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Three of them had hold of Susan, and were dragging her screaming out into the hall.

door begin to splinter. Susan was talking on the phone. Time was running out. Why didn't some of the locals do something? Or were they in sympathy with these louts who sought revenge on the man who was responsible for the terrible mutated virus?

Fists were pummelling him the whole time. His eyes were smarting from the smoke, and only the coolness of the night air on his face told him that they were outside. He was flung to the pavement. Boots thudded into his body, and he groaned aloud. It felt as though a rib was broken, but his main concern was for Susan. He looked up, trying to see her through a forest of legs. Then he heard her scream, 'Let go of me '

'Dial 999,' he said pushing Susan gently away. 'I'll try and keep 'em talking in the meantime.'

'Dial 999,' he said pushing Susan gently away. 'I'll try and keep 'em talking in the meantime.'

Newman peered out again. The houses around were in darkness. Only a single streetlamp lit up the bizarre scene. The residents were obviously not going to tangle with the youths. He wondered if anybody was phoning the police.

'We want you. You started this fuckin' disease, and if we've all gotta die then you're goin' to be the first'

'We want you. You started this fuckin' disease, and if we've all gotta die then you're goin' to be the first'

'We want you. You started this fuckin' disease, and if we've all gotta die then you're goin' to be the first'

'Yes.' She wiped her smarting eyes. 'Gave them the address...'

A denim-clad arm was thrust in through the flapping curtains. The fingers gripped a rolled newspaper, the flames licking at the nylon material, igniting it instantly.

'Calm yourselves.' Newman tried to speak evenly. 'The matter is under control. There is no need for panic.'

'Calm yourselves.' Newman tried to speak evenly. 'The matter is under control. There is no need for panic.'

'Shut your trap' The other struck the professor across the face with the back of his free hand, and Newman tasted blood in his mouth as he staggered back.

'What d'you want?' Brian Newman shouted, and dodged back as another stone came whizzing into the room.

'Get your hands off me' Newman hissed.

Her attempts to raise his spirits were interrupted by a crashing and splintering of glass. A heavy object thudded on to the carpet and bounced against the fireplace. It was a jagged half-brick. The curtains blew inwards as the warm breeze of a hot summer's night wafted through the smashed pane.

'What the hell' Professor Newman was on his feet immediately. A hail of stones crashed into the small living-room, smashing the remaining panes of glass in the window, their force retarded by the obstructing flapping curtains.

'Shut your trap' The other struck the professor across the face with the back of his free hand, and Newman tasted blood in his mouth as he staggered back.

'What d'you want?' Brian Newman shouted, and dodged back as another stone came whizzing into the room.

'What the hell' Professor Newman was on his feet immediately. A hail of stones crashed into the small living-room, smashing the remaining panes of glass in the window, their force retarded by the obstructing flapping curtains.

'Come on out, Newman' Someone was hammering and kicking on the front door. 'What's going on?' Susan breathed. Newman pushed her behind him and moved to the window, parting one of the curtains slightly so that he could see outside. The scene which met his eyes caused him to catch his breath.

'Dial 999,' he said pushing Susan gently away. 'I'll try and keep 'em talking in the meantime.'

Youths crowded into the room, young faces twisted into expressions of hate and fear. Several of them had knives. The big fellow, the one who had done most of the threatening and shouting, pushed his way to the front and grabbed Newman by the front of his pullover.

Her attempts to raise his spirits were interrupted by a crashing and splintering of glass. A heavy object thudded on to the carpet and bounced against the fireplace. It was a jagged half-brick. The curtains blew inwards as the warm breeze of a hot summer's night wafted through the smashed pane.

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