Midnight by Dean R. Koontz

He did not understand half of what was happening in this town. He could not have explained, in the shorthand of a Bureau bulletin, even as much as he did understand. But he quickly crafted a summary which he believed was as accurate as it had to be—and which he hoped would get them off their duffs and running.

ACTION ALERT MOONLIGHT COVE, CALIFORNIA * SCORES DEAD. CONDITION DETERIORATING. HUNDREDS MORE COULD DIE WITHIN HOURS. * NEW WAVE MICROTECHNOLOGY ENGAGED IN ILLICIT EXPERIMENTS ON HUMAN SUBJECTS, WITHOUT THEIR KNOWLEDGE. CONSPIRACY OF WIDEST SCOPE. * THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE CONTAMINATED. * REPEAT, ENTIRE POPULATION OF TOWN CONTAMINATED. * SITUATION EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. * CONTAMINATED CITIZENS SUFFER LOSS OF FACULTIES, EXHIBIT TENDENCY TO EXTREME VIOLENCE. * REPEAT. EXTREME VIOLENCE. * REQUEST IMMEDIATE QUARANTINE BY ARMY SPECIAL FORCES. ALSO REQUEST IMMEDIATE, MASSIVE, ARMED BACKUP BY BUREAU PERSONNEL.

He gave his position at the high school on Roshmore, so incoming support would have a place to start looking for him, though he was not certain that he, Tessa, and Chrissie could safely continue to take refuge there until reinforcements arrived. He signed off with his name and Bureau ID number.

That message was not going to prepare them for the shock of what they would find in Moonlight Cove, but at least it would get them on the move and encourage them to come prepared for anything.

He typed TRANSMIT, but then he had a thought and wiped the word from the screen. He typed REPEAT TRANSMISSION.

The computer asked NUMBER OF REPEATS?

He typed 99.

The computer acknowledged the order.

Then he typed TRANSMIT again and pressed the ENTER button.

WHAT OFFICES?

He typed ALL.

The screen went blank. Then: TRANSMITTING.

At the moment every KEY laser printer in every Bureau field office in the country was printing out the first of ninety-nine repeats of his message. Night staffers everywhere soon would be climbing the walls.

He almost whooped with delight.

But there was more to be done. They were not out of this mess yet.

Sam quickly returned to the KEY menu and tapped selection A — NIGHT OPERATOR. Five seconds later he was in touch with the agent manning the KEY post at the Bureau’s central communications room in Washington. A number flashed on the screen—the operator’s ID—followed by a name, ANNE DENTON. Taking immense satisfaction in using high technology to bring the downfall of Thomas Shaddack, New Wave, and the Moonhawk Project, Sam entered into a long-distance, unspoken, electronic conversation with Anne Denton, intending to spell out the horrors of Moonlight Cove in more detail.

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Though Loman no longer was interested in the activities of the police department, he switched on the VDT in his car every ten minutes or so to see if anything was happening. He expected Shaddack to be in touch with members of the department from time to time. If he was lucky enough to catch a VDT dialogue between Shaddack and other cops, he might be able to pinpoint the bastard’s location from something that was said.

He didn’t leave the computer on all the time because he was afraid of it. He didn’t think it would jump at him and suck out his brains or anything, but he did recognize that working with it too long might induce in him a temptation to become what Neil Penniworth and Denny had become—in the same way that being around the regressives had given rise to a powerful urge to devolve.

He had just pulled to the side of Holliwell Road, where his restless cruising had taken him, had switched on the machine, and was about to call up the dialogue channel to see if anyone was engaged in conversation, when the word ALERT appeared in large letters on the screen. He pulled his hand back from the keyboard as if something had nipped at him.

The computer said, SUN REQUESTS DIALOGUE.

Sun? The supercomputer at New Wave? Why would it be accessing the police department’s system?

Before another officer at headquarters or in another car could query the machine, Loman took charge and typed DIALOGUE APPROVED.

REQUEST CLARIFICATION, Sun said.

Loman typed YES, which could mean GO AHEAD.

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