（外文电子版资料）Charles Stross - Warcrime.pdf

3: War Crimes 3: War Crimes [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] Im going downside on Miramor Dubrovnic. Its my first field mission, and Im tense as a wire. This is no great treat. They weave me into a dropcap with a quick briefing on local mores and taboos and a GP knife for emergencies and the right costume so Ill blend in, only if you think its a costume theyll click on youre a hostile and burn you before you can say flatline. Repeat, this is normal , this is what you go to work wearing, this is the way you live, this is who you are -- for a while. Theyre going to drop me right on the outskirts of a town, which would be big trouble except that the army has cordoned off the countryside around it, which is worse. If we do an external insertion I am going to be very dead by the time they get through raping and burning anything that comes their way. So ... The dropcap is not a nice experience. It bounces about like a dying man on the end of a rope as I drop through the stratopause, shedding bits of molten heatshield and jinking about to break radar lock. Ive only ever ridden these in sim before and Im so shit-scared its a good thing Ive had no food for a day. I lie flat on my back and stare at the colours on the inside of my eyes as the giant fist of deceleration settles down across my body and then theres a THUMP from outside the cap that rattles my teeth in my jaws. Shit if thats a proxfuse theyve locked on got range Im dead -- but no. The status log in my left eye is coiling green, no angry red flare of hostile sensors bouncing off my skin. Well, they said the ratfuckers were primitive -- Theres another Thump, and this time I recognise the sound of my aerobrake cutting loose and beginning to burn. That means were nearly down so I check my display and see the last ki