Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 "Stop them!" Dan and Amy ran toward the tunnel, shouting as loud as they could. Quickly, the flight official stepped into their path. "Boarding passes, per favore?" he asked, his face a mix of bafflement and annoyance. Amy watched helplessly as Ian and Natalie slipped into the tunnel's long shadow. They could hear the plane's hatch shut with a dull thump. "They're— they're the Kabras!" Dan said. "Evil Kabras. Famoso, evillo, Kabritos! They are holding our au pair hostage!" As a crowd of curious onlookers gathered, the official repeated, "No boarding passes?" He was looking straight at Amy. Dan glanced frantically her way, his eyes screaming, You're the

第二章阻止他们！丹和艾米跑向隧道，尽可能地大声喊叫。 很快，飞行官员走上了他们的道路。 “要登机牌吗？”他问道，脸上既有困惑又有烦恼。 艾米无助地看着伊恩和娜塔莉溜进隧道长长的阴影里。 他们能听到飞机舱门砰的一声关上了。 “他们是——他们是卡布拉家族！”丹说。 “邪恶Kabras。Famoso, evil, Kabritos！他们把我们的互惠生扣为人质！”当一群好奇的旁观者聚集在一起时，这位官员重复道：“没有登机牌？”他直直地看着艾米。 丹疯狂地瞥了她一眼，他的眼睛尖叫着，你是

older one— do something! The thoughts were firing around in Amy's brain like a broken laser-light show. How could the Kabras be here? She and Dan had left them unconscious in a smoldering room in Venice. Who had rescued them? How had they recovered so fast? How had they stolen the tickets? Everyone was looking at Amy now. The whole airport. She hated when people stared at her. She hated it even worse when it involved being humiliated by the Kabras. They were always one step ahead, always one Clue closer to the Cahill secret. No matter how hard Amy and Dan tried, the Kabras were smarter, faster, cooler— and ruthless. They were impersonating Dan and Amy. They were about to ambush a defenseless au pair. How could Amy possibly communicate all this? She opened her mouth to try, but it was too much. Too many eyes. She felt as if someone had tied off her vocal cords. Nothing came out. "Ohhh-kay, thank you, Amy," Dan said. "Um, look, dude— officer— these guys? The Kabras? Well, actually, they're a guy and a girl? They ripped us off, okay? Comprendo? The tickets say

大一点的——做点什么吧！这些想法在艾米的脑子里像一场坏掉的激光秀一样乱窜。 卡布拉家族怎么会在这里？ 她和丹把他们丢在威尼斯一间闷烧的房间里，失去了知觉。 谁救了他们？他们怎么恢复得这么快？ 他们是怎么偷到票的？ 现在每个人都在看着艾米。 整个机场。她讨厌别人盯着她看。 当被卡布拉家族羞辱时，她就更讨厌了。 他们总是领先一步，总是离卡希尔的秘密更近一步。 无论艾米和丹多么努力，卡布拉兄弟还是更聪明、更快、更酷——而且无情。 他们在模仿丹和艾米。 他们准备伏击一个毫无防备的互惠生。 艾米怎么可能传达这一切呢？ 她张开嘴想试一试，但太难受了。 眼睛太多了。她觉得好像有人绑住了她的声带。 什么也没说出来。“哦——好，谢谢你，艾米，”丹说。 “嗯，看，伙计，警官，这些家伙？” Kabras吗?事实上，他们是一男一女？ 他们骗了我们，好吗？Comprendo吗? 门票上写着

Cahill and they're not Cahills— well, technically they are, but it's a different branch of the family, they're like Janus, I mean Lucians, and we don't know what we are, I mean what branch, but we're related— anyway, we're all kind of involved in something, sort of this battle about our grandmother's will, you could say, but it's kind of a long story and THEY HAVE TO BE STOPPED! PRONTO!" "Sorry," the official said, "if you have no boarding—" Amy grabbed Dan by the arm. This wasn't getting them anywhere. They needed to find Ms. Rinaldi— or the supervisor who had summoned her. That person would rank higher than anyone here. Maybe there was still a chance. Maybe they could stop the plane from taking off. She and Dan ran toward the corner again and rounded it. They raced past the place where they had collided with the Kabras, and immediately they emerged into the main corridor. In the distance they could see a line of shops. To their right was a supply closet and a glass door marked AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.

卡希尔，他们不是卡希尔——嗯，严格来说，他们是卡希尔，但这是家族的不同分支，他们就像雅努斯，我的意思是卢西亚人，我们不知道我们是什么，我的意思是哪个分支，但我们是相关的——无论如何，我们都参与了一些事情，有点像我们祖母遗嘱的斗争，你可以说，但这是一个很长的故事，他们必须被阻止！PRONTO !”“对不起，”官员说，“如果你没有登机——”艾米抓住丹的胳膊。 这对他们没有任何帮助。 他们需要找到里纳尔迪女士——或者是召见她的主管。 那个人的排名会比这里任何人都高。 也许还有机会。 也许他们能阻止飞机起飞。 她和丹又跑向拐角，绕了一圈。 他们跑过与卡布拉夫妇相撞的地方，立刻出现在主走廊里。 他们可以看到远处有一排商店。 他们的右边是一个储物柜和一扇标有“仅限授权人员”的玻璃门。

To their left, a knot of onlookers surrounded the entrance to the women's room, where a group of EMT workers emerged, carrying a woman on a stretcher. Police were running in to join them from all directions. Chaos. Total pandemonium. Amy strained to see around the rush of people as she ran, hoping to find a familiar face. There. A flash of blond hair, tossed over a shoulder, drew Amy's eyes to the right. "Dan, look!" "Oh, now you can talk," Dan said. "What?" Winding swiftly through the crowd was a tall woman in a Japan Airlines uniform about a size too large. The sight of the familiar figure was enough to unlock Amy's loudest outdoor voice. "IRINA!" she blurted out. There was no mistaking Irina Spasky— the stiff military bearing, the bladelike motion of the shoulders as she walked. Irina was another of the Cahill family bent on finding the 39 Clues. Like Ian and Natalie, she was ruthless. Unlike Ian and

在他们的左边，一群旁观者包围了女厕的入口，一群急救人员从那里出来，用担架抬着一名女子。 警察从四面八方赶来加入他们。 混乱。完全混乱。艾美一边跑一边使劲打量着人群，希望能找到一张熟悉的面孔。 在那里。一缕金色的头发披在肩上，把艾米的目光吸引到了右边。 “丹,看!”“哦，现在你能说话了，”丹说。 “什么?”一个高个子女人迅速地穿过人群，穿着日本航空公司（Japan Airlines）的制服，尺码大了一号。 看到这个熟悉的身影，艾米在户外发出了最响亮的声音。 “伊琳娜！”她脱口而出。没有人会认错伊琳娜·斯帕斯基——僵硬的军人姿态，走路时肩膀像刀片一样摆动。 伊琳娜是卡荷尔家族的另一名成员，一心要找到39条线索。 和伊恩和娜塔莉一样，她很无情。 不像伊恩和

Natalie, she had been trained in espionage by the KGB. Irina did not turn. She showed no outward signs of hearing Amy, aside from a quickening of her step. Then she disappeared into the throng as if she'd never been there. "Stop her!" Dan sprinted forward, nearly colliding with a rather sour-looking man in a wheelchair. "Polizia!" the man shouted, lifting his cane as if to whack Dan over the head. Dan ducked. Amy pulled him away, trying to keep an eye on Irina. They plowed forward, elbowing their way around passengers. When they emerged into a less crowded area near the end of the terminal, Irina was nowhere to be seen. "She's gone," Dan said. "I— I don't believe this," Amy said, catching her breath. "She was working with Ian and Natalie. They sabotaged us together." "Are we sure that was her?" Dan asked. "I mean, how would Irina manage to get that uniform?"

娜塔莉，她接受过克格勃的间谍训练。 伊琳娜没有转身。除了艾美加快了脚步之外，她没有表现出任何听见艾美说话的迹象。 然后她消失在人群中，好像她从来没有去过那里。 “阻止她!”丹冲向前去，差点撞到一个坐在轮椅上脸色阴沉的人。 “波莉齐亚！”那人喊道，举起手杖，好像要打丹的头。 丹回避。艾米把他拉开，想看住伊琳娜。 他们奋力向前，用肘绕过乘客。 当他们来到航站楼尽头一个不那么拥挤的地方时，伊琳娜却不见了踪影。 “她走了，”丹说。“我——我不相信，”艾美喘着气说。 “她当时正和伊恩和娜塔莉一起工作。 他们一起破坏了我们。” “我们确定那是她吗？”丹问道。 “我是说，伊琳娜是怎么弄到那件制服的？”

Before he finished the question, a voice shouted in Italian over a bullhorn, and the crowd quickly parted. A small ambulance made its way through the airport, siren blaring. Murmurs were passing through the crowd, mostly in languages Amy didn't understand. But she spotted a couple with sunglasses, lots of cameras, awful Hawaiian shirts, and vapid smiles. "Look, Dan—Americans," she said. "Let's listen…." They both wandered closer until they could hear snatches of conversation. The people were talking about the woman on the stretcher. Dan looked confused. "She was salted in the ladies' room?" "Assaulted," Amy said. "She must have been the flight supervisor, Dan! Irina knocked her out and took her uniform." "Wow," Dan replied, looking almost impressed. Amy glanced toward the window, where she saw the jet slowly backing away from gate 4 and onto the tarmac. They were leaving. Detached from the tunnel,

他的问题还没说完，扩音器里就有人用意大利语喊道，人群迅速散开。 一辆小救护车呼啸着驶过机场。 人群中传来窃窃私语，大多是艾米听不懂的语言。 但她发现了一对夫妇，他们戴着太阳镜，带着很多相机，穿着难看的夏威夷衬衫，面带无趣的微笑。 “看，美国黑人，”她说。 “我们听……”他们俩走得更近了，直到能听到谈话的片段。 人们都在谈论担架上的那个女人。 丹看起来很困惑。“她是在女厕所里被人用盐腌的？”“被侵犯了，”艾米说。 “她一定是飞行主管，丹！”伊琳娜把她打晕了，拿走了她的制服。” “哇，”丹回答说，几乎被打动了。 艾米朝窗口瞥了一眼，看到飞机慢慢地从4号门退到停机坪上。 他们要走了。脱离了隧道，