"THE SNIPER is a track in the BIOHAZARD Operation Raccoon City ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK album."@en . . . . "The Sniper"@es . . . . . . "THE SNIPER"@en . . . "The Sniper"@en . "From The New Leader, 1923 The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine-guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war. On a roof-top near O'Connell Bridge, a Republican sniper lay watching. Beside him lay his rifle and over his shoulders were slung a pair of field glasses. His face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but his eyes had the cold gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who is used to look at death. He was eating a sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning. He had been too excited to eat. He finished the sandwich, and, taking a flask of whiskey from his pocket, he took a short draught. Then he returned the flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk. Placing a cigarette between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke hurriedly and put out the light. Almost immediately, a bullet flattened itself against the parapet of the roof. The sniper took another whiff and put out the cigarette. Then he swore softly and crawled away to the left. Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately. He had seen the flash. It came from the opposite side of the street. He rolled over the roof to a chimney stack in the rear, and slowly drew himself up behind it, until his eyes were level with the top of the parapet. There was nothing to be seen just the dim outline of the opposite housetop against the blue sky. His enemy was under cover. Just then an armoured car came across the bridge and advanced slowly up the street. It stopped on the opposite side of the street, fifty yards ahead. The sniper could hear the dull panting of the motor. His heart beat faster. It was an enemy car. He wanted to fire, but he knew it was useless. His bullets would never pierce the steel that covered the grey monster. Then round the corner of a side street came an old woman, her head covered by a tattered shawl. She began to talk to the man in the turret of the car. She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer. The turret opened. A man's head and shoulders appeared, looking towards the sniper. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall. The woman darted towards the side street. The sniper fired again. The woman whirled round and fell with a shriek into the gutter. Suddenly from the opposite roof a shot rang out and the sniper dropped his rifle with a curse. The rifle clattered to the roof. The sniper thought the noise would wake the dead. He stopped to pick the rifle up. He couldn't lift it. His forearm was dead. \"Christ,\" he muttered, \"I'm hit.\" Dropping flat on to the roof, he crawled back to the parapet. With his left hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the sleeve of his coat. There was no pain just a deadened sensation, as if the arm had been cut off. Quickly he drew his knife from his pocket, opened it on the breastwork of the parapet, and ripped open the sleeve. There was a small hole where the bullet had entered. On the other side there was no hole. The bullet had lodged in the bone. It must have fractured it. He bent the arm below the wound. The arm bent back easily. He ground his teeth to overcome the pain. Then taking out his field dressing, he ripped open the packet with his knife. He broke the neck of the iodine bottle and let the bitter fluid drip into the wound. A paroxysm of pain swept through him. He placed the cotton wadding over the wound and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the ends with his teeth. Then he lay still against the parapet, and, closing his eyes, he made an effort of will to overcome the pain. In the street beneath all was still. The armoured car had retired speedily over the bridge, with the machine gunner's head hanging lifeless over the turret. The woman's corpse lay still in the gutter. The sniper lay still for a long time nursing his wounded arm and planning escape. Morning must not find him wounded on the roof. The enemy on the opposite roof covered his escape. He must kill that enemy and he could not use his rifle. He had only a revolver to do it. Then he thought of a plan. Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upwards over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a bullet pierced the centre of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The cap slipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof, dragging his hand with him. Crawling quickly to the left, he peered up at the corner of the roof. His ruse had succeeded. The other sniper, seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that he had killed his man. He was now standing before a row of chimney pots, looking across, with his head clearly silhouetted against the western sky. The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the parapet. The distance was about fifty yards a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil. Then when the smoke cleared he peered across and uttered a cry of joy. His enemy had been hit. He was reeling over the parapet in his death agony. He struggled to keep his feet, but he was slowly falling forward, as if in a dream. The rifle fell from his grasp, hit the parapet, fell over, bounded off the pole of a barber's shop beneath and then clattered on to the pavement. Then the dying man on the roof crumpled up and fell forward. The body turned over and over in space and hit the ground with a dull thud. Then it lay still. The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered. The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse. The sweat stood out in beads on his fore head. Weakened by his wound and the long summer day of fasting and watching on the roof, he revolted from the sight of the shattered mass of his dead enemy. His teeth chattered, he began to gibber to himself, cursing the war, cursing himself, cursing everybody. He looked at the smoking revolver in his hand, and with an oath he hurled it to the roof at his feet. The revolver went off with the concussion and the bullet whizzed past the sniper's head. He was frightened Lack to his senses by the shock. His nerves steadied. The cloud of fear scattered from his mind and he laughed. Taking the whiskey flask from his pocket, he emptied it at a draught. He felt reckless under the influence of the spirit. He decided to leave the roof now and look for his company commander, to report. Everywhere around was quiet. There was not much danger in going through the streets. He picked up his revolver and put it in his pocket. Then he crawled down through the sky-light to the house underneath. When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He decided that he was a good shot, whoever he was. He wondered did he know him. Perhaps he had been in his own company before the split in the army. He decided to risk going over to have a look at him. He peered around the corner into O'Connell Street. In the upper part of the street there was heavy firing, but around here all was quiet. The sniper darted across the street. A machine-gun tore up the ground around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped. He threw himself face downwards beside the corpse. The machine-gun stopped. Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother's face."@en . "right Los Estados Unidos y la Uni\u00F3n Sovi\u00E9tica se volvieron superpotencias despues de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, pero las tensiones que crecieron entre ellas finalmente las llev\u00F3 a la Guerra Fr\u00EDa, algo que todo el mundo conoce. Sin embargo, hubo muchas cosas desconocidas durante esa etapa: conspiraciones, intrigas, espias... Y entre ellas, una criatura clasificada que se utiliz\u00F3 en la guerra por la URSS, durante el gran conflicto. Un francotirador ruso llamado Nigel Cannabinoi, que fue asesinado durante la Segunda guerra mundial, fue tra\u00EDdo por su pa\u00EDs a la vida con la tecnolog\u00EDa secreta, s\u00F3lo conocida por el Gran Imperio Comunista. Fue nombrado Sniper. El cient\u00EDfico que cre\u00F3 a Sniper era Verat Gonzel; \u00E9l no quer\u00EDa hacerlo y trat\u00F3 de persuadir al ej\u00E9rcito de esa idea; dijo que el sujeto no era inteligente, que no hab\u00EDan encontrado evidencia alguna de que ser\u00EDa \u00FAtil, y de hecho, asegur\u00F3 que podr\u00EDa ser una amenaza completa; pero no le hicieron caso. Sniper pod\u00EDa ser inmortal, as\u00ED que le clasificar\u00EDan como su \"super-soldado\". Incluso exist\u00EDa la posibilidad de lograrlo como el soldado perfecto. Joseph Stalin, hombre que orden\u00F3 su creaci\u00F3n, le dijo a Gonzel que \"no habr\u00EDa ning\u00FAn peligro para el ej\u00E9rcito, incluso si se produjera un error. Por esa raz\u00F3n, el cient\u00EDfico abandon\u00F3 toda esperanza de hacerles cambiar de idea y tuvo que seguir las \u00F3rdenes. Tras el experimento al que sometieron al soldado, no ocurri\u00F3 nada relevante. La criatura se encontraba sosteniendo todo el tiempo su rifle de francotirador, en posici\u00F3n; estuvo est\u00E1tico por tres d\u00EDas seguidos. Su apariencia no era lo esperado, tampoco: se ve\u00EDa como cualquier ser humano, con la excepci\u00F3n de que sus ojos eran de un color rojo brillante, que parec\u00EDan oscilar como una luz que no ten\u00EDa suficiente bater\u00EDa. Verat se excus\u00F3 de que el color era para causar miedo, pero el parpadeo le dejaba intranquilo y llevar\u00EDa cierto tiempo para conseguir los datos suficientes para su correcci\u00F3n. Cualquier otro aspecto era correcto: vestido con el correcto uniforme (aunque algo roto) y llevando una capucha que s\u00F3lo dejaba ver el brillo de sus ojos carmes\u00ED. Los sucesos relevantes se dieron luego de otros tres d\u00EDas, en los que se supon\u00EDa que todav\u00EDa estaba en su trance. Stalin hab\u00EDa ordenado a Gonzel que desechara a Sniper y clausurara el proyecto, a lo que el cient\u00EDfico accedi\u00F3 gustoso. Pas\u00F3 un d\u00EDa, y Verat oy\u00F3 un grito en el laboratorio en el que manten\u00EDa al Sniper. Unos soldador rusos corrieron r\u00E1pidamente a la habitaci\u00F3n, y encontraron al francotirador desgarrando con sus dientes las venas, los capilares y las dem\u00E1s partes del cuerpo del oficial que estaba en guardia; devor\u00E1ndolo. La criatura les mir\u00F3 con sus brillantes ojos, y se carg\u00F3 a por ellos. Subi\u00F3 al primer soldado y con su mano lo atraves\u00F3 por la espalda; la sangre brotaba con rapidez; con su mano arranc\u00F3 y arroj\u00F3 la m\u00E9dula espinal del hombre. Los otros corrieron en busca de ayuda, pero el m\u00E9dico estaba en lo cierto en su reporte... La criatura ser\u00EDa mucho m\u00E1s r\u00E1pida que un humano normal. \u00C9l se abalanz\u00F3 sobre ellos y clav\u00F3 sus dientes en el cuello de uno, hundiendo sus garras en su cuerpo. El soldado gritaba de agon\u00EDa, mientras los cient\u00EDficos corrian a la escena; para cuando llegaron, s\u00F3lo encontraron los cuerpos de los dos soldados que mat\u00F3 junto al general. Se paralizaron de miedo: la criatura no estaba all\u00ED. Uno de los cient\u00EDficos tuvo una vaga idea y corri\u00F3 a la habitaci\u00F3n en la que se encontraba antes Sniper, y le encontr\u00F3 en el mismo lugar y la misma posici\u00F3n. No ten\u00EDa idea de lo que pod\u00EDa haber pasado: no se encontr\u00F3 ADN alguno, pero la \u00FAnica cosa segura era que ning\u00FAn soldado enemigo hab\u00EDa sido responsable. Ninguno de los dem\u00E1s pa\u00EDses pudo averiguar lo que hab\u00EDa sucedido. Despu\u00E9s de cinco semanas, lleg\u00F3 la estimaci\u00F3n de que veintisiete soldados fueron muertos. Todos estaban asustados, soldados de cualquier rango; incluso el mism\u00EDsimo Stalin ten\u00EDa miedo del misterioro asesinato. Luego de otra semana m\u00E1s, el Sniper despert\u00F3 de su letargo y se precipit\u00F3 a la habitaci\u00F3n de Gonzel. El cient\u00EDfico todav\u00EDa estaba dormido, as\u00ED que lo agarr\u00F3 y lo llev\u00F3 a la bodega. Verat despert\u00F3 en una habitaci\u00F3n llena de cad\u00E1veres de los soldados asesinados. Entonces se dio cuenta de que estaba encadenado a un muro de hormig\u00F3n. No pod\u00EDa liberarse, incluso despu\u00E9s de luchar durante lo que pareci\u00F3 una eternidad. Gritar no era una opci\u00F3n, puesto que las paredes y el techo estaban hechos de s\u00F3lido hormig\u00F3n. Sab\u00EDa que estaba condenado, por lo que s\u00F3lo mir\u00F3 al suelo y comenz\u00F3 a sollozar. Pero antes de derramar su primera l\u00E1grima, subi\u00F3 la mirada y vio a la criatura cara a cara. Abri\u00F3 los ojos ampliamente. A pesar de su miedo, estaba muy interesado y la curiosidad sobre lo que su creaci\u00F3n har\u00EDa le despertaba. El Sniper golpe\u00F3 el pecho del cient\u00EDfico con su mano derecha, haci\u00E9ndole gritar de dolor. Pero no dur\u00F3 mucho; hundi\u00F3 su mano en su pecho y comenz\u00F3 a arrancar el coraz\u00F3n del hombre, clavando sus dientes en \u00E9l y dejando la sangre salpicar su cuerpo. Puso sus manos alrededor del cuello de Verat, rasg\u00E1ndolo. Se arm\u00F3 de su rifle, apunt\u00F3 a la cabeza del cad\u00E1ver y por primera vez, apret\u00F3 el gatillo: el blanco explot\u00F3, y las partes de su cara volaron en todas direcciones. Como Sniper termin\u00F3 con Verat, oy\u00F3 los pasos de alguien bajando las escaleras del s\u00F3tano. Este fue Nikolai Yezhov, quien grit\u00F3 de terror al ver la grotesca escena; pero la criatura no estaba a la vista. Cuando el soldado le cont\u00F3 lo visto a Joseph, este se volvi\u00F3 el m\u00E1s abrumado por el terror: mand\u00F3 a los cient\u00EDficos a investigar el cad\u00E1ver de Verat. Una vez m\u00E1s, no encontraron restos de ADN alguno, ni huellas dactilares, ni indicios algunos del asesino. Los soldados ten\u00EDa p\u00E1nico, no sab\u00EDan qui\u00E9n lo hac\u00EDa ni el porqu\u00E9. Algunos especularon que eran esp\u00EDas estadounidenses provocando la matanza. Cada d\u00EDa, un soldado desaparec\u00EDa. A\u00F1os m\u00E1s tarde, el ej\u00E9rcito de la URSS se encogi\u00F3 cada vez m\u00E1s; d\u00EDas, semanas, meses y a\u00F1os pasaron, hasta que los militares de la Uni\u00F3n Sovi\u00E9tica eran escasos. Cada soldado que mor\u00EDa, eran algunos por manos de los estadounidenses, otros por suicidio y unos \u00FAltimos por el Sniper, por lo que los Estados Unidos terminaron ganando la guerra; pero todav\u00EDa quedaba Stalin. Joseph estaba en Kuntsevo Dacha, de pie sobre una silla, con una cuerda alrededor de su cuello. Sus ojos escurr\u00EDan las l\u00E1grimas, a punto de saltar, hasta que la puerta se abri\u00F3 y una figura encapuchada de ojos rojos entr\u00F3. Stalin entr\u00F3 en shock al darse cuenta que era Sniper, pero este retir\u00F3 la cuerda y lo tir\u00F3 al suelo. El l\u00EDder se sinti\u00F3 frustrado y comenz\u00F3 a gritarle, diciendo: \"\u00A1Usted, monstruo, que ha matado a todos esos grandes hombres, que ha tomados las vidas de cada \u00FAltimo soldado; auque no tengo ni idea de c\u00F3molo hizo sin dejar pistas algunas, por favor, ya m\u00E1teme!\". Para su sorpresa, la criatura empez\u00F3 a hablar. \"Eso ser\u00E1 un placer, Stalin, como lo fue el matar a todos los soldados que este ej\u00E9rcito pudo encontrar. No me gusta ser esta abominaci\u00F3n llamada \"Sniper\", y para responder a su pregunta, nunca terminar\u00E1 lo que hizo Verat. Yo tambi\u00E9n iba a ser un super-esp\u00EDa, no s\u00F3lo un soldado. Esta guerra pudo haber tomado miles de a\u00F1os, y ni una sola persona pudo darse cuenta de que el causante fui yo. Como dije, ser\u00E1 un placer matarlo, un placer matar al hombre que trajo el comunismo a este pa\u00EDs corrupto..\" Stalin corri\u00F3 un segundo antes de ser tomado, y fue a la captura del rifle dejado junto a la puerta. Lo tom\u00F3, apunt\u00F3 a su cabeza pero nunca dispar\u00F3. El Sniper se levant\u00F3 y ri\u00F3 al ver a Stalin en completa confusi\u00F3n y miedo; el l\u00EDder solt\u00F3 el arma y rompi\u00F3 a llorar mientras la criatura re\u00EDa con m\u00E1s fuerza. El Sniper cogi\u00F3 el rifle y de un fuerte golpe lo mat\u00F3. Tom\u00F3 el cuerpo, lo sent\u00F3 en su escritorio y acomod\u00F3 su escena, limpiando la poca sangre, las huellas, cualquier pista. Tom\u00F3 una jeringa de entre sus ropas e inyect\u00F3 la enfermedad en el cad\u00E1ver, para luego irse. Un a\u00F1o despu\u00E9s, el 05 de Marzo de 1953, Stalin fue encontrado muerto en su habitaci\u00F3n con un cigarrillo en mano, prueba que demostr\u00F3 que muri\u00F3 a causa de aterosclerosis. Categor\u00EDa:Ciencia Categor\u00EDa:Mentes trastornadas Categor\u00EDa:Zombis Categor\u00EDa:CC"@es . . . . . . . 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"THE SNIPER is a track in the BIOHAZARD Operation Raccoon City ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK album."@en . 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"The Sniper was an exile, who was formerly used in the Machine ballistic systems."@en . . . "1"^^ . . . . . "right Los Estados Unidos y la Uni\u00F3n Sovi\u00E9tica se volvieron superpotencias despues de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, pero las tensiones que crecieron entre ellas finalmente las llev\u00F3 a la Guerra Fr\u00EDa, algo que todo el mundo conoce. Sin embargo, hubo muchas cosas desconocidas durante esa etapa: conspiraciones, intrigas, espias... Y entre ellas, una criatura clasificada que se utiliz\u00F3 en la guerra por la URSS, durante el gran conflicto. Fue nombrado Sniper. Sniper pod\u00EDa ser inmortal, as\u00ED que le clasificar\u00EDan como su \"super-soldado\". Incluso exist\u00EDa la posibilidad de lograrlo como el soldado perfecto."@es . "The Sniper was an exile, who was formerly used in the Machine ballistic systems."@en . . . . "From The New Leader, 1923 The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine-guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war. \"Christ,\" he muttered, \"I'm hit.\""@en . . . "THE SNIPER"@en .