Day of the Predator - Alex Scarrow [16]
Sal picked up a roll of tape and wound it round as the thing squirmed indignantly in her hand.
‘OK. What next?’
‘Just lower it into the growth tube.’
Sal stepped towards the plastic cylinder and lifted the foetus up over the open top. ‘OK, Bob Junior,’ she uttered. ‘See you again in a little while.’
Gently she lowered the foetus into the murky gunk and then let it sink. It settled down through the pink soup, like a descending globule of wax in a lava lamp, until the feed pipe drew taut and it came to a rest.
‘OK, he’s in!’
‘Now close the growth-tube lid and activate the system pump!’
Sal closed the tube’s metal lid and clamped it in place. She squatted down to inspect the panel at the bottom of the tube. There wasn’t much to see down there. A manufacturer’s name – WG Systems – and a small touch screen. She tapped the screen and it lit up.
[Filtration system active]
[Set system to GROWTH or STASIS?]
‘It’s asking me to set it to growth or stasis … shall I pick growth?’
Maddy’s answer echoed back from the archway a moment later. ‘Growth for this one.’
Sal tapped GROWTH and confirmed the instruction. Immediately she heard the soft hum of a motor whirring to life somewhere at the bottom of the tube. A light winked on inside, making the pink protein glow and lighting the foggy form of the foetus from below. She could see its struggling form settle, content now that it was getting its feed despite the earlier discomfort of having the tube pushed into its belly.
‘All done!’
‘Good. Now we’ve got to do the same thing for the others. Only we’ll be setting those to stasis.’
Sal looked down at the open case on the floor, and the other vials containing growth candidates. Then she looked at Liam, still out for the count, his face resting against the cold concrete floor amid a small pool of spittle and vomit.
‘Great. Thanks for the help, Liam.’
‘Blfff ifff wheeeelly gloob!’ said Liam, his mouth full to bulging.
Both girls looked at him. ‘What?’
Liam chewed vigorously for a moment, then finally swallowed. ‘I said this is really good! What is it?’
‘Lamb korma,’ replied Sal. ‘It’s nothing like how Mum used to make it back home. You have it much sweeter over here. I suppose Americans like their food really sweet?’
Maddy nodded. ‘Sweeter the better. I could live just on chocolate.’ She reached across their table and pulled a carton of mango chutney out of the brown paper takeaway bag.
Liam hungrily loaded another forkful of korma into his mouth.
Across the archway, music streamed from the computer. Maddy had an Internet radio station playing music she remembered her parents listening to: the Corrs, REM, Counting Crows.
‘It’s kind of weird just us three, though,’ said Sal. ‘I miss Foster.’
‘Me too,’ said Maddy.
‘We’re never going to see him again, are we?’
She shrugged. ‘Probably not. He had to go.’
‘Why?’ asked Liam.
She hesitated a moment. ‘He was sick.’
‘Yeah,’ said Sal thoughtfully. ‘He didn’t look well.’
‘What was wrong with him?’
Maddy played with the rice on her plate for a moment. ‘Cancer. He was dying of cancer. He told me that.’
‘Poor, poor fella,’ sighed Liam. ‘I really liked him. Reminded me a bit of my grandfather, so he did.’
They ate in silence for a moment.
‘It’s strange, though,’ said Sal. ‘We’re part of this … this agency, but it doesn’t feel like we’re part of anything, if you know what I mean.’
‘I know what you mean,’ said Liam. ‘Like it’s just the three of us in this little archway all on our own. No contact with anyone else.’ He looked up at Maddy. ‘Did he not say there were other groups like us? Other field offices?’
She nodded. ‘He did.’
‘But we never ever hear from them. There’s no information about them, or about this agency. No one has contacted us, right?’
‘No one.’
Sal put down the poppadom she’d been holding. ‘What if it really is just us, just us alone … here?’
The other two looked at her.
‘What if we are the agency?’ she added.
Liam’s eyebrows arched and his jaw dropped open. ‘God help us all if that’s the case.’
Maddy shook