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mon factor…ferocity！ They bunched together； their tongues dwindling to a low warning growl。 The big dog stood its ground； spread…legged across the remnants of its Man…kill； its coat bloodsoaked and dried； its slobbering jaws challenging them to take its rightful prey if they dared。
They hung back； cowed。 Growled again。 An encounter； a cowardly hunting pack warily eyeing a King Beast； a champion。 Weighing up their chances。 They could conquer it but some of them would be killed and none wanted to be amongst the unlucky ones。 Threatening barks but the big dog did not back off。 If they wanted his food they would have to kill him for it。
Suddenly； without warning； they charged。 A melee； a fighting tearing throng； fang and claw ripping deep into hide and flesh。 A collie was airborne； the first one in tossed high by the beast at bay； its neck broken； dead before it thudded down on to the soft ground。 Blood spouted and sprayed； ruby aerosol tinsel on Christmas tree branches； a mass of fighting fury so that the spectator above was unable to follow blow by blow。 The wounded squealed； leaped clear； came back into the fray。
The big dog was eventually pulled down。 Jackie thought that they had got him because she could not see him any more。 A pile of dead； a carpet for the living； the low cloud drifting in even thicker than before； a curtain to hide canine shame。
Now the animals were fighting each other； two of the smaller ones being driven off。 Finally only five remained； two of them unscathed； tearing flesh from the dead human body； gnawing at the bones。 Finally they lay down； belched with contentment。 The pack had hunted and killed； were satisfied for the moment。
And up in the fir branches Jackie Quinn wondered how much longer she could hold on。 She contemplated leaping down； offering herself to the wild dogs and hoping that the end would be quick。
Today or tomorrow； the oute would be the same。 Every torturous minute was only delaying the awful moment when she must face death in its most horrible form。 There could only be one oute。
CHAPTER TWENTY
REITZE HAD regulated the temperature in the cold store partment to minus 20°C。 That represented the coldest winter you were likely to get in Britain。 It might not even drop that low this year but he always worked on extremities； give your specimens the severest of tests and you proved something conclusively。 Otherwise it was a waste of time and you finished up with shit in your face。
He lit a Camel； inhaled deeply； rechecked his Progress Chart：
November 21…2 adults （1 male； 1 female both aged approx。 30）
1 male child aged approx。 10
1 ditto aged approx。 5
The youngster had died the first night； the ten…year…old the next day。 The male adult had made it until 23 November。 The woman lasted up until 25 November。
Conclusion： they couldn't live at that temperature。 The whole throwback species would be wiped out before the spring。 That would solve a lot of problems。
November 28…2 adults （1 male； 1 female both aged
approx。 20/25）
1 female child aged approx。 12 1 male child aged approx。 7
Temperature 28°F。
The two children died on 30 November； the adult male on 3 December； the female lasted up until 7 December。 Conclusion： the female of the species is more resilient。
But overall the throwbacks would be wiped out in a month at the most if the weather worsened。
Reitze had a meeting that afternoon with the Prime Minister； only their second in three months so it had to be something pretty important。 For once the Professor felt slightly uneasy。 He got the feeling that these guys were looking to throw the book at somebody； they needed a scapegoat。 They were starting to panic。
In the meantime he had better go and check the 'natural environment' experiments； the PM would want a full report。 He wouldn't take Westcote because the latter was being squeamish。 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 f