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《Steal　The　Sun（战争间谍）》
作者：　＇美＇　A·E·Maxwell【完结】





10　July　1945　Washington；　D。C。
144　Hours　Before　Trinity
（Synopsis　of　a　Top　Secret　briefing　paper　from　the　Office　of　Strategic　Services。）
Route　to：　President　Harry　S　Truman
Secretary　of　War　Harry　L。　Stimson
Joint　Chief　of　Staff　Admiral　William　D。　Leahy
Major　General　Leslie　Groves

The　Russians　control　eastern　Germany　without　recourse　to　American　or　British　desires　or
mandates。　Furthermore；　Russia　has　no　intention　of　withdrawing　from　Germany　at　any　time　in
the　future。　Other　East　European　countries　（e。g。　Latvia；　Lithuania；　Estonia；　etc。）　are　now　and　will
remain　under　Russia’s　direct　control。　Eastern　Europe　has　become　Western　Russia。
With　Eastern　Europe　conquered；　Russia　is　transferring　arms　and　men　to　the　southeastern
frontier；　preparing　for　a　massive　sweep　through　China　and　then　on　to　an　invasion
of　Japan　in　violation　of　the　Russo…Japanese　neutrality　agreement。　Intelligence　reports　leave
absolutely　no　doubt　that　Russia　can　and　will　conquer　China；　invade　Japan；　and　demand　at　least　a
division　of　Japan　along　the　lines　of　Germany。　As　in　Germany；　Russia　has　no　intention　of
withdrawing　her　forces　from　occupied　territories　at　any　time　in　the　future。　For　Russia；　World
War　II　has　become　a　war　of　conquest。

The　United　States　is　faced　with　three　choices：
1。　Defeat　the　Japanese　before　Russia　can　invade　China。
2。　Accept　the　fact　that　the　U。S。　will　win　a　war　and　lose　a　world。
3。　Declare　war　on　Russia。
Option　3　is　beyond　the　purview　of　this　paper。　Option　2　requires　no　action。　Option　1　requires
that　the　Japanese　be　forced　to　surrender　before　Russian　troops　are　committed　to　China。　The
OSS　estimates　that　Russia　will　invade　China　as　soon　as　13　August　1945　and　no　later　than　13
October　1945。

Tokyo
133　Hours　Before　Trinity
（Excerpt　of　cable　to　Naotake　Sato；　Japanese　Ambassador　to　the　U。S。S。R。　Decoded。）
HIS　MAJESTY　IS　EXTREMELY　ANXIOUS　TO　END　THE　WAR　AS　SOON　AS
POSSIBLE…　（BUT）　IF　THE　U。S。　AND　GREAT　BRITAIN　INSIST　ON　UNCONDITIONAL
SURRENDER；　JAPAN　MUST　FIGHT　TO　THE　LAST。　ONLY　THEN　WILL　OUR　HONOR
BE　VINDICATED　AND　OUR　NATIONAL　EXISTENCE　ASSURED…　THE　EMPEROR
THEREFORE　WANTS　TO　NEGOTIATE　FOR　A　QUICK　END　TO　THE　WAR　USING
THE　GOOD　OFFICES　OF　THE　RUSSIAN　GOVERNMENT　TO　APPROACH　THE
UNITED　STATES。　FOREIGN　MINISTER　SHIGENORI　TOGO

Moscow
109　Hours　Before　Trinity
（Excerpt　of　cable　to　Foreign　Minister　Shigenori　Togo。　Decoded。）
…　A　PEACE　SETTLEMENT　BY　NEGOTIATION　WILL　NOT　BE　SUPPORTED　OR
ADVANCED　BY　THE　SOVIET　UNION。　IF　JAPAN　TRULY　WANTS　TO　END　THE
WAR；　WE　HAVE　NO　CHOICE　BUT　TO　ACCEPT　UNCONDITIONAL　SURRENDER
OR　SOMETHING　VERY　LIKE　IT。　AMBASSADOR　NAOTAKE　SATO
Second　General　Army　Headquarters
Hiroshima；　Island　of　Kyushu
120　Hours　Before　Trinity
（Excerpt　from　Field　Marshal　Shunroku　Hata’s　private　diary。）


The　night　is　still。　May　tranquility　gather　around　me　as　it　does　around　the　lotus　bud。
The　Emperor　has　given　to　me　the　task　of　saving　Japan　from　the　ignominy　of　utter　defeat。　In　the
great；　climactic　battle　to　come；　may　I　be　worthy　of　my　Emperor’s　trust。
I　do　not　believe　Japan　can　defeat　America。
I　do　not　believe　American　can　defeat　Japan。
Therein　lies　our　honor；　and　an　honorable　future　for　our　children。　The　American　invasion　will
begin　on　Kyushu…　and　on　Kyushu　it　will　end。　We　will　be　as　drops　of　water；　clinging　to　the
invaders　until　they　drown。　Many　of　my　people　will　die；　for　my　people　know　that　it　is　better　to
die　than　to　seek　ignominious　safety。
Although　we　lack　arms　and　ammunition；　we　do　not　lack　courage　and　honor。　I　have　ordered　that
every　person　in　Hiroshima；　man　and　child　and　woman　alike；　be　taught　how　to　make　and　use
gasoline　bombs。
A　little　thing…　glass　and　gasoline　against　tanks　and　airplanes。　But　drops　of　water　are　also　little。
Negotiated　peace　is　not　defeat！

Juarez
108　Hours　Before　Trinity
The　sounds　and　smells　of　the　district　called　La　Mariscal　welled　up　around　Finn　as　he　crossed　the
Paso　del　Norte　Bridge　connecting　El　Paso；　Texas；　to　Juarez；　Mexico。　He　moved　quickly；　using
the　deceptive　stride　of　a　man　accustomed　to　walking。　Anyone　following　him　would　soon
become　flushed；　sweaty　and　obvious　among　the　lazy　throngs　of　people　circulating　through
Juarez’s　late…afternoon　heat。
Finn　paused　in　the　shadow　of　an　old　building。　As　he　lit　a　cigaret；　he　checked　the　street　he　had
just　walked　down。　No　one　stopped　suddenly　to　admire　a　dusty　store　window。　No　one　seemed
too　hot　or　too　breathless。　No　one　seemed　to　notice　him　or　to　avoid　noticing　him。
Even　so；　Finn　leaned　against　the　building；　his　pale　hazel　eyes　watching　the　crowds。　Deeply
tanned；　wearing　jeans　and　a　white　shirt；　a　western　hat　pulled　down　over　his　dark　hair；　Finn
looked　unremarkable　for　the　time　and　place。　Only　his　watchfulness　set　him　apart　from　the
Mexicans　strolling　along　the　street。
Finn　waited。　To　all　appearances　he　was　a　man　enjoying　the　daily　miracle　of　sunset；　when　the
desert’s　scorching　July　air　was　transformed　into　wine。　And　Finn　did　enjoy　the　moment；　despite
his　searching　glances。　He　loved　the　desert　borderlands；　the　sand　and　endless　sky；　people
wrapped　in　heat　and　secrets；　smugglers　and　spies；　corruptors　and　innocents；　thieves　and
assassins　and　fools　all　pasted　together　in　an　uneasy　collage　that　sometimes　came　unstuck
violently；　without　warning。　He　loved　those　moments　too；　when　staying　alive　was　a　puzzle　that
had　to　be　solved　instant　by　instant。
With　a　last　look　at　his　back　trail；　Finn　flipped　his　cigaret　into　the　street　and　walked　on。　He
passed　bars　and　greasy　cafés。　The　walkway　was　lined　by　whores；　but　they　ignored　him　after　a
single　glance。　Their　calculated　come…ons　were　reserved　for　crewcut　innocents　from　the　Army
and　Air　Force　bases　on　the　American　side　of　the　river。
Many　of　the　prostitutes　were　after　information　as　much　as　pesos。　In　Juarez；　information　was　the
only　currency　that　was　not　devalued　at　the　moment　of　exchange。　Finn　knew　which　whores　sold
information　because　he　was　in　the　business　of　buying　it。　So　were　many　other　people　in　Juarez。
Like　Switzerland；　Mexico　had　discovered　that　neutrality　was　a　negotiable　asset。
The　Third　Reich　had　been　present　in　Mexico　since　Hitler’s　ascendency。　When　war　consumed
Europe；　Mexico　City　–　like　Lisbon；　Marrakech　and　Istanbul　–　had　become　a　magnet　attracting
the　iron　detritus　of　political　change。
Mexico　City　became　home　to　a　volatile　mixture　of　Germans；　Russians；　Japanese；　Chinese；
Koreans；　Turks；　Greeks；　British；　French　and　many　others　whose　only　loyalty　was　to　violent
ideologies　of　the　left　or　right。
From　the　beginning　of　World　War　II；　Nazis　had　moved　freely　throughout　Mexico；　celebrating
their　host　country’s　“neutrality”　by　setting　up　spy　posts　along　the　border。　Towns　like　Juarez；　San
Luis　del　Rio　Colorado；　Mexicali　and　Tijuana　became　secure　staging　areas　for　sabotage　and
infiltration　in　the　secret　Army；　Navy　and　Air　Force　bases　that　stretched　from　Texas　to
California。
The　Japanese　were　ahead　of　the　Germans；　having　been　in　Mexico　for　nearly　a　century。　Unlike　the
Germans；　however；　the　Japanese　had　difficulty　infiltrating　their　nationals　into　the　U。S。；　after
Pearl　Harbor；　a　Japanese　face　was　an　invitation　to　mayhem。　The　Emperor　had　to　be　content
with　a　pervasive　information…cum…spy　network　that　centered　around　the　import…export
businesses　owned　by　overseas　Japanese。　The　network　was　greatly　enhanced　by　the　Nisei　and　Isei
who　fled　American　internment；　preferring　instead　the　social　internment　of　Mexico’s　Oriental
ghettos。
The　war　had　split　Finn’s　life　almost　as　neatly　as　it　had　the　lives　of　the　Japanese。　Desert　born　and
raised；　the　son　of　a　Customs　patrolman；　Finn　had　been　recruited　by　the　Office　of　Strategic
Services　before　the　war　began。　He　was　among　the　first　overseas　agents　fielded　by　the　United
States。　For　more　than　a　year　he　had　fought　a　secret　war　in　the　jungles　of　Burma；　tracking　and
testing　the　Japanese；　learning　their　language　and　their　secrets。　Then　came　Pearl　Harbor。　His
fluency　in　the　Mexican　language　and　culture　made　him　more　valuable　to　the　U。S。　in　the　desert
than　in　the　jungle。　He　returned　to　the　borderlands　of　northern　Mexico；　organizing　and
overseeing　a　network　of　American　agents　whose　job　was　to　limit　the　damage　caused　by　Mexico’s
rampant　neutrality。

The　first　three　years　of　Finn’s　assignment　had　been　spent　paring　down　the　German　network。　As
the　Third　Reich　weakened；　both　in　Europe　and　in　Mexico；　the　number　of　Russian　spies　grew；
neither　the　British　nor　the　Americans　nor　even　the　Japanese　made　comparable　gains。　As　the　war
in　Europe　wound　down；　the　international　community　of　spies　gradually　shifted　its　center　from
Mexico　City　to　Juarez；　a　border　town　only　three　hours　south　of　the　top　secret　American
installation　called　Los　Alamos。
The　focus　of　Finn’s　assignment　had　changed　in　the　past　year。　He　had　been　told　that　there　was　a
secret　that　could　reshape　man’s　future；　that　the　secret　was　in　Los　Alamos；　and　that　it　was　his　job
to　make　certain　that　the　secret　stayed　there。
He　had　not　been　told　what　the　secret　was。
He　had　resented　the　new　assignment。　He　had　resented　turning　over　his　carefully　built　Mexico
City　network　to　a　stranger。　He　had　resented　being　himself　turned　over　to　an　arrogant　desk
general　n