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"Don't be absurd," Eric told him. "I am Dr. Matthew Williamson. I know the
prisoner to whom you refer. How could I possibly be confused with him? He's
tied down."
The shorter guard hesitated a moment, rubbed at his forehead. "Well, sure,
he's tied down, but you sure look like..." He reached for the phone on his
desk.
"I know." Eric took a step forward. "These credentials should take care of
everything."
The man seemed very light, but nothing surprised Eric anymore. He threw him at
the other guard. The stungun went off only once. Eric's shoulder tingled, but
he'd ducked most of the blast.
Then he was racing down the busy corridor, pushing white-clad doctors and
nurses and startled visitors aside. Minutes later the alarms began to go off.
He forced himself to slow to a walk as he turned a corner. In a prison a
running man is as conspicuous as a frog at a heron convention.
Shouts and yells sounded behind him and eventually the inevitable, "There he
goes!" Then the sounds of weapons firing, and this time not all of them were
stunguns.
He started running again. A guard appeared in his path and tried to swing the
muzzle of his rifle around.
Eric straight-armed him, a little harder than he meant to. The man went flying
over a desk and slammed into a window. Reinforcing wire woven through the
glass kept him from falling through, but he couldn't continue the chase.
Eric's hand had crushed his sternum.
He saw open doors and rushed through them. The sunlight, filtered through the
low rain clouds, was a warm shock to his system. Ahead lay. the main gate to
the compound, the only exit through a high wall-
another shock. Men on the platform above the gate were trying to aim something
long and metallic down into the grassy courtyard between wall and hospital.
Others on the grass clustered together in front of the gate and engaged in
animated discussion. They hadn't spotted him yet.
Oddly, his thoughts as he turned and ran to his left were centered on the
climate. What a wet, sorry country. Where was the England of innumerable
flowers and singing birds he'd read of so often? As he accelerated he saw
several men hurrying toward him on a three-seat cycle. They were yelling
something at him, but words no longer held meanings.
There was nowhere for him to go. Pursuit was closing in from both sides and
behind. Ahead lay only the wall, a much less ambiguous opponent. Putting his
arms across his face, he lowered his head and clenched his teeth.
A dull explosion sounded in his ears. He staggered, found himself suddenly
beyond the wall in open country, running across a field toward a nearby wall
of trees. He steadied himself and began to cross the open country in long,
effortless strides.
Behind him his closest pursuers, the three guards riding the cycle, ground to
a halt and dismounted.
Instead of hurrying after their quarry, they slowly approached the gap in the
wall. Thick at the base, it tapered to a sharp cement ridge crowned with three
high-voltage wires. The hole was ragged and uneven. Cement dust still fell
from the upper part of the gap. Gingerly, they felt the inexplicable opening.
"Well, come on," the oldest said, holding his weapon more tightly than usual.
"Let's get after him.'*
"You get after him, Max." The speaker was running a hand over the raw edge of
the hole.
"Let's go, I said. We've got an escaped prisoner out there." He pointed toward
the nearby woods. The third man shook his head and spoke with unaccustomed
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solemnity.
"That's not quite right, Max. There's an escaped something out there all
right, but it ain't no prisoner.
Have a seat and think about it some."
The corporal named Max hesitated, found himself eyeing the hole uncertainly.
"Somebody on the outside was helping him. They planted some kind of bomb and
timed it to go off as he was making his
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