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November
Camillehadeitherbeentheworld‘smostpowerfulhurricaneorthelargesttornadoinhistory.Certainlyithaddonethejobtothisoilrig,Kellythought,donninghistanksforhislastdiveintotheGulf.Thesuper-structurewaswrecked,andallfourofthemassivelegsweakened-twistedliketheruinedtoyofagiganticchild.Everythingthatcouldsafelyberemovedhadalreadybeentorchedoffandloweredbycraneontothebargetheywereusingastheirdivebase.Whatremainedwasaskeletalplatformwhichwouldsoonmakeafinehomeforlocalgamefish,hethought,enteringthelaunchthatwouldtakehimalongside.Thetwodiverswouldbeworkingwithhim,butKellywasincharge.Theywentoverproceduresonthewayoverwhileasafetyboatcirclednervouslytokeepthelocalfishermenaway.Itwasfoolishofthemtobehere-thefishingwouldn‘tbeverygoodforthenextfewhours-buteventslikethisattractedthecurious.Anditwouldbequiteashow,Kellythoughtwithagrinasherolledbackwardsoffthediveboat.
Itwaseerieunderneath.Italwayswas,butcomfortable,too.Thesunlightwaveredundertherippledsurface,makingvariablecurtainsoflightthattrainedacrossthelegsoftheplatform.Italsomadeforgoodvisibility.TheC4chargeswerealreadyinplace,eachoneablockaboutsixinchessquareandthreeinchesdeep,wiredtightagainstthesteelandfusedtoblowinward.Kellytookhistime,checkingeachone,startingwiththefirstranktenfeetabovethebottom.Hediditquicklybecausehedidn‘twanttobedownherethatlong,andneitherdidtheothers.Themenbehindhimrantheprima-cord,wrappingittightaroundtheblocks.Bothwerelocal,experiencedUDTmen,trainedalmostaswellasKelly.Hecheckedtheirwork,andtheycheckedhis,forcautionandthoroughnesswasthemarkofsuchmen.Theyfinishedthelowerlevelintwentyminutes,andcameupslowlytotheupperrank,justtenfeetbelowthesurface,wheretheprocesswasrepeated,slowlyandcarefully.Whenyoudealtwithexplosives,youdidn‘trushandyoudidn‘ttakechances.
ColonelRobinZachariasconcentratedonthetaskathand.TherewasanSA-2sitejustoverthenextridge.Alreadyithadvolleyedoffthreemissiles,searchingforthefighter-bombershewasheretoprotect.InthebackseatofhisF-105GThunderchiefwasJackTait,his‘bear,‘alieutenantcolonelandanexpertinthefieldofdefense-suppression.Thetwomenhadhelpedinventthedoctrinewhichtheywerenowimplementing.HedrovetheWildWeaselfighter,showinghimself,tryingtodrawashot,thenduckingunderit,closinginontherocketsite.Itwasadeadly,viciousgame,notofhunterandprey,butofhunterandhunter-onesmall,swift,anddelicate,andtheothermassive,fixed,andfortified.Thissitehadgivenfitstothemenofhiswing.Thecommanderwasjusttoogoodwithhisradar,knowingwhentoswitchitonandwhentoswitchitoff.Whoeverthelittlebastardwas,he‘dkilledtwoWeaselsunderRobin‘scommandinthepreviousweek,andsothecolonelhaddrawnthemissionforhimselfassoonasthefragorderhadgoneuptohitthisareaagain.Itwashisspecialty:diagnosing,penetrating,anddestroyingairdefenses-avast,rapid,three-dimensionalgameinwhichtheprizeofwinningwassurvival.
Hewasroaringlow,neverhigherthanfivehundredfeet,hisfingerscontrollingthesticksemiautomaticallywhileZacharias‘seyeswatchedthekarskhilltopsandhisearslistenedtothetalkfromthebackseat.
‘He‘satournine,Robin,‘Jacktoldhim.‘Stillsweeping,buthedoesn‘thaveus.Spiralinginnicely.‘
We‘renotgoingtogivehimaShrike,Zachariasthought.Theytriedthatthelasttimeandhespoofeditsomehow.Thaterrorhadcosthimamajor,acaptain,andanaircraftafellownativeofSaltLakeCity,AlWallacefriendsforyearsdamnit!heshookthethoughtoff,notevenreprovinghimselfforthelower-caseprofanity.
‘Givinghimanothertaste,‘Zachariassaid,pullingbackonthestick.TheThudleapedupwardsintotheradarcoverageofthesite,hoveringthere,waiting.ThissitecommanderwasprobablyRussian-trained.Theyweren‘tsurehowmanyaircraftthemanhadkilled-onlythatithadbeenmorethanenough-buthehadtobeaproudonebecauseofit,andpridewasdeadlyinthisbusiness.
‘Launchtwo,twovalidlaunches,Robin,‘Taitwarnedfromtheback.
‘Onlytwo?‘thepilotasked.
‘Maybehehastopayforthem,‘Taitsuggestedcoolly.‘Ihavethematnine.Timetodosomepilotmagic,Rob.‘
‘Likethis?‘Zachariasrolledlefttokeeptheminview,pullingintothem,andsplit-S-ingbackdown.He‘dplanneditwell,duckingbehindaridge.Hepulledoutatadangerouslowaltitude,buttheSA-2Guidelinemissileswentwildanddumbfourthousandfeetoverhishead.
‘Ithinkit‘stime,‘Taitsaid.
‘Ithinkyou‘reright.‘Zachariasturnedhardleft,arminghisclustermunitions.TheF-105skimmedovertheridge,droppingbackdownagainwhilehiseyescheckedthenextridge,sixmilesandfiftysecondsaway.
‘Hisradarisstillup,‘Taitreported.‘Heknowswe‘recoming.‘
‘Buthe‘sonlygotoneleft.‘Unlesshisreloadcrewsarereallyhottoday.Well,youcan‘tallowforeverything.
‘Somelightflakatteno‘clock.‘Itwastoofartobeamatterofconcern,thoughitdidtellhimwhichwayoutnottotake.‘There‘stheplateau.‘
Maybetheycouldseehim,maybenot.Possiblyhewasjustonemovingblipamidascreenfullofclutterthatsomeradaroperatorwasstrivingtounderstand.TheThudmovedfasteratlowlevelthananythingevermade,andthecamouflagemotifontheuppersurfaceswaseffective.Theywereprobablylookingup.Therewasawallofjammingtherenow,partoftheplanhe‘dlaidoutfortheotherWeaselbird,andnormalAmericantacticswereforamedium-altitudeapproachandsteepdive.Butthey‘ddonethattwiceandfailed,andsoZachariasdecidedtochangethetechnique.Lowlevel,he‘dRockeyetheplace,thentheotherWeaselwouldfinishthingsoff.Hisjobwaskillingthecommandvanandthecommanderwithin.HejinkedtheThudleftandright,upanddown,todenyagoodshootingtracktoanybodyontheground.Youstillhadtoworryaboutguns,too.
‘Gotthestar!‘Robinsaid.TheSA-6manual,writteninRussian,calledforsixlaunchersaroundacentralcontrolpoint.Withalltheconnectivepaths,thetypicalGuidelinesitelookedjustlikeaStarofDavid,whichseemedratherblasphemoustotheColonel,butthethoughtonlyhoveredattheedgeofhismindashecenteredthecommandvanonhisbombsightpipper.
‘SelectingRockeye,‘hesaidaloud,confirmingtheactiontohimself.Forthelasttenseconds,heheldtheaircraftrocksteady.‘Lookinggoodreleasenow!‘
Fourofthedecidedlyun-aerodynamiccanistersfellfreeofthefighter‘sejectorracks,splittingopeninmidair,scatteringthousandsofsubmunitionsoverthearea.Hewaswellbeyondthesitebeforethebombletslanded.Hedidn‘tseepeoplerunningforslittrenches,buthestayedlow,reefingtheThudintoatightleftturn,lookinguptomakesurehe‘dgottentheplaceonceandforall.FromthreemilesouthiseyescaughtanimmensecloudofsmokeinthecenteroftheStar.
That‘sforAl,heallowedhimselftothink.Novictoryroll,justathought,asheleveledoutandpickedalikelyspottoegressthearea.Thestrikeforcecouldcomeinnow,andthatSAMbatterywasoutofbusiness.Okay.Heselectedanotchintheridge,racingforitjustunderMach-1,straightandlevelnowthatthethreatwasbehindhim.HomeforChristmas.
Theredtracersthateruptedfromthesmallpassstartledhim.Thatwasn‘tsupposedtobethere.Nodeflectiononthem,justcomingrightin.Hejinkedup,asthegunnerhadthoughthewould,andthebodyoftheaircraftpassedrightthroughthestreamoffire.Itshookviolentlyandinthepassageofasecondgoodchangedtoevil.
‘Robin!‘avoicegaspedovertheintercom,butthemainnoisewasfromwailingalarms,andZachariasknewinafatalinstantthathisaircraftwasdoomed.Itgotworsealmostbeforehecouldreact.Theenginediedinflames,andthentheThudstartedaroll-yawthattoldhimthecontrolsweregone.Hisreactionwasautomatic,ashoutforejection,butanothergaspfromthebackmadehimturnjustasheyankedthehandleseventhoughheknewthegesturewasuseless.HislastsightofJackTaitwasbloodthathungbelowtheseatlikeavaportrail,butbythenhisownbackwaswrenchedwithmorepainthanhe‘deverknown.
‘Okay,‘Kellysaidandfiredoffaflare.Anotherboatstartedtossingsmallexplosivechargesintothewatertodrivethefishawayfromthearea.Hewatchedandwaitedforfiveminutes,thenlookedatthesafetyman.
‘Area‘sclear.‘
‘Fireinthehole,‘Kellysaid,repeatingthemantrathreetimesmore.Thenhetwistedthehandleonthedetonator.Theresultsweregratifying.Thewateraroundthelegsturnedtofoamastherig‘slegswerechoppedoffbottomandtop.Thefallwassurprisinglyslow.Theentirestructureslidoffinonedirection.Therewasanimmensesplashastheplatformhit,andforoneincongruousmomentitappearedasthoughsteelmightfloat.Butitcouldn‘t.Thesee-throughcollectionoflightI-beamssankbelowsight,torestrightonthebottom,andanotherjobwasdone.‘
Kellydisconnectedthewiresfromthegeneratorandtossedthemovertheside.尒説书网
‘Twoweeksearly.Iguessyoureallywantedthatbonus,‘theexecutivesaid.AformerNavyfighterpilot,headmiredajobwellandquicklydone.Theoilwasn‘tgoinganywhere,afterall.‘Dutchwasrightaboutyou.‘
&"TheAdmiralisagoodguy.He‘sdonealotforTishandme.‘
‘Well,weflewtogetherfortwoyears.Bad-assfighterjock.Goodtoknowthosenicethingshesaidweretrue.‘Theexecutivelikedworkingwithpeoplewho‘dhadexperienceslikehisown.He‘dforgottentheterrorofcombatsomehow.‘What‘swiththat?I‘vebeenmeaningtoask.‘HepointedtothetattooonKelly‘sarm,aredseal,sittinguponhishindflippersandgrinningimpudently.
‘Somethingwealldidinmyunit,‘Kellyexplainedasoffhandedlyashecould.
‘Whatunitwasthat?‘
‘Can‘tsay.‘Kellyaddedagrintomutetherefusal.
‘Ibetit‘ssomethingtodowithhowSonnygotout-butokay.‘Aformernavalofficerhadtorespecttherules.‘Well,thecheck‘llbeinyouraccountbytheendofthebusinessday,MrKelly.I‘llradioinsoyourwifecanpickyouup.‘
TishKellywasglowingherme-toolookatthewomeninTheStorkShop.Noteventhreemonthsyet,shecouldwearanythingshewanted-well,almost.Toosoontoshopforanythingspecial,butshehadthefreetimeandwantedtoseewhattheoptionswere.Shethankedtheclerk,decidingthatshe‘dbringJohnhereintheeveningandhelphimpicksomethingoutforherbecausehelikeddoingthat.Nowitwastimetopickhimup.ThePlymouthwagonthey‘ddrivendownfromMarylandwasparkedrightoutside,andshe‘dlearnedtonavigatethestreetsofthecoastaltown.Itwasanicebreakfromthecoldautumnrainoftheirhome,tobehereontheGulfCoastwherethesummerwasneverreallygoneformorethanafewdays.Shebroughtthewagonontothestreet,headingsouthfortheoilcompany‘shugesupportyard.Eventhetrafficlightswereinherfavor.Onechangedtogreeninsuchatimelyfashionthatherfootdidn‘tevenhavetotouchthebrakes.
Thetruckdriverfrownedasthelightchangedtoamber.Hewaslate,andrunningalittletoofast,buttheendofhissix-hundred-milerunfromOklahomawasinsight.Hesteppedontheclutchandbrakepedalswithasighthatabruptlychangedtoagaspofsurpriseasbothpedalswentallthewaytotheflooratthesamespeed.Theroadaheadwasclear,andhekeptgoingstraight,downshiftingtocutspeed,andfranticallyblowinghisdieselhom.OhGod,ohGod,pleasedon‘t-
Sheneversawitcoming.Herheadneverturned.Thestationwagonjustjumpedlightthroughtheintersection,andthedriver‘slingeringmemorywouldbeoftheyoungwoman‘sprofiledisappearingunderthehoodofhisdieseltractor,andthentheawfullurchandshudderingsurgeupwardsasthetruckcrushedthewagonunderhisfrontwheels.
Theworstpartofallwasnotfeeling.Helenwasherfriend.Helenwasdying,andPamknewsheshouldfeelsomething,butshecouldn‘t.Thebodywasgagged,butthatdidn‘tstopallthesoundsasBillyandRickdidwhattheyweredoing.Breathfounditswayout,andthoughhermouthcouldn‘tmove,thesoundswerethoseofawomansoontoleaveherlifebehind,butthetriphadapricewhichhadtobepaidfirst,andRickandBillyandBurtandHenryweredoingthecollecting.Shetriedtotellherselfthatshewasreallyinanotherplace,buttheawfulchokingsoundskeptbringinghereyesandherconsciousnessbacktowhatrealityhadbecome.Helenwasbad.Helenhadtriedtorunaway,andtheycouldn‘thavethat.Ithadbeenexplainedtothemallmorethanonce,andwasnowbeingexplainedagaininaway,Henrysaid,thattheywouldbesuretoremember.Pamfeltwhereherribshadoncebeenbroken,rememberingherlesson.SheknewtherewasnothingshecoulddoasHelen‘seyesfixedonherface.Shetriedtoconveysympathywithhereyes.Shedidn‘tdaredomorethanthat,andpresentlyHelenstoppedmakingnoise,anditwasover,fornow.Nowshecouldclosehereyesandwonderwhenitwouldbeherturn.
Thecrewthoughtitwasprettyfunny.TheyhadtheAmericanpilottieduprightoutsidetheirsandbaggedemplacementsohecouldseethegunsthathadshothimdown.Lessfunnywaswhattheirprisonerhaddone,andthey‘dexpressedtheirdispleasureforitwithfistsandboots.Theyhadtheotherbody,too,andtheysetitrightnexttohim,enjoyingthelookofsorrowanddespaironhisfaceashelookedathisfellowbandit.TheintelligenceofficerfromHanoiwasherenow,checkingtheman‘snameagainstalisthe‘dbroughtalong,bendingdownagaintoreadoffthename.Itmusthavebeensomethingspecial,thegunnersallthought,fromthewayhereactedtoit,antheurgentphonecallhe‘dmade.Aftertheprisonerpassedoutfromhispain,theintelligenceofficerhadswabbedsomebloodfromthedeadbodyandcoveredtheliveone‘sfacewithit.Thenhe‘dsnappedafewphotos.Thatpuzzledtheguncrew.Itwasalmostasthoughhewantedtheliveonetolookasdeadasthebodynexttohim.Howveryodd.
Itwasn‘tthefirstbodyhe‘dhadtoidentify,butKellyhadthoughtthataspectofhislifewasathingleftfarbehind.Otherpeopleweretheretosupporthim,butnotfallingdownwasn‘tthesamethingassurviving,andtherewasnoconsolationatamomentsuchasthis.Hewalkedoutoftheemergencyroom,people‘seyesonhim,doctorsandnurses.Apriesthadbeencalledtoperformhislastduty,andhadsaidafewthingsthatheknewwereunheard.Apoliceofficerexplainedthatithadn‘tbeenthedriver‘sfault.Thebrakeshadfailed.Mechanicaldefect.Nobody‘sfault,really.Justoneofthosethings.Allthethingshe‘dsaidbefore,onothersuchoccasions,tryingtoexplaintosomeinnocentpersonwhythemainpartofhisworldhadjustended,asthoughitmattered.ThisMrKellywasatoughone,theofficersaw,andallthemorevulnerablebecauseofit.Hiswifeandunbornchild,whomhemighthaveprotectedagainstanyhazard,weredeadbyanaccident.Nobodytoblame.Thetrucker,afamilymanhimself,wasinthehospital,undersedationafterhavinggoneunderhisriginthehopeoffindingheralive.PeopleKellyhadbeenworkingwithsatwithhim,andwouldhelphimmakearrangements.Therewasnothingelsetobedoneforamanwhowouldhaveacceptedhellratherthanthis;becausehe‘dseenhell.Buttherewasmorethanonehell,andhehadn‘tseenthemallquiteyet.</div> 有的人死了，但没有完全死……
无尽的昏迷过后，时宇猛地从床上起身。想要看最新章节内容，请下载爱阅小说app，无广告免费阅读最新章节内容。网站已经不更新最新章节内容，已经爱阅小说APP更新最新章节内容。
他大口的呼吸起新鲜的空气，胸口一颤一颤。
迷茫、不解，各种情绪涌上心头。
这是哪？
随后，时宇下意识观察四周，然后更茫然了。
一个单人宿舍？
就算他成功得到救援，现在也应该在病房才对。
还有自己的身体……怎么会一点伤也没有。
带着疑惑，时宇的视线快速从房间扫过，最终目光停留在了床头的一面镜子上。
镜子照出他现在的模样，大约十七八岁的年龄，外貌很帅。
可问题是，这不是他！下载爱阅小说app，阅读最新章节内容无广告免费
之前的自己，是一位二十多岁气宇不凡的帅气青年，工作有段时间了。
而现在，这相貌怎么看都只是高中生的年纪……
这个变化，让时宇发愣很久。
千万别告诉他，手术很成功……
身体、面貌都变了，这根本不是手术不手术的问题了，而是仙术。
他竟完全变成了另外一个人！
难道……是自己穿越了？
除了床头那摆放位置明显风水不好的镜子，时宇还在旁边发现了三本书。
时宇拿起一看，书名瞬间让他沉默。
《新手饲养员必备育兽手册》
《宠兽产后的护理》
《异种族兽耳娘评鉴指南》
时宇：？？？
前两本书的名字还算正常，最后一本你是怎么回事？
“咳。”
时宇目光一肃，伸出手来，不过很快手臂一僵。
就在他想翻开第三本书，看看这究竟是个什么东西时，他的大脑猛地一阵刺痛，大量的记忆如潮水般涌现。
冰原市。
宠兽饲养基地。
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