Kubinator: переводы

→But Tess seemed lost in her own despair. Tears flooded her cheeks. Her gaze was locked on the thawing remains of Astrid Bonner. "I don't want to do this anymore. I'm done..."

→"I know," Meghan said. She feared for the girl's hard-won sanity. "Tess, we have to get going. It's not safe here."

→Unfortunately, Tess was still in meltdown mode. Stricken with guilt, she rocked back and forth upon her knees. A bloody puddle, which smelled like a defrosting meat locker, oozed toward her. "I didn't mean to," she keened over and over. "I just said 'freeze' to stop her, like on TV, you know? It's not my fault..."

→"Freeze!" she commanded.

→Throwing her arm beneath his shoulder, she helped support his weight, while simultaneously wishing that he had been a somewhat smaller man. "All right, everybody, we're moving out."

→"I'm not sure," he confessed. "Maybe."

→She slipped her gloves back on and helped the prisoner to his feet. His orange prison jumpsuit was damp and clammy. He seemed weak and exhausted from his frigid ordeal. "Can you walk?"

→Closing her eyes, she visualized slender green vines growing in the sun. The cold steel handcuffs softened beneath her touch, growing warm and vibrant. When she 1( opened her eyes again, the metal bonds had been replaced by leafy green tendrils, which she easily tore apart with her bare hands. "It's okay now," she told Tyler. "You're free."

→The silence that followed made Meghan briefly wonder if Tess's notorious ability had been overhyped somewhat. Then the ponderous steel door creaked open. No dreadful grating sounds pierced Meghan's soul; apparently Haspelcorp kept the hinges oiled. Peering across the street, she caught a glimpse of a uniformed guard standing beyond the doorway. He stepped out of Tess's way.

→"I hope not."

→Meghan sympathized. Even though Tess's ability still wigged her out, she was relieved to discover that the former mental patient's motivations were understandable enough. Not to mention sane. "We're not going to let that happen."

→"Oh my God!" Diana exclaimed. She placed her hand over her mouth in horror. "What kind of fanaticism inspires a sacrifice like that?"

→"I—I think so." His battered brain, which had been coming to terms with death only moments ago, struggled to catch up with events. "Who are you people?"

→Meanwhile, the woman scooted into Richard's cell. Stepping over Grogan's sprawling form, she helped Richard to his feet. "You okay, Mr. Tyler?"

→She obliged by cracking her neck loudly. At first Richard thought she was still stretching, but then the guards clutched their own necks in response. Their faces contorted in shock. They dropped limply to the floor. Grogan landed only inches away from Richard. Only his ragged breathing assured Richard that the unconscious guard was still alive.

→The black guy turned to the woman. "Your turn."

→"Don't push our luck." Keech looked around furtively. He wiped a sweaty palm on his trousers. "Just waste him, all right?"

→Unless she asks for it, Diana thought. The mind-controlling waif hovered nearby as Burkhoff opened the door. A gust of chilled air whooshed from the refrigerated chamber beyond as the airtight seal was broken. Peering past the threshold, Diana spotted a Class Three biological safety cabinet lodged against the far end of the cramped containment closet. A fan hummed atop the stainless-steel silver cabinet. HEP A filters trapped any harmful bacteria or viruses inside. Rubber gloves attached to ports in the cabinet allowed for manipulation of the enclosed materials. A thin layer of frost covered the transparent view window.

→Tess tagged along as he led Diana toward a sealed metal door that resembled an airlock. A biohazard decal was prominently affixed to the door. A digital keypad was mounted above the door handle. Burkhoff shielded the keypad with his body as he keyed in a fifteen-digit sequence. "I'm the only person who knows this combination," he insisted, "or could probably remember it. Not even Tess knows the sequence."

→A smirk greeted Tom's hostile tone. "Sorry to drag you all the way out here today," Ryland said, "but, as you know, I'm not exactly welcome in Seattle anymore."