Three Men Named Con Murphy

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Conrad Murphy approached the entrance of Humanoid Containment Site-29-2, covered by the dark, moonless night. He pulled the elastic from the back of his blank white mask, letting it snap across the back of his head. He yanked free a flash grenade from his black flak jacket. He continued walking deliberately towards the front gate, ignoring the facade of being a decrepit and perpetually condemned building. Conrad held the flashbang behind his back, faintly grinning behind the mask as his approach caught the attention of the night crew.
콘래드 머피Conrad Murphy는 달도 없이, 칠흑같은 어둠 속에서 제29-2인간형격리기지의 정문으로 다가갔다. 그는 무늬 없는 흰색 마스크 뒤에 달린 고무줄을 잡아당겼고, 고무줄을 찰싹하는 소리를 내며 귀에 걸렸다. 콘래드는 검은 방탄조끼에서 섬광탄 하나를 뽑아들었다. 그는 건물이 노후하고 매번 안전 부적격 판정을 받는 것처럼 보이는 것에 전혀 신경쓰지 않으며 정문을 향해 찬찬히 걸어나갔다. 콘래드는 야간 경비원이 자신이 다가오는 것을 보자, 섬광탄을 등 뒤로 든 채 마스크 뒤에서 옅게 미소지었다.

"Sir, this is a restricted area."
"선생님, 이곳은 제한 구역입니다."

Two plainclothes guards moved to intercept Conrad, flicking open their collapsible batons. Conrad deftly tumbled the flashbang between his legs. The two guards turned their attention to the rattling as it clinked towards them.
두 사복 경비원이 삼단봉을 펼치며 콘래드를 가로막기 위해 다가왔다. 콘래드는 교묘히 제 다리 사이로 섬광탄을 떨궜다. 섬광탄이 땡그랑 거리며 굴러가는 소리에 두 경비원의 시선은 그쪽으로 쏠렸다.

"Oh shi-"
"이런 쌰-"

BANG

The shorter of the two guards fell backwards, blinded by the blast, the other had been fast enough to look away. Conrad rushed in, taking advantage of the brief distraction to yank the baton from the standing guard's hand. Conrad spun and ducked, cracking the steel bar against the guard's kneecaps, sending him screaming to the ground. Conrad kicked the downed guard in the chest, then brought down the nightstick against his head with a sickening crunch of broken skull.
두 경비원 중 키 작은 쪽이 섬광탄에 눈이 먼 채 뒤로 넘어졌으나, 다른 쪽은 잽싸게 눈을 가린 상태였다. 콘래드는 경비원에게로 뛰어들어, 잠시 정신이 산만해진 상태라는 이점을 이용해 아직 서있는 경비원의 손에서 삼단봉을 낚아챘다. 콘래드는 몸을 돌리면서 숙였고, 강철 봉이 경비원의 슬개골을 때리자 경비원은 비명을 지르며 바닥에 뻗어버렸다. 콘래드는 쓰러진 경비원의 가슴팍을 걷어찬 뒤, 머리에다 봉을 꽂아넣자 두개골이 부서지는 소름끼치는 소리가 났다.

The guard stopped moving.
경비원은 움직임을 멈추었다.

He turned to the other guard, who was slowly trying to regain his senses, and stomped on the man's unprotected fingers. The guard let out a yell of pain, dropping his own baton to nurse his injured joints. Conrad knelt on the man's chest, then pulled a knife from his vest and pushed it against the guard's throat. The man stopped struggling, looking up at Conrad's flat, white mask with sheer, unfiltered spite.
콘래드는 천천히 감각이 돌아오기 시작하는 다른 경비원에게로 돌아서서, 그의 맨손가락을 짓밟았다. 경비원은 고통에 찬 비명을 질렀고, 박살난 관절을 움켜쥐려 삼단봉을 떨궜다. 콘래드는 경비원의 가슴팍 위에 무릎을 꿇고는, 상의에서 칼 한 자루를 꺼내들어 경비원의 목에 가져다 대었다. 경비원은 반항을 그만두고는 콘래드의 납작한 흰색 마스크를 순수하면서도 여과없는 악의를 담아 노려보았다.

"What the fuck do you want?"
"씨발 원하는 게 뭐야?"

Conrad grinned behind the blank white mask, slicing open the man's carotid and jugular.
콘래드는 무늬 없는 흰색 마스크 뒤에서 미소지으면서, 경비원의 경동맥과 경정맥을 그었다.

"Chaos."
"혼돈."

Conrad continued to kneel on the gurgling guard's chest, watching him slowly drown in his own blood.
콘래드는 경비원이 서서히 제 피에 잠기는 모습을 바라보며, 꿀렁거리는 가슴팍 위에 계속해서 무릎 꿇고 있었다.


Conan Murphy watched from a distance as his brother made light work of the guards. Conan joined Conrad in front of the abandoned building, then detached an ID card from the taller guard's jacket. Conrad pulled off his white mask, then pushed it against the face of the man he had just killed. The thin plastic wormed its way into the dead guard's pores, intricately knitting itself into the flesh. Conan pulled the mask from his own face, beginning the same process.
코난 머피Conan Murphy는 멀리서 제 형제가 경비원들을 상대로 수월하게 작업하는 모습을 지켜보았다. 코난은 버려진 건물 앞에서 콘래드와 합류하고, 키 큰 경비원의 자켓에서 신분증을 떼어냈다. 콘래드는 쓰고 있던 흰색 마스크를 벗은 뒤, 방금 죽인 남자의 얼굴에다가 씌웠다. 얇은 플라스틱이 죽은 경비원의 얼굴에 난 구멍들로 꿈틀거리며 들어가더니, 스스로 살갗에 얽히며 결합되었다. 코난도 마스크를 벗더니, 같은 과정을 시작하였다.

"Nicely done with these two."
"이 둘 상대로 잘 하던데."

"Eh, Lichtenfield's been giving me pointers."
"에, 리히텐펠트Lichtenfield가 조언을 주고 있었거든."

The masks glowed slightly, then made a soft pop as the guards' faces slid from their skulls. The brothers donned the masks, not caring enough to exchange clothes to complete their disguises. The masks sucked against the brothers' own faces, making a flawless seal between their own flesh and that of the deceased guards. Conan moved in towards the hidden entry to Humanoid Containment Site-29-2, sliding his ID into a small card slot. He moved his new face into the flashing retinal scanner, presenting the illusory projection of the dead man's eyeball. An electronic tone beeped confirmation, sliding open a brick façade to reveal a steel entryway.
마스크가 살짝 빗나더니, 경비원들의 얼굴이 두개골에서 벗겨지면서 부드러운 뽁 소리가 났다. 형제는 마스크를 다시 썼으나, 변장을 완벽하게 하기 위해 옷을 갈아입는 일은 깜빡 잊어버렸다. 마스크는 형제의 얼굴에 철썩 달라붙더니, 형제의 피부와 죽은 경비원들의 피부를 완벽하게 붙였다. 코난은 제29-2인간형격리기지의 비밀 통로로 가서는, 제 신분증을 작은 카드 슬롯에 집어넣었다. 그러고는 새로운 얼굴을 빛이 번쩍이는 홍채 스캐너에 들이밀어, 죽은 남자의 눈알을 환상으로 투영한 것을 읽혔다. 전자음이 삑 울리며 확인되었다는 것을 알렸고, 벽돌들이 옆으로 열리면서 철로 된 입구가 드러났다.

"And now we're in. Simple."
"이제 들어가면 돼. 간단하지."

Conan pushed his hands into his pockets, tightening his grips on a pair of anomalously silenced pistols. The brothers walked through the door, slowly descending into the metaphorical belly of the metaphorical whale. A long passage continued inwards, steel surrounding them from every side. The pair pushed open a glass door at the end of the corridor, squeaking their shoes on spotless linoleum into the well-illuminated lobby. A disinterested receptionist appraised them with a cursory glance, waved greetings at their fleshy masks apathetically, then returned to watching funny cat videos on her iPhone.
코난은 양손을 주머니에 찔러넣고는 변칙적으로 소음을 줄인 권총 한 쌍을 꽉 쥐었다. 형제는 문을 통과해, 은유적 고래의 은유적 뱃속을 천천히 내려갔다. 안쪽으로는 긴 통로가 계속되었고, 사방이 강철로 둘러싸여있었다. 둘은 복도 끝부분의 유리 문을 밀어 열었고, 끼익거리는 소리를 내며 불빛이 환한 로비의 깨끗한 리놀륨 바닥 위를 걸어갔다. 접수 담당자가 둘을 대충 흘끗 훑어보더니, 무관심하게 둘의 피부 마스크에다가 인사를 하고는 아이폰으로 웃긴 고양이 동영상이나 계속해서 보았다.

Conrad shrugged at his brother.
콘래드는 제 형제에게 어깨를 으쓱여보였다.

Conan shot the receptionist in the head.
코난은 접수 담당자의 머리를 쏘았다.


Constantine Murphy sat tapping at a computer keyboard in the back of an unmarked van. His brothers, lovely little psychopaths that they were, had never been ones for subtlety. Constantine had figured out the shift schedule for the guards at Site 29-2, carefully run ultrasound scans mapping the inner facility, and drilled holes into the ground to intercept every line of communication into or out of the place. He had double and triple checked the plan, intending to keep the assault as brief as possible. There was only a small window of time during which they could strike. In and out. Orchestrating this task would have taken most people weeks; Constantine had accomplished it in three days.
콘스탄틴 머피Constantine Murphy는 아무 표시가 없는 밴 뒤편에 앉아 컴퓨터 키보드를 두들기고 있었다. 작고 사랑스러운 사이코패스인 제 형제들은 뭐든지 조용히 하는 법이 없었다. 콘스탄틴은 제29-2기지의 경비원 교대 일정을 알아내고, 조심스레 초음파 스캔으로 내부 시설의 지도를 그린 뒤, 시설 내외로 통하는 통신을 가로채기 위해 땅바닥에 구멍을 뚫었다. 그는 계획을 이중 삼중으로 검토하며, 공격을 최대한 빠르게 하고자 했다. 한 방 먹여줄 수 있는 시간은 많지 않았다. 치고 빠져야 했다. 보통 사람들이 이런 임무를 계획하는 데에는 몇 주가 걸리겠지만, 콘스탄틴은 단 사흘 만에 끝마쳤다.

He watched the feeds coming from his brothers' masks on a pair of LCD monitors. One of the two pulled a gun from his pocket, killing the receptionist. Constantine watched the other brother drop a small earthworm onto the receptionist's keyboard. It wiggled in between the mechanical keys, then disappeared into the cracks, and moments later Constantine's third screen lit up.
콘스탄틴은 한 쌍의 LCD 모니터로 형제들의 마스크에서 송출되는 영상을 보고 있었다. 둘 중 하나가 주머니에서 총을 꺼내들어, 접수 담당자를 쏴죽였다. 콘스탄틴은 다른 한 명이 접수 담당자의 키보드 위에 작은 지렁이를 떨구는 걸 보았다. 지렁이가 기계식 키 사이에서 꿈틀거리더니, 틈 사이로 사라졌다. 잠시 후 콘스탄틴에 세 번째 모니터가 켜졌다.

Constantine grinned, cracked his fingers, and started to run scans on his new access channel.
콘스탄틴은 크게 미소 짓고, 손가락 마디를 꺾은 뒤, 새로운 접속 채널로 스캔을 돌리기 시작했다.

The receptionist didn't have particularly high clearance on the network, of course, but she had a direct connection to the site's database. Constantine hammered at keys, throwing information into every port and waiting for responses. A small prompt appeared, notifying him of the successful pings. He pushed attack procedures into the suitable nodes, and after a short delay, he had full administrative rights. He started downloading all local data files, until finally finding the person he was looking for.
당연하게도 접수 담당자가 딱히 높은 인가를 갖고 있던 건 아니지만, 기지 데이터베이스에 직접 접속할 수는 있었다. 콘스탄틴은 키보드를 두들기며, 모든 포트에 정보를 던져넣고는 반응을 기다렸다. 작은 프롬프트 창이 나타나 그에게 성공한 핑을 보여주었다. 콘스탄틴은 공격 절차를 적절한 노드에 밀어넣었고, 짧은 딜레이가 있은 뒤에 완전한 관리자 권한을 얻었다. 그는 모든 로컬 데이터 파일을 다운로드 하기 시작했고, 곧 찾고 있던 사람에 대한 것을 발견했다.


Designation: A-24867
명칭: A-24867
Subject Identifier: Robin Puck
대상 식별자: 로빈 퍽Robin Puck
Description: Black hair, Brown eyes, Estimated ~45 years of age
설명: 검은 머리, 갈색 눈, ~45세로 추정
Information: Detained while escaping from Foundation personnel after a raid on a Chaos Insurgency base in Birmingham, England. Resisted detainment by disorienting personnel with a cognitohazardous hand gesture. Subject was sedated and, after testing discovered additional anomalous physiology, designated as A-24867. Currently stored at Humanoid Containment Site 29-2, Wing B, Room 45.
정보: 영국 버밍엄의 혼돈의 반란 지부 습격 후 재단 인원으로부터 도주하다 구금됨. 인식재해적 손짓으로 인원의 방향 감각을 혼란시키는 것으로 구금을 피하려고 함. 대상에게 진정제를 주사하였고, 실험 결과 추가적인 변칙 생리가 발견된 뒤 A-24867로 지정됨. 현제 제29-2인간형격리기지의 B동 45호에 구금중.
Containment: To be fed three meals a day. Hands to be restrained at all times. No requests to be acknowledged. Available for testing on request.
격리: 하루 세 끼를 지급. 손은 항상 구속되어 있어야 함. 요청은 기각. 요청 시 실험 가능.


"Conan, Conrad. Wing B, Room 45. Video footage shows that the corridors are reasonably clear. Local video feeds have been replaced with memetic kill agents. You'll have about ten minutes until someone realises something's amiss. Get to it."
"코난, 콘래드. B동 45호. 감시 영상 보니 복도에 사람은 없는 것 같아. 인근 영상은 밈적 살해인자로 대체해놨어. 누가 무언가 잘못되었다는 걸 알아채기 전까지 10분 정도 남았어. 빨리 해."

Conan and Conrad adjusted their earpieces, walking side by side down the corridor. Humanoid Containment Site 29-2 was a minimum security facility; at night, they were reduced to a skeleton crew. The pair heard their paces echo, pointing their pistols precautionarily down every passage they passed. Conan scratched the edge of his flesh mask.
코난과 콘래드는 이어폰을 매만지고는 나란히 복도를 걸어내려갔다. 제29-2인간형격리기지는 보안이 최소화된 시설이었다. 밤에는 최소 한도의 직원만이 남아있었다. 둘은 제 발소리가 울려퍼지는 걸 들으며, 지나치는 모든 복도마다 혹시 모를 일에 대비해 총구를 겨눴다. 코난은 얼굴 가면 가장자리를 긁었다.

"Damn, these things get itchy."
"젠장, 이거 엄청 가렵네."

"Get over it."
"좀 참아."

"Hey, I'm just sayi-"
"아니, 뭔 말도 못-"

Conrad turned the corner, shooting a pair of night guards in the chest, then head, knocking them to the ground like sacks of bricks. He turned to his brother, frowning at him through his stolen face.
콘라드는 모퉁이를 돌아서는, 한 쌍의 야간경비병들의 가슴팍과 머리에 총알을 박아넣었다. 경비병들은 마치 벽돌 자루가 그러하듯 바닥에 쓰러진다.

"Get over it. We're here. Work on the lock, I've got you covered."

Conrad moved to the wall opposite the door, pointing his pistols in opposite directions to cover the whole corridor. Conan pulled a lock gun from his vest, jamming it into the door and clicking it repeatedly while twisting. The seventh tumble aligned the pins, letting him pull open the door. Conan looked inside, spotting the dishevelled man slumped against the corner of the room. The subject was wearing a bright green jumpsuit, clearly differentiating him from the expendable personnel in yellow. His hands were covered by a set of unusual steel handcuffs, chains connecting him to the wall of his cell. Conan entered, tapping the man on the shoulder gently.

"Robin Puck?"

Robin Puck opened his eyes suddenly, alert and aware. He sneered at Conan from his corner.

"What do you want this time, you-"

"Password. Eight five seven three."

Robin Puck's expression changed immediately, grinning at his rescuers.

"The cracked jetstream fills the evening."

Conan forced his pick gun into the handcuffs, pulling the trigger repeatedly. After nineteen clicks, the lock remained unopened.

"Lock won't open, I'm breaking the chain. Don't move, this stuff stings like hell."

Conan pulled a small phial of red liquid from his vest, removing the rubber stopper and dropping a small splash where the chain was attached to the wall. The metal fizzed for a few seconds, then fell apart, completely corroded by the mixture. Robin Puck wiggled his arms within his restraints.

"What about my hands?"

"Worry about that when we're out of here. Let's go."

Conan returned to the corridor, Robin Puck following close behind. Conrad glanced at the pair of them, then moved to cover their evacuation.


Constantine noticed the first alarm going off, then intercepted and blocked it. The alarm triggered again, and again, he severed the connection. He switched his view to a video feed of the source; a guard was repeatedly pulling the trigger, confused and scared at the lack of response. The guard switched to his radio and started speaking to it in hushed tones; set to a frequency, of course, which was being jammed. Constantine rewound the tapes, watching the man discovering the bodies of two of his co-workers in the corridor. He then fast-forwarded to the present, just in time to see the man nervously unholster his pistol, then start to walk in the opposite direction of Conan, Conrad and Robin Puck. Constantine couldn't help releasing a short chuckle.


Conan and Conrad heard a message in their earpieces from their brother.

"A guard's noticed the bodies, but he's gone wandering in the wrong direction. You should be clear all the way out."

Conrad sprinted to every corner they passed, aimed his guns down either direction of the crossroads, then jumped across to the other side, covering Conan and Robin Puck as they passed. The three of them continued like this, stopping to check each corridor they passed, until finally getting to the lobby. They sprinted down the steel entryway as fast as possible, exiting the still-open door they had entered through. Conrad and Conan moved on either side of Robin Puck, matching his pace perfectly. Robin Puck walked to the sidewalk near the deceptively decrepit building, panting softly. Conan turned to their rescuee, reassuring him.

"Don't worry, Mister Puck. Our escape vehicle should be here any second."

As soon as the words left Conan's mouth, an unmarked van pulled up in front of them, Constantine Murphy grinning out at them from the driver's side window.

"Your chariot awaits!"

Conan, Conrad and Robin Puck eagerly climbed through the door, slamming it shut as they drove away.

Ten minutes later, Constantine turned off all jammers and interceptors centred around Humanoid Containment Site-29-2. Requests for strike teams and support were sent to every nearby facility, sirens screamed throughout the site, and researchers hid under their desks in panic. Some people tried to evacuate the facility, while others tried to lock the place down. Even with the return of communication, there was still no comprehension, no cohesion, and no coherence.

In short, chaos ensued.

Incident Report: CHAOIN-582057
Location: Humanoid Containment Site-29-2
Casualties: Seven Guards, One Receptionist, Two Strike Team Personnel, Three Scientists, Twelve Anomalous Persons
Description: [DATA EXPUNGED]


The van slowed to a halt in a mostly empty carpark.

"Out you get, Mister Puck. Yours is the red one over there. Keys are in your pocket."

"Thanks for the break, boys. See you around."

The three men named Con Murphy sat in the car, watching Robin Puck walk across the carpark. Robin Puck waved his hands in the air, embracing his freedom from the restrictive cuffs, then pulled the car keys from his pocket. The three Cons watched him enter the vehicle, reverse out of his park, and drive down the street into the distance. Constantine turned around from the driver's seat, smiling at his brothers.

"Nicely done."

Four minutes later, Robin Puck's car exploded into flames.

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