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Reitze had always suspected that would happen once their experiments went beyond animals。 He was the kind who would opt out if things ever returned to normal； defect to the 'amis' and use as a weapon all the information he had collected over the years。 Build an empire then destroy it。 He needed careful watching。 Barnes would be glad of a trip out； he was another who needed watching but for a different reason。 He would go to any lengths to gain another step up the ladder； knife you in the back if it was to his advantage and he thought he could get away with it。 But he was dedicated and that counted for a lot。
Reitze permitted himself a smile as he left the laboratory。 Ed Barnes wouldn't step out of line； not where Reitze was concerned anyway。 Because he knew that the Professor knew all about him。 You didn't take a guy on at this level without piling a very personal dossier on him。 If the White House found out then Barnes would be out faster than a rat out of a hole； but sometimes it was prudent to have an employee with a skeleton in the cupboard because you had him where you wanted him and he did as he was told。 Blackmail； but the end justified the means。
Reitze had singled Barnes out shortly after the latter had graduated； had met him socially on a couple of occasions。 Ideally you needed a team of eunuchs for this type of work； 24…hours…a…day men without any distractions。 The next best thing was guys who wanted to shut themselves away because they were shit…scared of the outside world。 Not criminals； that was too much of a risk。
Barnes fitted and the Agency had set him up。 A relationship with a male prostitute。 The whole saga had been bugged and they had even got a few intimate photographs。 A Watergate…type operation…and Barnes was their man。
Ed Barnes looked up from his desk as Reitze walked in。 Small； no more than 5 feet 4 inches tall； cropped dark hair。 Eyes set a shade too close together gave him a furtive look like that of a man permanently on the run。 Barnes was on the run…from his past。 He was making some notes on a pad in his tiny spidery handwriting； further proof of a withdrawn personality。
'I want to check the environment pound；' Reitze said。
Barnes nodded； closed his pad as though he had written something which he did not want the boss to see。 He hadn't； it was just a natural reaction。 If you watched him closely he blinked fast； had a slight twitch too。 'OK； I'll be right with you。'
They took one of the Land Rovers； up the sloping ramp and out into the world above。 Reitze switched on the wipers； it was raining fast and there were splats of sleet on the windscreen。 Good； this would put the outside experiments to the test。 Winter had arrived virtually overnight。
They had less than a quarter of a mile to drive before they reached the pound。 Once it had been a well…fenced paddock belonging to somebody who had kept ponies。 So handy to the laboratory； so little adaptation needed。 A reinforcement of barbed wire； the fenced extension a good 8 feet high； backed up with a double…strand electric fence。 A locked gate was guarded by two soldiers。 At the approach of the Land Rover they emerged from the shelter of their hut； kept their backs to the driving rain。
They knew Reitze； did not even ask for his pass。 The Professor pulled the Land Rover off the track； climbed down； followed by Barnes。
'We need to examine the specimens；' he told the guard。 'One of you better e with us。 The other can lock the gate after us。'
It was a routine precaution。 The throwbacks had never shown violence； only fear of their hairless overlords； but when you were experimenting you never knew how things would turn out。
Barnes shivered； turned up the collar of his windcheater。 This sleet was turning to snow。 You felt the cold worse when you spent most of your life below ground in a centrally heated building。 He wished he had put on an extra sweater。
They walked across the uneven ground； the soldier a couple of yards ahead of them； unslinging his rifle as they approached the dilapidated tin…sheet structure。 At the moment there was no sign of life； the occupants of this pound would all be huddled inside that three…sided shelter with the open front。 You couldn't blame 'em for that。
Surprise and fear； a dozen squat shapes leaping up from the piles of blankets on which they had been sitting or lying； huddling in the far corner； pressing against each other。 They reminded Reitze of those cages of rats in the lab in Arizona。 No matter how many times a day you went near them they always squealed and ran to a corner。 Because they were intelligent enough to know that you were experimenting on them； that you didn't give a shit whether they lived or died so long as you got the results you were after。
Reitze stood in the wide doorway and regarded the throwbacks carefully； saw the fear in their faces。 Totally demoralised； they had given up； maybe they were even willing themselves to die。 His eyes narrowed。 One of them was dead； the rest crowding and standing on the corpse； treading it into the muddy floor。
'We'd better take a look at that one；' he said； and moved forward a pace。
The captives huddled closer together； spilled away along the wall； crowded into the other corner。 The Professor knelt down； had to extricate the body from the mud before he could roll it over。 It was a girl； in her late 'teens or early twenties。 She was stiff and cold； had probably died during the night。
'Pneumonia；' he said looking up at Barnes； 'but you'll have to take some tests。 We can send over for the body later。 In the meantime we'd better check the others。'
Jt wasn't easy because they kept backing away； furtively following the wall round； only the soldier at the entrance preventing them from fleeing out into the open。 Outside the sleet had turned to pure snow； the paddock beginning to whiten over already。
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 o