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ause to you； a lie es more naturally than the truth。
'Okay； I'm lying；' Kurtz said； never missing a beat。 He gave Owen a quick gleaming look before dropping his gaze to his cigarette again。 'But the facts are true and verifiable。 Some of them do explode and turn into red dandelion fluff。 The fluff is Ripley。 You inhale enough of it and in a period of time we can't yet predict … it could be an hour or two days … your lungs and brain are Ripley salad。 You look like a walking patch of poison sumac。 And then you die。
'There will be no mention of our little venture earlier today。 According to the President's version； the ship； which had apparently been badly damaged in the crash； was either blown up by its crew or blew up on its own。 All the grayboys were killed。 The Ripley； after some initial spread； is also dying； apparently because it does very poorly in the cold。 The Russians corroborate that； by the way。 There has been a fairly large kill…off of animals； which also carry the infection。'
'And the human population of Jefferson Tract？'
'POTUS is going to say that about three hundred people … seventy or so locals and about two hundred and thirty hunters are currently being monitored for the Ripley fungus。 He will say that while some appear to have been infected； they also appear to be beating the infection with the help of such standard antibiotics as Ceftin and Augmentin。'
'And now this word from our sponsor；' Owen said。 Kurtz laughed； delighted。
'At a later time； it's going to be announced that the Ripley seems a little more antibiotic…resistant than was first believed； and that a number of patients have died。 The names we give out will be those of people who have in fact already died； either as a result of the Ripley or those gruesome fucking implants； Do you know what the men are calling the implants？'
'Yeah； shit…weasels。 Will the President mention them？'
'No way。 The guys in charge believe the shit…weasels are just a little too upsetting for John Q。 Public。 As would be； of course； the facts concerning our solution to the problem here at Gosselin's Store； that rustic beauty…spot。'
'The final solution； you could call it；' Owen said。 He had smoked his cigarette all the way down to the filter； and now crushed it out on the rim of his empty coffee cup。
Kurtz's eyes rose to Owen's and met them unflinchingly。 'Yes； you could call it that。 We're going to wipe out approximately three hundred and fifty people … mostly men； there's that； but I can't say the cleansing won't include at least a few women and children。 The upside； of course； is that we will be insuring the human race against a pandemic and； very possibly； subjugation。 Not an inconsiderable upside。'
Owen's thought … I'm sure Hitler would like the spin … was unstoppable； but he covered it as well as he could and got no sense that Kurtz had heard it or sensed it。 Impossible to tell for sure； of course； Kurtz was sly。
'How many are we holding now？' Kurtz as ed。
'About seventy。 And twice that number on the way from Kineo； they'll be here around nine； if the weather doesn't get any worse。' It was supposed to； but not until after midnight。
Kurtz was nodding。 'Uh…huh。 Plus I'm going to say fifty more from up north； seventy or so from St Cap's and those little places down south 。 。 。 and our guys。 Don't forget them。 The masks seem to work； but we've already picked up four cases of Ripley in the medical debriefings。 The men； of course； don't know。'
'Don't they？'
'Let me rephrase that；' Kurtz said。 'Based on their behavior； I have no reason to believe the men know。 All right？'
Owen shrugged。
'The story；' Kurtz resumed； 'will be that the detainees are being flown to a top…secret medical installation； a kind of Area 51； where they will undergo further examination； and； if necessary； long…term treatment。 There will never be another official statement concerning them … not if all goes according to plan … but there will be time…release leaks over the next two years： encroaching infection despite best medical efforts to stop it 。 。 。 madness 。 。 。 grotesque physical changes better left undescribed 。 。 。 and finally； death es as a mercy。 Far from being outraged； the public will be relieved。'
'While in reality 。 。 。 ？'
He wanted to hear Kurtz say it； but he should have known better。 There were no bugs here （except； maybe； for the ones hiding between Kurtz's ears）； but the boss's caution was ingrained。 He raised one hand； made a gun of his thumb and forefinger； and dropped his thumb three times。 His eyes never left Owen's as he did this。 Crocodile's eyes； Owen thought。
'All of them？' Owen asked。 'The ones who aren't showing Ripley…Positive as well as those who are？ And where does that leave us？ The soldiers who also show Negative？'
'The laddies who are okay now are going to stay okay；' Kurtz said。 'Those showing Ripley were all careless。 One of them 。 。 。 well； there's a little girl out there； about four years old； cute as the devil。 You almost expect her to start tap…dancing across the barn floor and singing 〃On the Good Ship Lollipop。〃'
Kurtz obviously thought he was being witty； and Owen supposed that in a way he was； but Owen himself was overe by a wave of intense horror。 There's a four…year…old out there； he thought。 Just four years old； how about that。
'She's cute； and she's hot；' Kurtz was saying。 'Visible Ripley on the inside of one wrist； growing at her hairline； growing in the corner of one eye。 Classic spots。 Anyway； this soldier gave her a candybar； just like she was some starving Kosovar rug…muncher； and she gave him a kiss。 Sweet as pie； a real Kodak moment； only now he's got a lipstick print that ain't lipstick growing on his cheek。' Kurtz grimaced。 'He had himself a little tiny shaving cut； barely visible； but there goes your ballgame。 Similar stuff with the others。 The rules don't change； Owen； carelessness gets you killed。 You may go along lucky for awhile； but in the end it never fails。 Carelessness gets you killed。 Most of our guys； I'm delighted to say； will walk away from this。 We're going to face scheduled medical exams for the rest of our lives； not to mention the occasional surprise exam； but look at the upside … they're gonna catch your ass…cancer wicked early。'
'The civilians who appear clean？ What about them？'
Kurtz leaned forward； now at his most charming； his most persuasively sane。 You were supposed to be flattered by this； to feel yourself one of the fortunate few to see Kurtz with his mask （'two parts Patton； one part Rasputin； add water； stir and serve'） laid aside。 It had worked on Owen before； but not now。 Rasputin wasn't the mask； this was the mask。
Yet even now … here was the hell of it … he wasn't pletely sure。
'Owen； Owen； Owen！ Use your brain … that good brain God gave you！ We can monitor our own without raising suspicions or opening the door to a worldwide panic … and there's going to be enough panic anyway； after our narrowly elected President slays the phooka horse。 We couldn't do that with three hundred civilians。 And if we really flew them out to New Mexico； put them up in some model village for fifty or seventy years at the taxpayers' expense？ What if one or more of them escaped？ Or what if … and I think this is what the smart boys are really afraid of … given time； the Ripley mutates？ That instead of dying off； it turns into something a lot more infectious and a lot less vulnerable to the environmental factors that are killing it here in Maine？ If the Ripley's intelligent； it's dangerous。 Even if it isn't； what if it serves the grayboys as a kind of beacon； an interstellar road…flare marking our world out … yum…yum； e and get it； these guys are tasty 。 。 。 and there's plenty of them？'
'You're saying better safe than sorry。'
Kurtz leaned back in his chair and beamed。 'That's it。 That's it in a nutshell。'
Well； Owen thought； it might be the nut； but the shell is something we're not talking about。 We watch out for our own。 We're merciless if we have to be； but even Kurtz watches out for his laddie…bucks。 Civilians； on the other hand； are just civilians。 If you need to burn em； they go up pretty ea