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Authors: Brian Falkner

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“I don’t…wait,” Tane said. Something about the background of the photos was familiar. Suddenly he got it. The painting on the wall behind them. It was
Tuatara Dawn.

“Oh crap, they’re from the security cameras on Motukiekie,” Tane said. “We should have thought of that. They have gone back through the old security tapes! Crap!”

“We’ve got to warn Fatboy!” Rebecca shrieked. “With that
moko,
they’ll recognize him in a second. We’ve got to stop him!”

“I think we’re already too late,” Tane said. “We’ve got to get out of here now!”

Crap! Why had he let Fatboy go off without telling him about the message?

“No! We’ve got to warn him!” Rebecca said, charging down the hallway to her room. “If he doesn’t install the Chronophone, there won’t even be a Chronophone. Or a Lotto ticket. Or a submarine!”

She grabbed her cell phone off the desk and started to dial, but stopped abruptly. She remained stuck in the doorway as if transfixed by the frame.

Tane caught up with her and stood beside her.

The second copy of the Chronophone message was still on the printer. In his haste and anger, he had forgotten about it.

“There’s a new message,” Rebecca said in bewilderment. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I…”

She scanned quickly through the string of letters, then came back to the words at the start.

“Fatboy don’t go,” she read out slowly. She turned to face him. “Oh my God! You already knew.”

She stared at him, her face just a few inches away from his.

“You knew!”

There was nothing to say.

“You knew and you said nothing. You’ve destroyed it all. You let Fatboy go, despite the warning. Tane!” She screamed his name out suddenly, from close range. Tane recoiled and tried to think of anything that would lessen what he had done.

“This was because you saw me and him together, wasn’t it?” Rebecca said slowly. “You were going to tell us and then you saw us, and then you didn’t. You stupid…”

Her legs suddenly seemed unsteady, and she took two short steps and collapsed onto the side of her bed.

“Tane,” she said softly, “I just broke up with Fatboy. I told you, I was just saying goodbye.”

“Oh, Rebecca,” Tane breathed. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

She blocked her ears like a child. “I don’t want to hear it!” she screamed. “I don’t want to hear it!” She took a long breath and continued, more calmly, “Tane, I’ve known you all my life, and it turns out that I don’t know you at all.”

He moved toward her, his arms held out.

“Get away from me!” she screamed, and that was when the roof fell in.

There was a huge flash and an enormous crack of thunder that pulverized his brain. The windows were gone, smoke was swirling around in the draft from outside, and there were men everywhere. Men in black uniforms with black masks and black guns.

In a daze, he saw them dive on top of Rebecca, forcing her facedown onto the bed, her knees on the floor. He thought she might have screamed, but he couldn’t be sure. Then the men had him, too, banging his face down onto the carpet, twisting his arms behind him.

The smoke danced around his head, and spots danced around his eyes from the pain of his arms, twisted so high he thought they must already be broken. Rebecca was screaming and someone else was screaming and it was him.

Then everything turned to black.

 

Z
ETA

Tane watched the chimpanzee, watching
him. There were two chimpanzees, actually, but only one was watching him. The other was watching Rebecca. His was called Z2. At least that was what it said on the cage. Rebecca’s was Z1.

Z1 was the younger of the two, as far as Tane could tell, but he was no expert at guessing the age of chimpanzees. It was just the wise, almost serene expression in the eyes of Z2 and the way she sat, erectly, regally, with her hands clasped together in her lap. Hers was the face of a sad clown.

Z1 had a more mischievous expression. Impish, if you could call a chimpanzee “impish.” Perhaps that would make it “chimpish,” Tane thought.

The cages were set up near the center of what should have been the central restaurant of a fancy new hotel, the Hyatt Kingsgate in the seaside town of Orewa, except that the chairs and tables were stacked against the walls.

Not all the chairs and tables. The two chimpanzee cages rested heavily on the polished wooden surface of a couple of tables. Other tables were full of test tubes and petri dishes, being worked on by men in black space suits with open faceplates.

In the very center of the restaurant, three tables supported a long glass tank of some kind, covered with white tablecloths.

Rebecca and Tane sat quietly. The soldiers who had brought them here had not exactly encouraged talking, but Tane suspected that Rebecca would not have had a lot to say to him if it had been allowed. Nothing nice anyway.

They had been brought here half an hour ago. The troopers who had raided their house in West Harbor had brought them directly here, sat them down, and left them in the care of these other men, in the black space suits.

Where was Rebecca’s mum?
he wondered.
Had she been arrested also?

The troopers at the house had been New Zealanders. SAS, Tane guessed. But these were not. The murmured conversations all had an American burr to them. Anyway, he recognized the uniforms, the space suits. These were the men they had met on the island.

They waited, and watched the chimps. The chimps watched them back until eventually they tired of that and started watching each other and playing with the newspaper that lined the bottoms of their cages.

Eventually, a door opened and a tall man entered, talking into a mobile phone. Tane recognized him immediately. The leader of the soldiers: Dr. Anthony Crowe.

Two other soldiers entered behind Dr. Crowe. Between them they held the defiant shape of Harley Rawhiri Williams. Fatboy. His arms, like those of Tane and Rebecca, were fastened behind his back by a plastic tie, but his chin jutted staunchly. He walked with his usual swagger, and he still wore his hat. The scientist they had seen on the television, Dr. Lucy Southwell, followed.

Dr. Crowe pocketed his mobile phone and stopped in front of Rebecca and Tane. He opened his mouth to speak, but Fatboy spoke first.

“Sorry, guys,” he said.

Tane glanced involuntarily at Rebecca. Would she tell? Let Fatboy know what he had done? She didn’t get the chance.

“Found your voice at last,” Crowe said amicably. “That’s two more words than I’ve heard out of you the entire time I’ve known you. Sit down.”

He motioned to the other two soldiers, who sat Fatboy down next to Rebecca.

Crowe pulled up a chair, turned it backward, and straddled it, facing them, resting his arms on the chair back.

He pulled Rebecca’s notebook from a pocket on his leg and thumbed through it, frowning. Eventually, he closed it and put it back in his leg pocket.

He looked at them for a few moments, then said, with a glance at Southwell, “Cut them loose.”

An even taller man with a mop of curly hair and a Texan accent said, “You sure, Stony?”

Crowe nodded. “These kids aren’t terrorists. I’d stake my life on it. Him, I wasn’t sure about”—he jerked his head at Fatboy—“but these two, definitely not.”

The Texan produced a pair of cutters and motioned them to lean forward, so he could reach behind and cut the plastic ties.

“Just promise me you won’t go jumping overboard again,” Crowe said with something that approached a quick smile.

“Can’t promise anything,” Rebecca said.

“Well, if you must,” he sighed, “but we’re two stories up, and I think you’ll find the landing a bit harder this time.”

“How did you find us?” she asked.

“Fingerprints,” Crowe answered.

“From the air bottles?”

Fatboy said, “There was a roadblock at the end of the street. I didn’t even have time to call and warn you.”

Rebecca glared at Crowe. He picked at something in a tooth with his tongue and stared back at her. Southwell pulled up a chair and sat next to him. After a while, Crowe asked, “Who are you? And what were you doing on the island? Why were you at the research lab?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“You have no idea what I would believe. Especially today. Especially here.”

Tane could see Rebecca thinking. He wondered if she would tell the full truth. They might not believe all of it. Which would make them not believe any of it.

Rebecca must have thought the same, because she just said, “We were trying to stop the Chimera Project.”

“Why?”

Why!
He hadn’t said
what,
Tane realized. So he knew about the Chimera Project.

“Because we believed that bad things would come of it, if it was allowed to proceed. That there might be a man-made disaster.”

“Do you think this is that man-made disaster?” Crowe asked, waving a hand toward the north.

“Do you?”

He pursed his lips a moment before answering. “I think we have a bunch of bioterrorists loose with some new weapon. What that has to do with Professor Green, I couldn’t say. So tell me why you were so worried about the project. Tell me how you knew about the project.”

“We met Professor Green on the island a few weeks earlier,” Rebecca said truthfully, then lied, “She told us all about it.”

Crowe considered that for a few moments.

“Do you believe them?” Southwell asked.

Crowe looked around. “It fits the facts. The fact that they arrived on the island after everyone had disappeared.”

He turned back to Rebecca. “I sure would like to know how a bunch of kids could afford that dinky little submarine, though.”

“We won the Lotto,” Rebecca said evenly. “Where’s the sub now?”

Southwell answered, “It’s safe. Don’t worry about it. We towed it to the naval base at Devonport.”

Crowe said, “So you won the lottery and decided to spend your winnings on a submarine, then used it to sneak onto an island and try to break into a genetics lab?”

“Yes. That pretty much sums it up.”

“And the cryptic messages in the notebook?”

“Our plans. We wrote them in code in case the notebook got lost.”

Good call, Tane thought. The cryptic messages would look like code to an outsider.

“And I’m sure there’s a very glib explanation for the strange transmitter in the aluminum briefcase.”

“Sure,” Rebecca said easily. “We were going to connect it to a mast at the Skytower. It uses gamma rays, which transmit through water. It lets us connect to the Internet, even when we are submerged.” She smiled. “Check our e-mail, you know.”

It almost seemed believable.

Crowe thought it over. “Gamma rays, huh?” He seemed uncertain. “There are some holes in what you’re telling me. Some damn big holes. But overall, I’ll buy it.”

He took out the notebook and handed it to her. “Seems we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Stony Crowe, from the U.S. Army Bioterrorism Response Force.”

“Rebecca Richards.” She took the book tentatively, as if there might be a trap of some kind in it.

“Harley Williams,” Fatboy said.

“Tane Williams,” Tane said in turn.

Lucy Southwell introduced herself.

“Well, seeing as you know so much about the Chimera Project,” Crowe said, “perhaps you could enlighten us a little. We’ve been through Professor Green’s notes, but there’s nothing to indicate any kind of a problem or how it could be used by terrorists.”

Tane started to protest that they knew absolutely nothing about the Chimera Project, but Rebecca shot him a warning glance. An icy-cold warning glance.

“Happy to help,” she said.

“Did Professor Green mention anything to you about macroscopic pathogens or bacterial clusters?”

She hadn’t. Tane had never heard of either. Rebecca evidently had, though, as she said, “That’s impossible.”

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