‘But you didn’t get him? Where is he now, outside?’ Khuv held his breath. He knew that Agursky mustn’t escape.
‘No, he ducked back inside. We burned him a little, I think.’
‘You think?’
‘It all happened so very quickly, sir.’
Khuv thought fast. ‘Are the people out yet?’
‘Most of them, but they’re still coming. I’ve called up trucks from the barracks, else they’d all freeze out here.’
‘Good man!’ Khuv sighed his relief. ‘Now listen: let everyone out except Agursky. If he shows up again give him all you’ve got. Kill him, burn him, destroy him utterly! Have you got that?’
‘Yes, sir.’
Khuv put the phone down, turned to the others. ‘He’s still in here. Him and us, and maybe a few stragglers.- Oh, and the soldiers at the core, and whoever else is down there with them.’ He turned to Luchov. ‘The first button sounds the klaxons, right?’
Luchov nodded. ‘You know it does – if they’re still working.’
Khuv reached across and pressed button number one. He gave Luchov no time to think or to argue, simply did it. The alarms were still working: their monotonous yet nerve-wrenching howling started up at once. It was like the crying of some vast, wounded prehistoric beast.
‘But what are you doing?’ Luchov gasped.
‘Getting those soldiers out of it,’ Khuv nodded at the screens. Down at the core all such niceties as orders went to the wall. Those men down there knew what the klaxons meant. And they’d had enough. Nerves could stand just so much, and then no more. In a matter of moments it was chaos, a panic-flight. The staircase was packed with fleeing men; the Katushev teams were scrambling out of their kit, running for it. A Sergeant-Major fired his pistol into the air once, twice, then holstered it and joined the rush.
Khuv laughed, slapped his thigh, punched Litve’s shoulder. ‘Agursky can’t get out,’ he said. ‘He’s in here, probably wounded, and those men – heavily armed men – are coming up from below. And we’re going down from the top!’
‘You’re right,’ Luchov gasped. ‘But me, I’m staying right here. If he comes back this way I’ll make sure he doesn’t get in here; also, I’m not chancing meeting him between here and the exit!’
‘Good,’ said Khuv. ‘But we’ll need your flame-thrower. Here – ‘ He brought out his automatic and handed it over. ‘It’s not much but better than nothing.’
Luchov let them out into the corridor. ‘Good luck,’ he said, simply.
‘You too,’ Khuv nodded. Then Luchov quickly closed the door and locked it …
Half-way between Failsafe Control and the magmass levels, they met the soldiers coming up. They came at the stampede, until Khuv called out: ‘It’s OK, you men. There’s no problem. We have a maniac running loose, that’s all. The scientist, Vasily Agursky. Has anyone seen him?’
‘No, sir,’ the Sergeant-Major who had fired his pistol down at the core came to attention, saluted. ‘I’m afraid we all panicked, sir, and – ‘
‘Forget it,’ Khuv said. ‘You were supposed to panic. That way I could be sure you’d get out of there fast, that’s all.’
‘You see, sir,’ the other was at pains to explain, ‘the phones have been out for some time, so we guessed there was a problem. Then, when those klaxons started up – ‘
‘I said forget it!’ Khuv snapped. ‘Now get your men out of here – I mean right out of it. Out of the Projekt.’
Litve grabbed his arm. ‘But they could be of assistance,’ he protested.
Khuv shook his head. ‘With them out of the way, anything else that moves has to be Agursky. And anything that moves dies! Let’s go.’
They proceeded to the magmass levels, checking rooms and laboratories as they went. And all the while the klaxons sounding, sounding, sounding, and their flesh crawling on them like they were covered in cockroaches …
Up in Failsafe Control, Viktor Luchov heard the pounding of booted feet as the core’s military units vacated the Projekt. Well, at least they were out of it now. That left Khuv and Litve, and whatever else was down there waiting for them. Luchov glanced again at the silent, now motionless screens – especially the centre screen, which showed the core and the Gate – then returned to his private thoughts. Thoughts about Khuv. He had never much cared for the man; the KGB were a brutal lot. And yet now . . .