Ken McClure - The Secret

Laura McAllister opened the curtains in her daughters bedroom and paused for a moment, feeling the morning sun on her face and thinking she should count her blessings. Life was good. She had a loving husband in a well-paid government job, a beautiful home here in Deansville, a small Maryland town situated halfway between Washington DC and Fort Detrick where Mark worked, and an adorable daughter Jade whose blonde curls currently spilled round her face on the pillow like a halo in the sunlight.

Laura sat down gently on the edge of the bed and ran her fingertips lightly across Jades forehead. Good morning, birthday girl, she whispered. Who is four years old today?

It took a few moments for the question to make its way through the land of nod and bring Jade to consciousness; then she opened her eyes and broke into a big smile. I am, she said excitedly.

Happy birthday, darling.

Hugs and kisses later, Jade began looking past her mother and Laura moved out of the way so she could see the colourful pile of presents waiting for her.

Yippee.

Laura squatted on the floor beside Jade to help with the unwrapping and to identify the source of each present. She waited until theyd all been opened and the succession of oohs and aahs had abated before saying, I think youll find a rather special present through here.

She took Jade by the hand and led her through into the playroom where a large dolls house stood in the middle of the floor, the lights in its windows already switched on. Daddy built it for you, honey. What dyou think?

Wow, said Jade. Its the best. She explored the building from every angle, her eyes wide with delight. I wish Daddy was here, Mom.

So do I, honey but hell phone you later and he wont be away for long. Daddies with important jobs sometimes have to go away on business trips: hell be back before you know it. Meanwhile, weve got a party to organise. All your friends are coming this afternoon and we have to make sure theres enough cake and ice cream for everyone.

Can we keep a piece of cake for Daddy?

Laura felt a lump come to her throat. Of course we can, honey.

The phone rang and Laura answered briefly before handing it to Jade. Its Grandma, she said and smiled broadly when she heard her mother and father singing Happy Birthday at the other end of the phone. It was shaping up to be a good day.

Several thousand miles away in Islamabad, Dr Mark McAllister was reflecting on his day. He was no great fan of long-distance travel but business-class flights from Washington to London and then on to Islamabad after only minimal delay had gone without a hitch. Having no personal knowledge of any country further east than France which he had visited once on a student trip he had been slightly worried about the conditions he might encounter in Pakistan but his fears had been allayed by being met at the airport by someone from the embassy and driven in an air-conditioned car to the Islamabad Marriott Hotel where he was now ensconced in a very comfortable room.

Mark was a molecular biologist, a lab scientist whod worked for the US government since gaining his PhD some ten years before. The nature of his job meant limited contact with people and very little need to travel. This was especially true since hed been seconded to the top secret facility at Fort Detrick where his work was highly classified and even participation in international scientific conventions was not encouraged even prohibited without careful scrutiny beforehand.

It had come as a surprise, therefore, when hed been informed that his presence would be required at an intelligence meeting to be held in Islamabad a top secret meeting called by the CIA, MI6 the British secret service and Pakistani intelligence. He had not even been allowed to tell his wife where he would be heading, only that he wouldnt be away for long. Happily, Laura, the daughter of a former colonel in the US army, understood how these things worked and accepted the situation without question although knowing that he would miss out on his daughters fourth birthday had been more painful. He had been briefed by a CIA officer beforehand about what he could and could not say at the meeting. Were allies in name only, he was cautioned. Things can change quickly in Pakistan.

Mark wasnt at all certain what this implied but took it to mean keep your mouth shut unless given the okay by the CIA. He still wasnt sure why he was there: he was a specialist in DNA manipulation not the war on terror. He spent his days cutting and pasting pieces of DNA molecules rather like journalists with words and phrases on their laptops. When seconded to Detrick hed been asked to continue work on a project started by one of their scientists who had been called away on assignment to London. Hed been asked to design an activator and a deactivator for what had been termed an interesting molecule. What it was exactly the powers-that-be had decided he didnt need to know, and he knew better than to ask.

Mark glanced at his watch: it was seven p.m. A ten-hour time differential meant that it would be nine in the morning in Maryland and the girls would be up and about. He called home using the hotel instruction card and was successful at the fourth attempt. He deduced immediately through hearing excitedly whispered questions that Laura had let Jade answer the phone.

Daddy, Daddy, its my birthday. Ive got lots of presents and Im going to have a party and all my friends are coming...

Mark let the words wash over him, closing his eyes and picturing the scene at home until Jade asked if he wanted to speak to Mummy.

Yes please, Jade. Daddy loves you very much, honey.

Come home soon, Daddy.

Laura came on the line and asked him about his journey, then told him all about the plans for the day. Wish I was there, he said, feeling quite emotional. Little girls were good at doing that to their fathers.

I hope the government doesnt make a habit of this, Laura joked.

They wont, replied Mark. Im pretty sure this is a one-off. No one has said anything about doing any lab work here so Im figuring that Im just meant to be some kind of consultant to bring some other guys up to speed. After that, I should be homeward bound.

No need to pin a yellow ribbon on the apple tree in the garden then?

None at all, honey.

Mark felt much better for having spoken to Laura and Jade. He was now going to shower, change, have dinner over at the embassy and be given a personal briefing. After that, it had been suggested he have an early night. He would be picked up at six a.m. the following morning for quite a long drive.

Mark was briefed by a CIA man named Brady. Brady had been present at dinner where the conversation had largely been embassy staff chatter about the conditions in Islamabad. Mark had been struck by how ordinary it had all sounded they could have been working for an insurance company but now he and Brady were alone in an upstairs room.

I take it youve realised the molecule youve been working on is a virus? Brady asked.

Frankly, Id expect to be fired if I hadnt, joked Mark.

Brady nodded. Youre here because your work on it has been going pretty well, by all accounts.

I think Ive come up with what was requested of me, although there will have to be tests, of course.

Of course, and thats also why youre here. Your predecessor, now working in London, and his English associates have been having problems in designing what youve succeeded in doing. This will be a chance for you guys to get together and exchange information. I take it you have the details with you?

Mark nodded, thinking it was a stupid question but limiting his reply to, I was told to bring them.

Encrypted?

Of course.

Good. Our friends in Pakistani intelligence know all about the virus and the initial field tests they were instrumental in setting them up but your side of things must remain confidential. Understood?