other hand, got enthusiastic about the paranormal, ancient
civilizations and black holes. It was amazing we stayed together
for as long as we did.
But here we were side-by-side again – on the
run from the authorities, to meet people I hardly knew and Sandi
had never met, with the aim of eradicating an unseen alien virus
from this planet – before it eradicated us all.
***
Six
Tony Stood on Carlton Hill looking down on a
busy Princes Street. It was dark, and the street lights had the
feel of Christmas. Would they ever see another Christmas, he
wondered. What the fuck were they going to do? He was glad to have
met Kevin though – they desperately needed more help. He drew on
his cigarette telling himself for the thousandth time that it was
his last, but knowing it wouldn’t be. Perhaps they should follow
Frank Peters lead and go out on the streets, go door-to-door
telling people about the virus. It did bring Kevin into the ranks,
after–all. But it got Frank killed too. Win one, lose one aren’t
very encouraging statistics – not when your numbers are so low. No,
if they’re going to get the message out, they’ve got to get to
people in their millions. And the only way to do that is by radio,
television – or the internet. The internet, yes. Frank had wanted
to do that, but Tony was much more cautious. ‘What if they trace
website, or the twitter account – or whatever – to us? In no time
at all, we could be arrested for one reason or another.’
He didn’t realize that he’d spoken the last
thought aloud until he heard Kate’s voice behind him.
“Arrested for what, Tony?”
He turned to face her with a sort of guilty
grin.
“For setting up a website to tell everyone
about the virus.”
“ I thought you were against that?”
“Yes, I was. But I’m beginning to change my
mind.
“Well, in the first place, it’s going to be
traceable to us – particularly if we want email contact. Second,
99.99% of the people who look at the site are going to be infected
by the virus, and will either take no notice – unless you call
laughing their socks off ‘noticing’ – or try to have us stopped by
the authorities. And thirdly, I haven’t a clue how to set up a
website, and I don’t know how we’re going to find a virus–free soul
to set one up for us.”
“Okay, I know I haven’t thought this through
fully, but I think we should consider it. What other options do we
have?”
Kate was quiet for a moment. She looked away
from Tony across to Princess Street and pondered. He was right –
they had no other options – except books and leaflets perhaps. But
then who would distribute them? Their main priority was not to get
caught – otherwise, it was all over – the virus would have won. She
sighed deeply and turned back to Tony.
“Yes, you’re right. Maybe Kevin could help
with a website – his magazine must have one, and he might know
someone we could trust. If someone could set up the basics, we
could add the juicy stuff.”
“You mean the bits where we say We’re all
doomed? ”
“Yes, that sort of thing.”
“Well, we’ve got to do something. I’ll get
in touch with Kevin tomorrow.”
They were both quiet for a few minutes,
watching the shimmering lights below, the cars making their way
from Princes Street up South Bridge, or down Leith Walk, and people
milling about in the street below.
“You’d hardly know there was anything wrong
with this planet, would you?” Kate shook her head. Tony continued,
“And yet, there’s a time–bomb ready to go off – and it’s ticking
inside every one of those people.”
*
Gareth paid for the drinks at the bar: a
bottle of Carlsberg and a Vodka-coke, and took them over to the
dark woman who was sitting on her own at a table in a dimly-lit
corner.
“Thanks Gareth.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You’ve been very quiet tonight – is
everything all right?”
“Fine, yes. I’ve just had a few things on my
mind,
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