Michael Kingston had never been invited out to Quince’s house before. It wasn’t a large house, but being well out of the city, it had a fair-sized field which contained several expensive horses. Apart from his company, they were the only thing Quince showed any real interest in.

It had taken Michael over an hour and a half to get there. He hoped he wouldn’t be delayed here long by whatever Quince wanted. He had hit a brick wall in his research of the DNA-altering virus. He had been working on it for nearly two weeks now, and he still couldn’t see any way to reverse the process without a great deal of danger to the subject. Nearly every day, Paul would journey to his lab to see if any progress had been made. Paul could never quite hide his disappointment when Michael told him he hadn’t made the breakthrough that day.

As Michael expected, Quince was watching his horses. He turned as Michael approached. “There you are, Doctor. I need you to do a little job for me.”

“Of course, Mr Quince.” Michael wondered what it was this time.