Minister for Home Affairs.
He was a ruthless, conniving man, who would rather see a teenager
die of zombieism in a dirty cell, than have the lad who invented
the ZDT get the recognition he deserved. Mason's plan was to have
the escapees from Kilkorne recovered to safety and make sure the
Minister was arrested before he had chance to even announce the
existence of the detector torch.
After ending
the call with the Minister, the professor took a long draft of
coffee from a plastic cup on his desk. It was no longer even warm,
the coldness increasing its bitterness. He'd have drunk anything to
remove the taste of the conversation with the Minister. Swinging
his feet back down to the floor, he straightened his back and
grasped the VHF radio from beside the computer keyboard. After an
exchange of passwords, he was patched through to Commander Douglas
Hodgeson.
'Doug, how's it
going?'
'The fugitives
are safe,' said the man who controlled anti-zombie operations
across the south west of England. 'I personally checked them with
the torch you gave me.'
'And?' Mason
was on the edge of his seat.
'Clear, all of
them. I'm sending you bloods of course.'
Mason let out a
heavy sigh. 'Thanks for keeping them safe.'
'Priority old
boy, 'til we get the Minister.'
'You're taking
the escapees up to London?'
'And I'll have
another unit take the Minister into custody.'
'None of the
men in that unit have any connection to him?'
'Totally
trustworthy. Don't worry.'
'The guy's such
a snake, a real "every man has his price" type.'
'That's why I'm
not leaving it up to the local boys.'
'OK, well you
need to move quickly. If he catches wind of any of this, he'll be
gone.'
'Like I say,
don't worry. We're flying in; take off in five.'
'Let me know as
soon as it's done.'
'Of course.
Then we start on the clean-up.'
'Your best bet
will be at night, using the helicopters with the spray equipment
and the high power UV lights to track down all the body parts and
anything else the infectees have left.'
Hodgeson
laughed, 'You mean the zombies.'
Chapter 2:
Interruptions
The ten
fugitives from Kilkorne were stationed in a secure location in
London. Their potential to become overnight celebrities meant also
that they had to be absolutely guaranteed clear of the zombie
virus. It was quite a blow not to have been immediately reunited
their families, however that could not happen while the Minister
was still at large. Their anxious relatives were paid personal
visits by security personnel who made it clear that although they
were in no danger, the fugitives must remain in quarantine and that
there must be no contact with them for several days. Still rampant
zombie paranoia meant that any release of information to the press
was prohibited.
While the
Commander posted guards on the fugitives, somehow the Minister
managed to evade being taken into custody.
'Doug have you
got him yet?' Professor Mason asked in a routine update.
'It's
incredible, each time my men get close, he vanishes. It's as if
he'd anticipated being on the run and been planning this for
months.'
'Sounds just
like him.'
'At least this
cat and mouse game as put an end to any public appearances and
interrupted his programme for the ZDT.'
'Maybe so but
I'd be trying to predict what other schemes he'll be planning to
bring into play.'
Since being
placed in an inconspicuous but comfortable hotel, it was still
unclear to the fugitives, whether they had been captured or
rescued. After being on the run for several days, it felt weird
being trapped in a building which was guarded round the clock,
supposedly for their protection. They were permitted no phone calls
or other means of communications to the outside world. Despite
having been inoculated with the latest vaccine, they were to be
kept there until the end of the isolation period. Each member of
staff and all of the guards had been inoculated. Everyone kept a
close watch on each other for early symptoms, including
He was a ruthless, conniving man, who would rather see a teenager
die of zombieism in a dirty cell, than have the lad who invented
the ZDT get the recognition he deserved. Mason's plan was to have
the escapees from Kilkorne recovered to safety and make sure the
Minister was arrested before he had chance to even announce the
existence of the detector torch.
After ending
the call with the Minister, the professor took a long draft of
coffee from a plastic cup on his desk. It was no longer even warm,
the coldness increasing its bitterness. He'd have drunk anything to
remove the taste of the conversation with the Minister. Swinging
his feet back down to the floor, he straightened his back and
grasped the VHF radio from beside the computer keyboard. After an
exchange of passwords, he was patched through to Commander Douglas
Hodgeson.
'Doug, how's it
going?'
'The fugitives
are safe,' said the man who controlled anti-zombie operations
across the south west of England. 'I personally checked them with
the torch you gave me.'
'And?' Mason
was on the edge of his seat.
'Clear, all of
them. I'm sending you bloods of course.'
Mason let out a
heavy sigh. 'Thanks for keeping them safe.'
'Priority old
boy, 'til we get the Minister.'
'You're taking
the escapees up to London?'
'And I'll have
another unit take the Minister into custody.'
'None of the
men in that unit have any connection to him?'
'Totally
trustworthy. Don't worry.'
'The guy's such
a snake, a real "every man has his price" type.'
'That's why I'm
not leaving it up to the local boys.'
'OK, well you
need to move quickly. If he catches wind of any of this, he'll be
gone.'
'Like I say,
don't worry. We're flying in; take off in five.'
'Let me know as
soon as it's done.'
'Of course.
Then we start on the clean-up.'
'Your best bet
will be at night, using the helicopters with the spray equipment
and the high power UV lights to track down all the body parts and
anything else the infectees have left.'
Hodgeson
laughed, 'You mean the zombies.'
Chapter 2:
Interruptions
The ten
fugitives from Kilkorne were stationed in a secure location in
London. Their potential to become overnight celebrities meant also
that they had to be absolutely guaranteed clear of the zombie
virus. It was quite a blow not to have been immediately reunited
their families, however that could not happen while the Minister
was still at large. Their anxious relatives were paid personal
visits by security personnel who made it clear that although they
were in no danger, the fugitives must remain in quarantine and that
there must be no contact with them for several days. Still rampant
zombie paranoia meant that any release of information to the press
was prohibited.
While the
Commander posted guards on the fugitives, somehow the Minister
managed to evade being taken into custody.
'Doug have you
got him yet?' Professor Mason asked in a routine update.
'It's
incredible, each time my men get close, he vanishes. It's as if
he'd anticipated being on the run and been planning this for
months.'
'Sounds just
like him.'
'At least this
cat and mouse game as put an end to any public appearances and
interrupted his programme for the ZDT.'
'Maybe so but
I'd be trying to predict what other schemes he'll be planning to
bring into play.'
Since being
placed in an inconspicuous but comfortable hotel, it was still
unclear to the fugitives, whether they had been captured or
rescued. After being on the run for several days, it felt weird
being trapped in a building which was guarded round the clock,
supposedly for their protection. They were permitted no phone calls
or other means of communications to the outside world. Despite
having been inoculated with the latest vaccine, they were to be
kept there until the end of the isolation period. Each member of
staff and all of the guards had been inoculated. Everyone kept a
close watch on each other for early symptoms, including
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