After checking the gun and grabbing all the spare cartridges, Richard, Susan and Walther immediately left for the house, trusting that Tsuba would follow. They headed along the edge of the woods until they found a path. Kelvin Bright, looking every bit the weekend soldier in his flak jacket and peaked G.I.'s cap, met them just beyond the edge of the garden. His last two dogs, already worked up into a frenzy, were let loose,
“Terminate!” He roared out the familiar order.
*
Sir Clive carefully rinsed Rita’s brain under the running tap, her body on the operating table no longer of interest to him,
“Now we shall see.” He placed it on a steel tray and reached for a long scalpel.