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Kilkorne because it's the only tower we're in
contact with.'
    'OK,' Janet said, 'it's probably best if we switch the phones
off anyway. I don't imagine a single one of us has brought a phone
charger with them.'
    With reluctance, the others either mumbled or nodded their
assent, and phones were switched off.
    'Right, let's settle down for the night. We've had quite
enough excitement in my opinion.'
    'Girls up here with us?' Karen said.
    'Us chaps will take the museum on the floor below, then,'
Graham said.
     
    Graham woke at around two a.m., knowing that, although he'd
only managed four hours sleep, he was too wide awake to go back to
it. He lay still for a while, trying to think what had roused him.
Bill, Fred and Steve were still fast asleep. It wasn't just the
hardness of the floorboards in the museum, mitigated to only a
small extent by the few cushions they had found, something was
nagging at the back of his mind. His thoughts were circling around
how they might be able to get away from Kilkorne altogether. They
could try and walk out but it was over a mile to the other side of
the village from the school; and what would await them after that,
other than getting caught? No, they needed some sort of transport.
There was the grocer's delivery van but he could see them getting
stopped instantly if they tried to drive out in broad daylight.
That only left driving out at night. But how to get away without
alerting whichever soldier was on duty halfway up Academy Row,
between the school and the castle?
     

Chapter 10: The Plan
    Graham's plan slowly came together: keep as much as possible
of the goods in the van, stacking the boxes against the back doors,
so as to create a space right in the middle to conceal everyone.
Everyone, except for the driver. Even if the van was stopped and
the rear doors opened, all that could be seen would be cartons of
foodstuffs. Then there was the problem of noise; the engine
couldn't be started initially because it would attract the
attention of the soldier on lookout duty. The van would have to be
pushed out of the school yard onto the downhill section of Academy
Row that skirted the village. Once the van had freewheeled to a
side road that took a circuitous route to the cliff road, they
could start the engine. They needed to do it while it was still
dark, though, and they needed some way of getting up the cliff road
without using headlights and without raising suspicion.
    Leaving the museum quietly, he went down the stairs into the
shop where Karen had left the scanning radio. As he couldn't get
back to sleep and couldn't think of how to complete his plan, he
decided to listen in for coms traffic between the army units. He
listened with his ear pressed to the speaker set at very low
volume, so as not to disturb the others. For more than half an
hour, there had been nothing but the occasional routine order given
and a reply from a subordinate. Graham was about to switch off to
conserve battery power, when he picked up a transmission from
Breathdeep to the army commander at Kilkorne.
    'Professor Mason?'
    'Hodgeson?'
    'Yes, best to make sure you're talking to the right man, under
the circumstances.'
    'What's happening in Kilkorne?'
    'I've got sentries posted around the village. No sign of any
significant movement, apart from a couple of jumpy soldiers. Few
rumours, nothing we're not dealing with.'
    'No sign of the missing civilians?'
    'Not one. I don't believe they could have been killed, either
by zombies or friendly fire. We've combed everywhere, both intact
structures and anywhere that was destroyed both before and
after.'
    'Any idea where they should have been?'
    'Well, the kids should have been in the school of course,
where we scooped up all the ones we've sent over to you. The adults
all had jobs around the harbour. One of them, a Mrs Reynolds, was
the harbourmaster.'
    'Really? So one of the missing kids is her son.
Interesting.'
    'Bit of a coincidence.'
    'Yes, I can't imagine where but I'd