in the appropriate morgue, since he had no identification and there are so many anonymous dead in this city every day.” He paused to take a sip of his drink. “Once located I had one of our surgeons remove the implanted data lock from the man’s brain, where I hoped he would have stored the information. I wasn’t sure if he had time to make a copy before he was killed, but fortunately for us, he did.”
With that the ork transmitted the data package to the executive with a smug smile that showed his tusks. He did it just to piss the executive off.
After briefly examining the data, the executive replied, “And what of your hires? The runners that initially retrieved the information for you, what happened to them?”
“I have no idea.”
“You don’t even know if they’re dead or alive?”
“Not in the slightest, nor do I care.”
“How can you not care?” The ork’s callousness was a curiosity to the executive.
“Because, my dear friend, there are far more important things going on in this world than the fate of one team of shadowrunners.”
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