gns.throwback-第38部分
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The throwbacks bunched and suddenly one of them fell； a young man toppling forward on to his face； hitting the ground with a thud and lying still。 The rest trampled on him in their haste to keep their distance from their captors。
Reitze let them go； he was only interested in the unconscious one。 He knelt down and Barnes helped him to roll the body over。 The man was still breathing； shallow breaths that might peter out at any second。 His bearded face was flushed； the flesh hot with a high temperature。
'What is it？' Barnes whispered； lifted one of the unconscious man's eyelids； let it slip back。
'A fever。' Reitze's voice was tense； suddenly that dull monotone gone。 'We'd better get him back for checks。' Not for attention； for checks。 Because it looks interesting。
Between the two of them they lifted the sick man。 Reitze supporting the head and shoulders； Barnes taking the legs。 The soldier was eyeing the rest of the throwbacks； rifle barrel half…raised。 They were scared to hell and there was no knowing what they might do if they panicked。 You couldn't say to them； 'This man's sick； we're taking him for treatment。' You were taking one of their kind away to harm him and they were incapable of understanding anything beyond that。 In a way they were right because the scientists didn't care whether he died； were only curious what he died of。
They loaded him unceremoniously into the back of the Land Rover； and Reitze took the wheel。 It was snowing hard now； the ground slippery with white slush。 If it kept up it could be deep by nightfall。 The Professor engaged four…wheel drive and even then the wheels slipped a little； the vehicle slewing then righting itself。
'That bunch are in a bad way。' Barnes watched the wipers building up a block of packed snow on the windscreen。 They can't stand the winter。 They'll all be dead by the end of the week if we don't do something。'
'Like what？' There was a touch of sarcasm in Reitze's reply。
'House 'em better。'
They're undergoing tests。 It would be defeating the object。'
They'll all die。 You can see that for yourself。' Then so will the thousands； millions； living in the wild。 We can't do anything about them。'
Neither of them spoke again until they arrived back at HQ。 Reitze called two assistants； had them stretcher the 'patient' up to the end lab； the closed one with the operating table in it。 Newman was in there； his features serious when he saw the newer。
'Christ； what's the matter with him？' he snapped。 He had already done post…mortems on Reitze's victims from the freezer block。 Exposure。 This was something different； though。 Even a layman could tell that。
'I'll have to leave you to it。' Reitze made for the door。 'I've got a meeting in ten minutes。 Check this guy out thoroughly。'
'He needs a heavy dose of antibiotics。' 'No！' Reitze whirled； his cheeks flushed slightly。 'You'll fuck the whole experiment up if you start pumping drugs into him。 Do all the usual tests first。 Ed will help you。'
Newman checked a retort。 If they didn't do something drastic quickly this fellow could die。 It wasn't just exposure he was suffering from and that was what worried him。 I'll have a report ready in an hour；' he said tight…lipped。 Reitze closed the door behind him。 Suddenly they weren't making any headway at all and Caldecott and Rankine were going to ask an awful lot of questions。
'You mean that tough as they seem they can't stand exposure to the elements！' The Prime Minister was incredulous。 'My God； and our security forces have driven thousands of them out of the towns into the hills and woods！'
Reitze got the impression he was supposed to say something。 I'm sorry； I should have told you before that they would not be able to withstand the cold。 Perhaps we can round them up again。 It's too fucking late because it's blizzarding out there now。 He said nothing； just waited。 Put the ball in their court。
'Are you absolutely sure they're not resilient？' Rankine was clutching at straws。 'I mean 。 。 。 you could be wrong 。 。 。 couldn't you。'
Reitze hoped his contempt for them didn't show。 You lot ballsed it up。 You wouldn't wait for my tests。 Drive 'em out of the towns into the wilds； get rid of 'em。 We don't mean 'em any harm because they are our people； we just don't want 'em around。 Now you're shitting yourselves because you might've got rid of 'em for good。 Please help us。 Professor； or else we'll blame you。
'I'm not wrong。' Reitze's voice was as emotionless as ever。 'My tests have proved beyond doubt that the throw…backs can't stand the winter。'
'Did you really have to 。。。 to kill those few to prove that？' Caldecott's eyebrows knitted； accusing。
They died。' A politician's answer； avoid replying to a direct question。 'If you want me to do tests then there are bound to be casualties。'
The Defence Minister and the Prime Minister exchanged glances。 Both were uneasy。 They gave up blaming the Americans； looked for another outlet； there weren't many left。
'But we've got to do something。' Caldecott spread his hands in despair。 'If only it wasn't winter。'
There's nothing we can do。' Reitze took his time selecting and lighting a Camel； 'The way the snow's blowing up right now we won't be able to get out of here ourselves before long。 Even if we could； even if the weather was mild； it would be an impossibility rounding these people up again。 They've dispersed； are trying to adapt to a new environment。 Towns and cities are foreign to their primitive nature so no way will they be ing back。 We've just got to face up to it…by the spring there won't be many of 'em left。'
Silence。 The battery clock on the wall sounded deafeningly loud。 Time was everybody's enemy right now。
'What about these 。 。 。 these latest tests you're doing？' Caldecott asked hesitantly。 'The ones in the 。。。 outdoor shelter。'
'I've just e back from there。' Reitze took his time replying。 Damn them； they would ask about that。 There was no point in lying； the truth could be known in a matter of hours。 Just don't try blaming me。 'We've got a problem。'
'What sort of a problem？'
'At the moment I'm not sure。 Newman and Barnes are conducting tests right now on a man who collapsed less than an hour ago。 It isn't from exposure to the elements； I'm virtually certain of that。' 'What then？'
'I'm not sure。 I'll let you know the minute I am。' That should break the meeting up if anything could。
'All right；' Caldecott nodded； 'we'll be waiting to hear from you； Professor。 I just hope it isn't bad news。 It seems that time is on the side of the enemy who did this awful thing to us。 They have only to sit and wait and within a matter of months the unpopulated western world will be theirs for the taking！ I just hope you're wrong。'
'It's bad。' Brian Newman's features were devoid of colour。 He sat on a chair in the corner of the laboratory。 There was no sign of Barnes and Reitze didn't ask after him。 On the operating table a sheet covered the body of the man they had brought in earlier。 There was no movement from beneath it and Reitze did not enquire if he was dead because he never wasted his time on futile questions。
'How bad？' Don't rush him； let him take his time giving the facts。
'A virus；' Newman replied。 'An off…shoot of the microorganism that worked on the skin tissues； doubtless。 It affects the lungs like the fastest cancer you've ever known and the heart can't stand the strain。 Triggered off by a drop in body temperature。 If those we deep froze hadn't died so quick they'd've got it almost certainly。 Cold and wet brings it on。 Whether it will affect every single one of the millions of throwback Britons is anybody's guess； but I'd say you'd have to be bloody lucky to survive out there。 Another thing； and I'm not absolutely sure about this； but I'd say it's contagious。'
The hell it is！' Reitze instinctively moved back a pace。 'In that case we'd better start work with some antibiotics； inject all that lot up in the environment pound。 Right now I can't think of anything else。'
They took the Land Rover again。 The blizzard had increased to gale force； restricted visibility to less than fifteen yards。 The snow was beginning to drift and several times they had wheel…spin but they scarcely noticed it。
The same sentry unlocked the gate； climbed on the tailboard。 It wasn't going to be easy injecting a crowd of primitive men and women who had a terror of civilisation。
Reitze drove right up to the hut； parked the Land Rover across the entrance and killed the engine。
'Jesus H。 Christ！' was all he said。
His panions stared where he was looking。 There was limited vision through the driving white flakes but it was enough。 More than enough。
Newman wanted to say 'Maybe they're just sleeping； huddled together for warmth。' It would have been a pointless lie。 The soldier had jumped down from the rear； was pressed up against the side of the vehicle； his rifle still slung on his shoulder because he wouldn't be needing it。
Two of the hut's occupants squatted against the far walls； heads forward； nodding as though they were on the verge of slumber。 They did nof look up even though they had surely heard the Land Rover's approach。 Two children lay just inside； arms entwined around each other。
The rest were strewn across the entire floor space； lying in various poses； some on their backs； others face upwards。 Not moving。
The snow was cutting a virgin white path inside as far as the centre； creating a fluffy shroud which was fast covering the bodies in the foreground。 Maybe in a few hours it would fill the whole shed； hide the horror of it all。 Nature's final apology before the world died。
Reitze pushed the starter…button； began to reverse back out into the paddock。
Test Number Three was conclusive enough without further examination of the specimens…the new virus was fatal within a matter of hours*。
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