He punched a button. The bottom of the perspex tube swivelled open, releasing a flood tide ofthe thick liquid on to the floor. It splattered and spread — a large viscous steamingpool of gunk that smelled appalling, like meat gone bad. The creature inside flopped outthrough the bottom on to the floor, loose and lifeless like a large twist of boiledtagliatelle.
‘It’s dead,’ said Sal.
‘No, it’s
They watched in silence as the warm foul-smelling liquid steamed on the floor. Liam notedwith some relief that it was draining away through a grille in the middle of the floor.
Then the naked form twitched.
Maddy and Sal gasped.
‘That’s a good boy,’ whispered Foster. ‘Come on now.’
The muscles flexed and rippled down its back as it slowly stirred to life. After a few groggyseconds it pulled itself up on bulging arms, as thick as any normal person’s thighs,until it kneeled on its hands and knees.
The creature’s gaze slowly drew up from the floor and rested on them.
Liam could see in the thing’s grey eyes the twinkling of something that looked like anawakening intelligence. The clone opened its mouth and vomited out a river of thick pink goothat splattered on to the floor.
Maddy made a face. ‘Ewww.’
Sal curled her lip. ‘Oh, that’s totally jahully gross.’
‘Has it just been sick?’ asked Liam.
‘No, it’s emptying the liquid out of its lungs.’
It gurgled for a moment, the sort of sound a contented baby might make aftera feed. Finally, its mouth struggled slowly to form what appeared to be a clumsy and awkwardversion of a friendly smile.
‘Ba-a… gagah… bub… glah…?’ it uttered.
CHAPTER 18
2066, New York
Kramer finished erecting the wire cage, tightening the last of the bolts holding ittogether before standing back to look at it.
‘This is it?’ asked Haas. ‘This really is the first ever timemachine?’
Kramer nodded, admiring it silently.
It was little more than a metal grille box, the size of a shower cubicle. Sitting beside iton the floor was something that looked like a copper kettle and, next to it, a modest palmtopcomputer. A few feet away their portable generator chugged noisily, feeding a steady supply ofpower to Waldstein’s machine.
‘The displacement energy field is fed into the wire cage,’ said Kramer.‘It’s only big enough for us to go through one at a time. It’s going to takeus longer than I thought to get where we’re going.’
Karl Haas looked at his watch. ‘The deadline passed half an hour ago, sir. The policesurely won’t wait much longer.’
Kramer nodded. ‘I know. We should get started.’ He kneeled down beside thepalmtop and started to tap the touch-screen with a stylus.
‘It will be cold where we’re going, Karl. The men will need to pull out theirwinter tunics.’
‘I’ll warn them. Should I call through the — ?’
His question was interrupted by the sound of a muffled thud.
Kramer looked at him sharply. ‘What’s that?’
‘They’re coming in!’ Karl straightened up. ‘I’ll have the menfall back from the main hall. We can hold them on the stairwell to the basement. It’s agood choke-point.’
‘Whatever you think best. Just buy me as much time as you can.’
Karl nodded and turned on his heel, running down the dark aisle and already on the radio tohis men upstairs.
Kramer looked back at the screen and tapped in the time-stamp: a very specific time, a veryspecific place. He turned to two men standing nearby.
‘Max, Stefan, we must start by sending the equipment through first, allright?’
Both men nodded and began dragging their boxes and canvas sacks into the cage.
Karl Haas reached the top of the basement stairs and stared out through the opendouble doors into the museum’s dark main hall.
He thumbed his radio. ‘Rudy, Pieter, what’s your status?’
The earpiece crackled a reply. ‘They’re inside the building. They sent tear gasand flash-bangs down the left wing and they’re moving our way.’
‘Pull back to the main hall. And hold them there for as long as you can. We’resetting up a defensive position on the basement stairwell.’
‘Copy that.’
Karl squinted into the darkness of the main hall and realized, despite the slithers of blueflashing lights stealing in through the boarded-over windows, it was still too dark.
‘OK, gentlemen,’ he spoke quietly into his radio throat mic, ‘it’sshow time. Everyone, go to night-vision.’
He reached up to the unit strapped around his crew-cut head and flipped thenight-sight HUD down over his left eye.
Moments later he heard the first percussive rattle of a firearm echoing around the emptyhalls.
He turned to the man kneeling on the stairs beside him. ‘You ready for a fight,Saul?’
The soldier nodded, even managed an edgy grin. ‘Yes, sir.’
The men lifted in one last sack of equipment and closed the door to the wirecage.
‘Stand clear,’ said Kramer.
He looked down at the palmtop’s small glowing screen. ‘OK, then,’ he said,crossing his fingers behind his back. He turned to Max and Stefan. ‘This is where we getto see if this old machine actually works.’
He tapped an icon on the screen — PURGE.
Immediately sparks spurted from the wire cage, showering on to the equipment inside. For amoment Kramer worried the canvas sacks might smoulder and catch fire, causing the ammo clipsinside to explode.
But the display of fireworks was short-lived. As the last glowing embers cascaded down, herealized the cage was already empty. He looked at his two men, wide eyed and grinning likefools. He laughed.
‘And so it does.’
With no time to savour the moment, he ordered them to load up the cage again as he reset thetransmission program on the palmtop.
At the back of Kramer’s mind — although he realized now wasn’t the time tovoice it aloud — was: in what condition were those things arriving at their destination?Intact? Or in pieces? He could visualize too easily himself arriving in the past and only living long enough to see his body had been contorted into a steamingpile of inside-out organs.
He licked his lips anxiously.
CHAPTER 19
2066, New York
Karl listened to the radio traffic coming in from his men. From their quick burstsof distorted cross-talk, it sounded as if they were doing a good job of keeping the policearmed-response teams tied down. Both flanking teams had called in at least a dozen killsbetween them. The police were getting chewed-up out there from the snatched exchanges he couldhear over his earpiece.
