Deborah slid the tray back into the refrigerated compartment and slammed the door. "Let's find a damn truck!"
With indignant anger helping to overcome the shock of their recent discovery, the women retraced their steps back into the barn proper. Emerging from the laboratory, their presence again caused a stirring among the animals. Previously it had been mainly the pigs close to the stairway door which had become aroused. Now it was more generalized with even the cows adding to the growing din.
The women went from door to door until they found a passageway leading to what they assumed would be a garage. But it turned out to be something more. With the light from two red exit signs, they could see it was a hangar. Bathed in the ruby glow was an Aerospatial turbojet helicopter.
"There's our answer, if we could only fly it,' Deborah said. She stood for a moment longingly admiring the craft.
"Come on,' Joanna urged. "I think there's a garage beyond this building."
Joanna turned out to be right, and when they went through the next door, they were rewarded to see a tractor and a dump truck. Both women headed for the truck.
"Keys be there!" Deborah prayed out loud as she mounted the truck's running board and got the door open. She swung herself up into the cab. Frantically her fingers searched for keys while Joanna held the light. Deborah checked along the steering column, then along the dash. She found the ignition key slot but no keys.
"Damn!" Deborah cursed and hit the steering wheel with the heel of her hand. "I suppose we could hotwire this thing if we only knew how." She glanced down at Joanna.
"Don't look at me," Joanna said. "I have no idea, not the slightest!"
"Let's go back to that office we saw in the barn," Deborah suggested. "Maybe the keys are there."
Deborah climbed out of the truck. The women retraced their steps back to the barn, giving the helicopter another longing look as they passed through the hangar.
As they came into the barn proper, the animals became even more agitated.
"They must think it's meal time," Deborah commented. The women reached the door to the office when they heard the unmistakable sound of a vehicle pulling up outside the barn. They'd also caught a glimpse of the headlights briefly coming through the windows of the door as the car turned before coming to a stop. "Oh no! We're going to have company!" Deborah rasped.
"Get back to the stairs!" Joanna cried.
The women bolted for the stairs, but they didn't make it. The barn door was rapidly keyed open and a figure burst within. The first thing he did was snap on the all the lights, catching the women more than twenty feet from their goal. All they could do was duck behind the cartons, hay bales, and feed sacks and hunker down while the man made his rounds among the stalls. They could hear him carrying on a continuous monologue with the animals, demanding among other things who was the culprit for getting everybody riled up.
"Do you think we should try to get to the stairs?" Deborah asked when it sounded as if the man was at a significant distance.
"Not unless you can see exactly where he is and whether or not he's adequately preoccupied."
Slowly Deborah raised herself until she had a view of the area of the stalls. She couldn't see the man although she could still hear him talking to one of the animals. Then suddenly he stood up, and Deborah ducked back down.
"He's not as far away as I thought," Deborah said.
"Then we'd better stay put," Joanna said.
"We could cover ourselves with some of this loose hay."
"I think we should just stay still and quiet,' Joanna said. "We should be okay unless he comes over here to get some of these supplies."
"If he comes over to go in the office, we might be in trouble."
"We'd just have to inch around the cartons," Joanna said. "That shouldn't be so hard, and once he was in there, we'd be able to get to the stairs."
Deborah nodded, but she wasn't so confident it would work. It was one of those things that sounded easy but would probably be difficult in reality.
Suddenly the women heard the sound of a second vehicle arriving outside. They exchanged a worried look. One person was enough of a problem, and two could be a disaster in the making.
The newcomer entered and the door banged behind him. The women cringed as they heard him yell out for Greg Lynch.
"Hey keep it down!" Greg called from one of the stalls. "The animals are restless as it is."
"Sorry" the newcomer said. "But we have an emergency underway."
"Oh?"
"We're looking for a couple of young women. They got in under aliases, hacked into the computer files, and broke into the egg room. Now they're somewhere out here on the premises."
"I haven't seen anyone," Greg said. 'And the barn's been locked."
"What are you doing down here at this time of night?"
"I've got a sow who's nearing term. Through the monitor I heard the animals getting restless; I thought maybe she was about to deliver, but she's okay."
"If you see the women when you're driving back to your place, let security know," the newcomer said. "They were over in the main building to start with, but we've been through it. They walked, but they haven't been back through the gate, so they're hiding someplace."
"Good luck."
"We'll get them. We've got the whole security team out searching, including all the dogs. And, by the way, the hard-wire phone system is off-line until they're apprehended. We don't want them calling out and causing us difficulties."
"No problem," Greg said. "I've got my cell phone."
After the men said their good-byes, the women heard the barn door open and then slam shut.
"This is going from bad to worse," Deborah whispered. "It sounds like they are combing the grounds."
"I don't like the idea of dogs after us," Joanna said.
"You and me both,' Deborah said. "It's a wonder they haven't thought of the tunnel."
"We don't know that they haven't."
"True," Deborah said. "But I have a feeling this fellow who just left would have mentioned it. Maybe the only way to the sub-basement over in the clinic building is via the freight elevator, and they'd never guess we'd be stupid enough to climb down the ladder."
"Do we dare go back down there?"
"If they've got dogs out looking for us, I don't think we have a lot of choice."
Fifteen minutes later the women heard Greg loudly yawn and sigh. Then he spoke out as if he were dealing with a clutch of children: "All right, you guys. Knock it off! I want you all to settle down because I don't want to have to come back here tonight."
With that said, Greg began to whistle softly. The women noticed the sound began to get louder, and Deborah hazarded a quick glance.
"He's heading for the office," Deborah whispered urgently.
Following Joanna's earlier suggestion the women crabbed along the floor in an attempt to keep the stack of supplies between themselves and Greg. It was an anxious maneuver as Deborah had anticipated, since they had to do it without looking. The man was heading in their general direction.
Once the sound of the office door closing reached them, Deborah's head popped up. "Okay," she whispered when she saw the coast was clear, and the two women beelined for the stairway door.
It wasn't until Joanna pulled the door closed that Deborah snapped on the flashlight. Wordlessly they descended the stairs. When they reached the bottom Joanna motioned for Deborah to stop. Both were mildly out of breath from tension and exertion.
"We've got to decide what we are going to do," Joanna said, speaking softly.
"I thought we were going to the power station."
"My vote is to go to Spencer Wingate," Joanna said. "There were no keys in the truck here at the farm. If there were a truck out at the power station, there's little guarantee there'd be keys. In fact, common sense would say there wouldn't be, and each time we poke our heads above ground we take the risk of being caught. I think it's time to take the chance with Wingate."
Deborah shifted her weight uneasily and chewed the inside of her cheek as she mulled over Joanna's suggestion. She hated making decisions that left no alternative available. If Spencer Wingate were in cahoots with the current Wingate Clinic hierarchy, she and Joanna would be sunk. It was as simple as that. Yet their situation had become desperate the moment they'd originally been chased back in the egg room and was now rapidly becoming untenable.