Robin Cook - Chromosome 6

“So far so good,” Jack said.

Warren was the first to reach the street. As he got a look to the west around the corner, he stopped abruptly and put his arms out to block the others. He backed up a step.

“We’re not going that way,” he said. “They’ve got a roadblock at the end of the street.”

“Uh-oh,” Laurie said. “Maybe they’ve sealed off the area.”

“You remember that power station we saw?” Jack said.

Everyone nodded.

“That power has to get over here to the hospital,” Jack said. “I’d bet there’s a tunnel.”

“Maybe,” Warren said. “But the trouble is we don’t know how to find it. Besides, I’m not thrilled about going back inside. Not with all those kids with AK-47’s.”

“Then let’s try walking across the square,” Jack said.

“Toward where we saw the soldiers?” Laurie questioned with dismay.

“Hey, if they’re over here at the hospital, there should be no problem,” Jack said.

“That’s a point,” Natalie agreed.

“Of course, we could always give ourselves up and say we’re sorry,” Jack said. “I mean, what can they do to us besides kick us the hell out. I think I’ve gotten what I came for, so it wouldn’t bother me in the slightest.”

“You’re joking,” Laurie said. “They’re not going to accept a mere apology. Warren struck that man; we’ve done more than trespass.”

“I’m joking to an extent,” Jack agreed. “But the man was sticking a gun in our face. That’s at least an explanation. Besides, we can leave a bunch of our French francs behind. Supposedly, that solves everything in this country.”

“It didn’t get us past the gate,” Laurie reminded him.

“All right, everything but get us in here,” Jack said. “But I’ll be very surprised if it doesn’t get us out.”

“We’ve got to do something,” Warren said. “The fire crew are already waving for the people to come back in the building. We’re going to be standing out here in this god-awful heat by ourselves.”

“So they are,” Jack said, squinting against the sunlight. He found his sunglasses and put them on. “Let’s try crossing the square before the soldiers return.”

Once again, they tried to walk calmly as if they were strolling. They got almost to the grass, when they became aware of a commotion at the door into the building. They all turned to see a number of the black-suited Arabs push their way pass the lab techs who were entering.

The Arabs rushed out into the sundrenched parking lot with their neckties flapping and their eyes squinting. Each brandished an automatic pistol in his hand. Behind the Arabs came several soldiers. Out of breath, they stood in the hot sun, panting while scanning the neighborhood.

Warren froze, and the rest of the group did the same.

“I don’t like this,” Warren said. “The six of them have enough fire power to rob the Chase Manhattan Bank.”

“They kind of remind me of the Keystone Cops,” Jack said.

“I don’t find anything about this comical at all,” Laurie said.

“Strangely enough, I think we’re going to have to walk back inside,” Warren said. “With these lab coats on they’re going to wonder why we’re standing out here.”

Before anyone could respond to Warren’s suggestion Cameron came out the door accompanied by two other men. One was dressed like Cameron: clearly a member of the security force. The other was shorter with a limp right arm. He, too, was dressed in khaki but without any of the martial embellishments the other two sported.

“Uh-oh,” Jack said. “I have a feeling we’ll be forced to use the apology approach after all.”

Cameron was holding a blood-spotted handkerchief to his nose, but it didn’t obstruct his vision. He spotted the group immediately and pointed. “That’s them!” he yelled.

The Moroccans and the soldiers responded immediately by surrounding the trespassers. Every gun was pointed at the group, who raised their hands without being told.

“I wonder if they’ll be impressed with my medical examiner badge?” Jack quipped.

“Don’t do anything foolish!” Laurie warned.

Cameron and his companions walked over immediately. Silently, the ring around the Americans opened to allow them through. Siegfried stepped to the forefront.

“We’d like to apologize for any inconvenience,” Jack began.

“Shut up!” Siegfried snapped. He walked around the group to eye them from all directions. When he got back to where he started, he asked Cameron if these were the people he’d encountered in the hospital.

“No doubt in my mind,” Cameron said while glaring directly into Warren’s face. “I hope you will indulge me, sir.”

“Of course,” Siegfried said with a slight wave of dismissal.

Without warning, Cameron punched Warren in the side of the face with a roundhouse blow. The sound was like a telephone directory falling to the floor. A plaintive whine escaped from Cameron’s lips as he grabbed his hand and gritted his teeth. Warren did not move a muscle. He may not have blinked.

Cameron swore under his breath and stepped away.

“Search them,” Siegfried commanded.

“We are sorry if we-” Jack began but Siegfried didn’t let him finish. He slapped him with an open fist hard enough to turn Jack’s head in the direction of the blow and raise a red welt on his cheek.

Cameron’s deputy quickly relieved Jack and the others of their passports, wallets, money, and car keys. He gave them to Siegfried, who slowly went through them. After he looked at Jack’s passport, he raised his eyes and glowered at him.

“I’ve been told you are a troublemaker,” Siegfried said with disdain.

“I’d rather think of myself as a tenacious competitor,” Jack said.

“Ah, arrogant as well,” Siegfried snarled. “I hope your tenacity comes in handy once you are turned over to the Equatoguinean military.”

“Perhaps we can call the American Embassy and resolve this,” Jack said. “We are, after all, government employees.”

Siegfried smiled, which actually only increased his scar-induced sneer. “American Embassy?” he questioned with uncamouflaged scorn. “In Equatorial Guinea! What a joke! Unfortunately for you, it’s out on the island of Bioko.” He turned to Cameron. “Put them in the jail but separate the men and the women!”

Cameron snapped his fingers for his deputy. He wanted the four handcuffed first. While this was in progress he and Siegfried drew off to the side.

“Are you really going to hand them over to the Equatoguineans?” Cameron asked.

“Absolutely,” Siegfried said. “Raymond told me all about Stapleton. They have to disappear.”

“When?” Cameron asked.

“As soon as Taylor Cabot leaves,” Siegfried said. “I want this whole episode kept quiet.”

“I understand,” Cameron said. He touched the brim of his hat and then went back to supervise the transfer of the prisoners to the jail in the basement of the town hall.

MARCH 9, 1997

4:15 P.M.

ISLA FRANCESCA

“SOMETHING very strange is going on,” Kevin said.

“But what?” Melanie said. “Should we get our hopes up?”

“Where could all the other animals be?” Candace questioned.

“I don’t know whether to be encouraged or concerned,” Kevin said. “What if they’re having Armageddon with the other group, and the fighting spreads to here?”

“God almighty,” Melanie commented. “I never thought of that.”

Kevin and the women had been virtual prisoners for over two days. They had not been allowed to leave the small cave the entire time of their confinement, and it now smelled as bad or worse than the outer cave. To relieve themselves, they’d been forced to go back into the tunnel which reeked like a mini-cesspool.