Catch Your Death. Mark Edwards

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СКАЧАТЬ was still running towards him in a straight line. Charging him. As Crewcut stopped and raised his gun, Sampson, without stopping, unsheathed the knife he had just pulled out of his pocket, releasing it expertly, it spun in the air before landing deep in the guard’s throat.

      Crewcut dropped to the grass. A few steps behind, the blond guard saw his colleague fall, and stumbled to a halt. He raised his gun and fired, but Sampson had anticipated this and veered to the left, the bullet cracking past him. Before the guard could fire another shot, Sampson was upon him.

      He grabbed the guard’s arm at the elbow and wrist and, raising his thigh, pushed his forearm swiftly down and snapped it. The guard choked on his own scream. Sampson took hold of the sides of the man’s head and, with a single twisting motion, broke his neck.

      He stepped over the body and ran into the building through the door the inept security guards had left open, looked left and right to get his bearings, and ran towards the laboratory where Dr Twigger’s light burned bright.

      Sampson kicked open the lab door and found Dr Twigger waiting for him. The scientist stood at the far end of the laboratory, holding a metal bar. Sampson imagined the doctor probably kept this bar with him for security. What a waste of time. Behind him stood a row of six cages, each containing a macaque monkey. The brown-furred monkeys stared at him implacably from behind the bars. Between Sampson and the doctor was a bench bearing lab equipment: high-powered microscopes, a computer, test tubes, a jumble of flasks and dishes and the other paraphernalia of lab life. A pair of rubber gloves lay inside-out on the bench, as if they’d just been hurriedly removed.

      Dr Twigger was a thin man in his late forties with hair that needed cutting. He looked like a frightened man who was desperate not to show that fear.

      ‘Get out,’ he said shakily, holding up the bar.

      Sampson walked up to him and punched him in the face before the doctor could swing the metal bar, which he wrenched from Twigger’s grip. He threw it across the lab, the loud clanging making the monkeys jump and screech. They leapt about their cages, baring their teeth. Sampson glanced at them.

      Twigger pulled himself upright. Blood trickled from his left nostril. He wiped it on the sleeve of his white coat.

      ‘If you’re planning to free these animals you’re making a big mistake. They’re sick and will attack humans. A monkey in that condition can do a lot of damage.’

      Sampson ignored him. He walked over to the computer and pressed a key on the keyboard, keeping one eye on the doctor. He examined the figures on the screen, then crouched down and unplugged the hard drive.

      ‘Where are the backups?’ he said.

      ‘Backups? There aren’t any.’

      Sampson put the hard drive down on the bench and walked towards Twigger, who took a step back towards the cages. The monkeys leapt forward in their cages, hissing.

      ‘Where are the backups?’ he repeated.

      ‘There aren’t any . . .’

      Sampson grabbed the doctor and turned him round, clutching the back of his neck. With his free hand he opened the door of the closest cage and pushed the doctor’s head inside. Dr Twigger knew not to cry out. Sampson felt him tremble.

      The monkey sat on the floor of the cage, eyeing the doctor’s scalp and baring its sharp teeth.

      Sampson said, ‘So they can do a lot of damage?’

      The doctor spoke in a whisper. ‘Yes. Please.’

      ‘I can’t hear you.’

      ‘Please.’

      He pushed Twigger’s head in further, glad of the leather gloves. The other monkeys were clinging to the bars of their cages, watching, waiting. If monkeys could make plans, dream of revenge, then surely they’d dreamt of getting revenge on this man who caged them and made them sick.

      ‘Where are the backups?’ he repeated.

      Twigger’s voice had risen an octave. ‘In the safe.’

      ‘Where’s the safe?’

      ‘In . . .’ Without warning, the monkey jumped across the cage, screaming. Twigger screamed too, but at the last moment Sampson pulled him clear and slammed the door in the monkey’s face. It struck the bars and landed on the floor of the cage, screeching.

      ‘The location of the safe and the combination,’ Sampson said in his usual quiet monotone.

      Twigger had pissed himself; Sampson could smell it. Twigger looked nervously over his shoulder at the monkey, who was now prowling around his cage, shaking his head.

      Sampson was beginning to lose his patience. He took hold of the doctor again and moved to push him back towards the cage.

      Twigger yelled, ‘No. The safe is next door. Combination 6471.’

      ‘Thank you. And the AG-769 virus?’

      ‘What?’

      ‘AG-769. Where is it stored?’

      The doctor was clearly confused. ‘Why do you want that?’

      ‘Just tell me where it is.’

      But the doctor had already given it away. His eyes had flicked towards the left.

      ‘Thank you,’ Sampson said.

      He pushed the doctor to the ground and knelt on his chest. He squeezed Twigger’s nose between forefinger and thumb and clamped a hand over his mouth. The doctor’s eyes were wide, pleading. The monkeys gazed down from their cage. Eventually, Dr Twigger stopped trying to struggle. Sampson had hoped he might feel something at the moment of the doctor’s death – not sympathy or sadness, necessarily, words he’d looked up in the dictionary and tried to understand – but something.

      As always, he felt nothing.

      Aware that he’d wasted precious seconds getting the combination out of the doctor – next time, he’d just go for the testicles; that always worked quickly – he opened the freezer and removed the vials containing the AG-769 virus and stored them in a padded wallet which he kept in his inside pocket. Back in the car he would transfer them to a portable freezer. He picked up the computer hard drive and realised he’d almost forgotten something. He took the animal rights leaflet with the picture of the cat out of his back pocket and left it lying on the dead doctor’s chest.

      In the office, he opened the safe and removed the backup disks that contained the crucial data.

      He exited the building and walked through the darkness towards his car.

      As he got in, one of his two mobile phones rang. It was his second phone. Only one person had this number. Was Gaunt checking up on him to make sure he’d done what he’d said he would? The arsehole. He’d never let him down before.

      ‘I’m done,’ he snapped as he answered the call.

      The voice on the other end was calm. ‘Excellent. I knew you would. But that’s not what I’m calling about.’

      ‘No?’

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