They claimed a front row position and sat down.
Amy looked around the auditorium. ‘I don’t see any TV cameras.’
‘They’ll be round the back setting up,’ said Timi. ‘That’s what they do when they record concerts. They park the outside broadcast lorry in the alley at the back and the cameras transmit to it—’
The rest of his words were cut off by the fire alarm.
Timi couldn’t believe it. ‘Of all the times to hold a fire drill …’
Amy looked around to see what everyone else was doing. ‘Do we have to go out? Maybe we can just stay here.’
Conference centre officials appeared at the doors, wearing fluorescent vests and armbands. They beckoned people towards the fire exits.
A voice came over the tannoy: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we respectfully request that you vacate the building. The public debate will take place at another time.’
Timi felt like spitting with rage. Amy and Wez pushed him along towards the door.
‘I haven’t been breaking my ass all morning for the debate to be cancelled!’ Timi’s English was slipping again as he became angry. He lapsed into a torrent of angry-sounding Korean.
‘It’s a conspiracy, mate, is what it is,’ reckoned Wez. ‘They don’t want us to be heard. The Pentagon will have made some calls and they’ve got these blokes here jumping through hoops.’
They reached the corridor, but as the crowd turned right, Timi, Amy and Wez hung back to wait for Bo and Joseph.
Bo touched Timi’s arm and pointed behind them.
Coming down the corridor from the other direction was a petite woman wearing a slightly crumpled safari suit, with a determined expression and straight red hair. She was talking to the American army guy.
Wez bristled. ‘There he is, about to get away scot-free.’
‘No he isn’t,’ said Timi. He strode up to Bel and Major Kurtis. The others followed.
‘Dr Kelland? Major? I know a quicker way out. Go back the way you came.’
The major hesitated, but Bel turned round immediately and quickly set off down the corridor. The major could barely keep up with her.
Following behind Timi, Amy bit her lip. What was he up to? she wondered.
Timi directed Bel and the major into the maze of passages behind the stage. After a few turnings he pulled open a door. ‘Stop, stop,’ he called. ‘You’ve overshot — it’s this way.’
Bel followed his instructions: like most forthright people, her first assumption was always that others were telling her the truth. Major Kurtis and the Oz Protectors hurried along behind her.
But then Bel realized where they were and looked round. ‘I think we must have taken a wrong turn. This is the janitor’s office.’
Timi stood in the doorway, blocking her exit. ‘No we haven’t taken a wrong turn, Dr Kelland.’ He nodded at the others. ‘We need to get the major.’ Then he grabbed Major Kurtis and pinned his arms behind his back. Although uncertain, Wez stepped forward to help; he was as tall as the older man and could subdue him easily.
The colour drained from Bel’s face. ‘What is this?’
Timi ignored her. ‘Major,’ he said in a dangerously calm voice, ‘I must ask you to come with us.’
Bel’s words came out as a rasp: ‘What do you want?’
The fire alarm was still ringing. ‘Let’s get out,’ said Joseph. ‘Shall we take her as well?’
Bel spoke through white lips. ‘Are you kidnapping us?’
‘We don’t need to take her,’ said Bo. ‘Shall we let her go?’
Wez shook his head. ‘She’ll raise the alarm.’ His eyes were wide behind his glasses. Caught up in the sudden turn of events, following Timi’s lead, he had a fanatical look.
Timi decided: ‘We’ll bring the major out here. Lock her in.’
Wez frogmarched the major back into the corridor, then Bo shut the door on Bel, dragged a chair across and jammed it up against the door, under the handle. The door thundered as Bel’s fists pounded on it. The handle jerked up and down, but with the chair under it she couldn’t turn it. And with the noise of the fire alarm no one would hear her.
‘We can’t leave her here …’ said Amy uncertainly, looking back at the door as she followed the others out.
‘Once the fire drill’s over somebody will soon find her,’ said Bo. ‘Come on, Ames.’
The corridor led to the back entrance, where the TV crew would be parked. Timi grabbed the major’s pinioned arm and jerked it forwards. ‘Walk. You’re going to tell the nation about those experiments you’ve been doing.’
The major did as he was told, but said nothing.
Amy ran ahead. ‘I’ll go and tell the TV guys we’re coming.’
Bo joined her and the two girls sprinted down the corridor. They pushed open the double doors at the end and went out onto the metal gantry of the fire escape.
A moment later they came back.
‘There’s no news crew here,’ called Bo.
Timi grabbed the major’s arm and pushed him the rest of the way up the corridor and out of the door. He stood on the metal gantry by the goods entrance, looking around in disbelief. The alleyway was full of smoke, and there was no sign of a TV crew.
‘Oh my God.’ Joseph pointed upwards and the others followed his terrified gaze.
The entire sky had changed colour. It was filled with boiling clouds of black and orange. Sirens wailed and, at the end of the alleyway, a fire engine roared past, its blue lights cutting through the smog like bolts of lightning.
Amy realized that people were running past in the street. ‘We’d better get out of here,’ she said.
‘No,’ snarled Timi. ‘We’re going to do the interview ourselves. Bo, get out your phone.’
‘Don’t be an idiot, Tim,’ said Amy. ‘We should go.’
Bo was looking at the display on her phone, lining up the shot. ‘Ready. Timi, you get in there next to the major.’
Timi looked the major full in the eye. ‘Your listening station in Coober Pedy. What’s really going on there?’
Major Kurtis kept his face impassive. He spoke patiently and calmly. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
Wez tightened his grip on the major’s other arm. ‘You’re lying.’
Timi kicked the major in the shin. He winced at the pain.
‘So why is the population out there getting so ill? What are you messing with? Is it biological warfare? Radioactive fallout?’
The major let out a long, slow breath, composing himself. He looked away from Timi, directly into the camera. ‘This is a free country. If you have a reasonable objection you can make it democratically. You don’t have to do it with violence.’
Timi had had enough. ‘You lying bastard.’ He pulled something out of his pocket. A long blade glinted in his hand. A flick knife.
Amy, Wez, Joseph and Bo gasped in horror. The major stiffened with shock. Wez momentarily loosened his grip on the major’s arms, but the man was surrounded so he wasn’t going anywhere.
Timi grabbed the major’s lapel and pressed the blade against the skin of his throat. ‘You think you can keep a thing like this covered up, you arrogant bastard? I’ll tell you what I’m going to do; I’m going to make you talk.’
Bo looked at Amy. Her eyes were fearful and brimming with tears. Amy reached her hand towards Timi’s arm, but didn’t dare touch him. Wez tightened his grip on the major again. Joseph looked as though he wanted to run away.
The major swallowed. His Adam’s apple went up and down his throat, making the gleaming blade rise and fall. ‘I will offer no resistance,’ he said. The words sounded like a standard phrase learned on some military course.