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to restaurant in city
below. I eat what they throw off. I then come here.”
    Harry motioned to the scene where his most
recent altercation had taken place. “I want you to meet a friend of
ours.”
    They escorted him to where the body of the
warthog-man lay. Immediately, the little mole-guy began to shake.
“I do not know that thing. I come... came here to tell you. I was
sent.”
    “By whom,” Anastasia wanted to know.
    “My friend... he tell me come here. So I come
to tell you and warn you.”
    Instantly, Harry’s hopes began to soar. Only
one other transgenic person in the world, as far as he knew, had
been there before. It couldn’t be anyone else. “Your friend’s
name... what is it?”
    “He... I don’ know his name. He never say it
to me. But before I leave to come to this country, he say to me to
give his two companions, Harry and the beautiful Anastasia, a
message.”
    Anastasia bent over to ask, “What’s the
message?”
    “Piggy lives.”

Chapter Three: Do We Go?
     
     
    “He’s alive?”
    The warthog creature was temporarily
forgotten. Anastasia raised the question and broke into a smile.
Harry also the felt the same sense of elation his wife must have
been feeling, but decided to make sure. “You call him piggy. Who
told you that?”
    “He say it to me,” the little mole-man
replied in a phlegmatic manner, as if this kind of thing happened
every day. “We meet in underground. That is where he stay for now.
That is place we all stay.” His gaze swung back and forth between
them. “You no believe me?”
    First things first, get a name. “What’s your name?”
    “Leonardo. I no remember my last name.”
    He’s another experiment. He has to be. “Do you remember anything?”
    Leonardo shook his head. “No, I no remember.
I,” he furiously rubbed his eyes with his paws as if trying to shut
out a nightmare, “I wake up in room with other people like me. The
man in charge—I never see his face, but I hear his voice—say to go
out and live in world. That is all.”
    “He was Italian?” That came from
Anastasia.
    Her question caused Leonardo to shake his
head in a violent motion. “No, he have accent... like you.”
    American... things were getting
interesting... and strange. The Russians had pioneered this
particular field of transgenic research, so what was an
American—maybe—doing in on this?
    Transgenics was nothing new. Harry’s father
had been a transgenic researcher, but he’d confined his research to
developing hardier fruits and vegetables. Harry had taken it a step
further by running simulations on human enhancements in an attempt
to find a way to stop cancer, the disease that had claimed his
father’s life. All of it had led to this point.
    His mind whirled with the possibilities, but
he decided to think about it later. “So you woke up in a room in
Italy somewhere and this mystery guy told you to leave?” Harry
wasn’t sure if the mole understood the question, but he seemed to
get it.
    “Si... I mean, yes, that is right. He say get
out to me and ten others. We leave at night. I know area—it is in
countryside I understand—so I know way to Rome. We go at night,
me... two others. They leave me second night, so I go alone. I
don’t know where they go to.”
    He stopped and struck a pose that wouldn’t
have looked so out of place on a brave explorer, one paw over his
heart, the other on his hip. “Me, Leonardo, I go to Rome, and then
find another like me, someone who look like dog, and he take me
underground. There, I find place to stay, with others. They are
same people.”
    The waking up in a mysterious place and
amnesia thing was what the Russian scientists had originally
done to Anastasia. They’d used a combination of drugs to blank her
memory, but no memory blocks were perfect. Eventually, she’d
regained total recall of her former life. Maybe this mole-guy
would, too.
    As for the person with the American accent,
Harry didn’t have a clue. He needed