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The Prime Minister took a deep breath； let it out slowly。 Anxiety； exasperation。 He had said repeatedly that 'we must remain calm1 but there was a limit。 And Reitze went beyond that limit。
Caldecott was in his fourth year of office。 Next year he had to face an election； he had considered calling one earlier before inflation and unemployment figures began soaring again but now all that was forgotten。 There might well never be another government or even a next year。 In his early forties； he had a deceptive boyish appearance； one that a lot of people had underestimated； including the Opposition。 Forceful； disliked in many quarters； he was finding it difficult to curb his impatience with Reitze。 He glanced across at Rankine； the Defence Minister； read exasperation there； too。 But both of them knew the Professor well enough not to try to hassle him。
The reports are still ing in。' Reitze leaned back in his chair； shook another Camel out of a crumpled pack； flicked his lighter。 'We are now beginning to form an overall picture of what has happened both in the United States and the European countries。' Slow expressionless tones； he might have been discussing the latest trade figures。 He drew on his cigarette； scribbled something else on his pad。 'The timing of the release of these microorganisms into the atmosphere was meticulously synchronised so that all major areas of population in America were struck simultaneously with the UK。 Of course； it was easier to conduct an intensive attack upon Britain than a vast area such as the United States。'
'Which means that we've suffered a far higher casualty rate；' Caldecott cut in。
'Proportionally。' Reitze did not alter his tone。 'But it will be weeks before any true figure can be arrived at。 munications have now broken down in most areas。 Fortunately we still have a direct line to the White House； but they can only supply us with the information that reaches them。'
'What type of germ is it？' Rankine asked。 'What are the long…term effects likely to be？'
'At the moment our laboratory is working the clock round to e up with the answer；' Reitze replied； 'We know that the micro…organisms released into the atmosphere are mutants； possibly the results of years of research and experimentation。 They affect the skin； adulterate the pigmentation； cause it to bee hard and coarse and promote a hair growth which can only be pared with
the growth…rate of certain subtropical plants； growing as much as an inch in twenty…four hours。 The brain is also attacked； reducing it only to basic thinking； the victim relying almost solely on instinct； much the same as an animal； perhaps slightly more advanced； the equivalent of primitive Man。'
'In effect；' Caldecott's voice was hushed； a frightened whisper； 'the majority of the' population of the western world have bee 。 。 。 throwbacks'。
'That's it； in layman's terms。' The Professor crushed the remains of his cigarette in the ashtray。 'Man has been reduced to a primitive being。 Of course； there will be individual reactions； some will be affected worse than others and vice versa。 Some will escape for a variety of reasons。 Micro…organisms do not have the resilience of radiation in the atmosphere。 Filters in fall…out shelters will be more effective against them but unfortunately there was no chance to issue a warning。 Germ warfare is far more insidious than nuclear warfare； you can't hear it； smell it or see it； and before you know it； it's got you。'
'Is there 。。。 no chance； whatever； for the victims？' The Prime Minister asked the question which none of his ministers had dared to voice so far。 Perhaps it was better not to know； just to hope。
'I can't answer that at this moment in time；' Reitze answered； and for once those eyes behind the rimless lenses flickered uncertainly； perhaps nervously。 'At the moment my team of scientists is trying to isolate the microorganisms。 There may be several； but until they are isolated and we know exactly what they are； we don't know if anything can be done。 Certainly the atmosphere is now clear。 We do not know whether the victims will die in a short period or whether they will live a normal life…span。' 'And the whole world suffers because of Lebanon and Syria。' Rankine spoke bitterly； showed his personal feelings for the first time。 'Damn the Russians； they've threatened us with nuclear war for three decades and it was all a blind。 Missile bases and counter missile bases； protests on Greenham mon and a lot of other places； and all the time we never guessed where the real danger lay。 Now it's too late。 They haven't even had to raze the western world to the ground！ They can just walk in and take over whenever they like and we can't do a damned thing to stop 'em。'
Thank you； Professor。' The Prime Minister rose to his feet； brushed flecks of dust from his suit。 He still had to maintain the image he had created as the best…dressed man in Britain； according to a recent media poll。 He had the job of inspiring hope and confidence however he felt personally。 'We'll let you get on with your work…If there are any significant developments please notify me immediately。 In the meantime we have an urgent cabinet meeting upstairs。'
A crisis meeting。 Eight government ministers all looking to Caldecott to e up with the answer because that was what he had been elected for。 Another Churchill； except that World War II was a skirmish pared to this。
Large…scale wall…maps showed every town； village and hamlet in Britain。 Red drawing…pins denoted areas which were known to have suffered heavy casualties。 Blue pins showed where there were pockets of survivors trying to maintain law and order； fighting for a return to normality。 There were an awful lot of blank spaces awaiting a red or a blue pin。
And the Russians still had not e。 They weren't in any hurry； there was no hurry。 Next week； next month； next year； it would all be the same。
'Let us take the major cities first。' Caldecott used his wooden pointer； was reminded of those far…off days when he had lectured at Oxford； golden days which would never e again。 You were lucky if you were left to indulge in nostalgia。 'London； Glasgow； Manchester； Birmingham； the pattern is much the same。 Wild mobs are on the rampage； their only interest being food and ； 。 。 rape！' He shuddered。 The food targets seem to be basically butchers' shops and abattoirs； whole carcasses being lorn apart； the meat devoured raw。 Their hunger appeased； the men turn to women； any women with whom to satisfy a carnal desire。 The remnants of our law…keeping forces are stretched beyond their limits； outnumbered by thousands to one。 Our only hope is to withdraw them totally to a place of safety and plan a definite strategy。 We cannot win back the cities at present so we must abandon them。'
Murmurs； not dissent； but horror。 Men who were accustomed to facing up to unpleasant truths found themselves backing off。
There are survivors。' Caldecott's voice quavered slightly。 〃Somehow we must municate with them； reorganise them if our country is not to be annihilated