Lost Causes (15 page)

‘Well, now we know; the intelligence regarding a biological attack on our country has proved correct and we’ve been hit with cholera.’ The Prime Minister was addressing the second meeting of COBRA in as many days. ‘Four of our cities have been affected but we cannot dismiss the possibility that there may be more attacks. All the initial strikes were carried out on blocks of flats so the residents in those flats were the first to become infected, but we’re now getting reports of cholera among the wider community in the four cities.’

‘But with the same source being implicated,’ interjected the health secretary. ‘So far, they’ve all been people with some association with the flats – visitors, tradesmen, delivery men, a social worker in Manchester, a community nurse in Liverpool.’

‘Has anyone claimed responsibility?’ asked Steven.

‘An Islamic fundamentalist group calling themselves Sons of the Afghan Martyrs.’

‘Known?’

‘No one’s ever heard of them.’

‘Do we have any more information about the strain of cholera?’

‘Nothing back from the lab yet.’

‘So we don’t know if it’s a genetically engineered variant.’

‘Please God, not,’ said the Home Secretary.

The Metropolitan Police commander asked the question that all the non-medical people present wanted to ask. ‘Supposing it has been tampered with, what sort of things could we expect?’

‘Resistance to antibiotics so we couldn’t treat it,’ said the consultant microbiologist with the Department of Health contingent. ‘Increased potency of the enterotoxin the bug produces, making it even more lethal.

‘What’s an entero … ?’

‘Enterotoxin. It’s a poison produced by the bug which attacks the lining of the small bowel, leading to huge fluid loss. That in turn leads to severe shock and then death.’

‘Supposing it has been tampered with in the way you suggest,’ continued the Met commander. ‘Does that mean that everyone who contracts the disease will die?’

‘The fact that we couldn’t treat it with antibiotics would be a setback, but it’s not the be all and end all. It’s the
dehydration
– the fluid loss – that kills. Replacing lost fluid in time can save lives.’

‘So victims should be encouraged to drink,’ said a
self-satisfied
-looking junior Home Office minister, as if completing the final entry in a crossword puzzle.

The microbiologist smiled. ‘If only it were that simple. People with cholera are usually too ill to drink. Fluid loss has to be replaced through intravenous drip.’

‘And that needs health professionals,’ said the Home Secretary slowly, as if the implications of that were dawning on her as she said it. ‘Which is just not possible. Why am I getting an image of people dying all over our cities, lying in pools of their own excreta?’

‘That’s a worst-case scenario, Home Secretary.’

‘Which we will do everything in our power to avoid,’ said the Prime Minister. ‘If we go down, we’ll go down fighting, so let’s not have any more negativity. We must agree a plan of action. First, medical.’

The new health secretary, a little out of his depth after only a few weeks in the job, deferred to his colleague, Norman Travis, who said, ‘We continue to isolate and contain outbreaks where they occur. We’ll use wide-spectrum antibiotics until any
contraindications
appear, and prime consideration will be given to replacing fluid loss in all cases. The wider population is to be given cholera vaccine.’

‘Is there enough?’ asked Steven.

‘Merryman hasn’t had much of a chance to come on stream,’ said Travis, ‘and frankly, cholera wasn’t really considered as a favourite for biological attack, but things aren’t looking too bad. Travel clinics across the country have limited stocks for immediate use but perhaps the best news is that one of our pharmaceutical companies, Lark Pharmaceuticals, which supplies cholera vaccine to the Third World, has substantial stocks which can be diverted for home use and used to vaccinate our most vulnerable citizens. In the meantime, Merryman will be working flat out and hopefully they’ll come up with new stocks in time to vaccinate the rest of the population. A baptism of fire for them, but I’m sure they’ll rise to the challenge.’

‘What about distribution?’ asked the Prime Minister.

‘We’re not going to go down the doctors’ surgeries route as we did with swine flu. That was a bit of a shambles. We’re going to set up central vaccination clinics in large halls and invite people to come to receive their jab.’

‘Who’ll staff these clinics?’

‘We plan to ask final-year medical students to help out – properly supervised, of course.’

‘I’m not sure of the legal implications of that, minister,’ said a Home Office official.

‘Nor am I,’ said the Prime Minister. ‘And right now, I don’t care. Our country is under attack.’

Steven allowed a small smile of approval to reach his lips.

The deputy Prime Minister turned to the heads of the intelligence services, who had been quiet throughout. ‘Do we have any more information about the perpetrators of this outrage?’

The head of MI5 looked slightly embarrassed at being forced to reply, ‘In each case we’re looking for two Asian men: they were driving fake water board vans.’

‘So, eight Asian men in all. Descriptions?’

‘’Fraid not.’

The deputy Prime Minister looked at the head of MI6, who said, ‘There’s still nothing to suggest they came from outside the country. We continue to believe they’re home-grown.’

‘Maybe that’ll work in our favour,’ suggested Steven. ‘They’re probably young men: that means they’ll have families living here. When they start to suspect what their offspring have been up to …’

‘Good point,’ said the Prime Minister, turning to look at the intelligence heads.

‘Our ears are firmly to the ground, Prime Minister,’ said the head of MI5.

‘My people too,’ said the head of Special Branch. ‘Every rumour on the streets of the Asian communities will be followed up.’

‘Good,’ said the Prime Minister. ‘The speedy apprehension of those responsible would do much to restore public morale, particularly if the relevant communities were to distance themselves from the criminals.’

‘We’re seeking talks with community leaders about it,’ said the Home Secretary.

‘Which just leaves law and order,’ said the Prime Minister. ‘To cut to the chase, the police will be seeking emergency powers and we will be granting them. Naturally we will expect that they be used sparingly and with discretion, but we cannot have anarchy on our streets.’

‘I can’t see people suffering from cholera posing too much of a problem,’ exclaimed the junior Home Office minister, who seemed determined to make a name for himself while not having the intellect to make it for the right reasons.

‘It’s not the sick we have to worry about,’ said Steven through gritted teeth. ‘It’s the well. If we operate a policy of isolate and contain, some people won’t welcome being isolated and contained when all their instincts tell them to get the hell out of wherever they find themselves. But if we let them do that, they’ll only spread the disease. They’ll have to be restrained. Not an easy task.’

‘And one which might escalate out of hand very quickly if the disease spreads,’ said Travis. ‘The police will be stretched.’

Someone suggested, ‘Surely we can call on the military.’

‘Not something we do lightly in this country,’ said the Prime Minister. ‘The idea of our soldiers in confrontation with our citizens fills me with horror. The circumstances would have to exceptional.’

‘I think a full-blown cholera epidemic might just about fulfil that criterion, Prime Minister,’ said the government’s chief medical adviser.

‘Then please God it doesn’t come to that.’

Steven felt a hollow take shape in his stomach when he heard a number of people around the table say, ‘Amen.’

‘Exciting times,’ a voice at Steven’s shoulder said as he descended the stairs to leave the Cabinet Office. He turned to find Norman Travis there. ‘I don’t think we’ve met officially.’ The two men shook hands.

‘The kind of excitement I think we could all do without,’ said Steven. ‘On the bright side, you folks in the health department seem pretty much on the ball.’

‘Nice of you to say so, but we’ve been lucky so far. Having a pharmaceutical company come up with large stocks of cholera vaccine was a big plus. I just hope the Third World understands when we commandeer them.’ 

‘I just hope we’re all around to hear their complaints if they don’t,’ said Steven.

‘You sound like a glass-half-empty man.’

‘I’m a realist,’ said Steven. ‘Cholera epidemics are practically impossible to contain when they occur naturally, but when we’ve got people deliberately contaminating our water supplies and the possibility that the bug’s been genetically altered to make it even more lethal …’

‘I take your point,’ said Travis with a sigh as they reached the doors. ‘We should get some lab results tomorrow, then maybe we’ll see what we’re up against.’

Steven took a taxi over to John Macmillan’s place to bring him up to speed with what was going on. Macmillan was looking tired, his head resting on the back of his chair as he listened to what Steven had to say, his eyes closing for ten seconds or more at a time.

‘Are you feeling up to this, John?’ Steven asked. ‘You seem very tired.’

Macmillan snorted then smiled as he again closed his eyes. ‘Maybe confronting the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune for so many years is finally catching up with me, Steven,’ he said.

‘I need you to suffer them a bit longer, John. Whether it’s nobler in the mind or not, I’m going to need your input on everything as this unfolds.’

Macmillan turned his head to look directly at Steven as if seeing some steely quality in him he hadn’t seen before. ‘Understood,’ he said quietly. ‘After all, I seem to remember lecturing you rather a lot in recent times about where your duty lay …’

‘Damn right you did.’

‘Fire away.’

When he’d finished, Macmillan still sat with his eyes closed but this time it was different; an intermittent twitch in his cheek muscle told Steven Macmillan was thinking, not snoozing. 

‘How many dead?’ he asked at last.

‘Fifty-four as of this morning.’

‘And they would be mainly elderly or very young, along with a number who were immuno-compromised in some way – on steroids or anti-rejection drugs, for instance. Am I right?’

‘I haven’t seen the breakdown figures yet. Jean should have them when I get back to the Home Office.’

Macmillan continued to think out loud. ‘Fifty-four … fifty four … out of … You know, it’s my bet the genes controlling the enterotoxin haven’t been tampered with,’ said Macmillan. ‘Otherwise there would be more.’

‘Fifty-four’s bad enough.’

‘We must think dispassionately. We’re not the newspapers. We’re not here to throw fuel on an emotional fire.’

Steven accepted the slap on the wrist.

‘Incubation period was a bit short: I would have expected longer,’ Sir John continued.

‘You sound as if you’ve come across cholera before.’

Macmillan nodded. ‘I was a young man working for HMG in the Middle East in the early seventies. I saw the tail end of a cholera epidemic that had started in Indonesia in 1961 and crossed several continents. Bloody horrible disease, turns your whole world into a pit of filth and squalor. If it gets a grip here … God help us all.’

‘How was Sir John?’ Jean Roberts asked when Steven got back.

‘A bit tired but sharp as a tack,’ Steven reported. ‘He got caught up in a cholera epidemic in the days of his youth so his input is going to be valuable. He was asking about the
fatalities
. Do we have any details yet?’

‘They’re on your desk. Oh, and Lukas Neubauer phoned. Asked you to call him back.’

Lukas Neubauer was the director of biological sciences at the laboratories of Lundborg International, the private analytical service that Sci-Med used for scientific analyses when the occasion arose. It had been a long and happy association. Steven liked and respected the man, as he did anyone who was extremely good at their job. Lukas had proved himself to be the best on many occasions in the past.

‘What’s up, Lukas?’

‘Thought you might like an unofficial update on the cholera strain.’

‘Absolutely. How did you manage that?’

‘I have a friend at Colindale.’

‘Colindale?’ exclaimed Steven. ‘I thought Porton would be carrying out the analysis.’ Porton Down was the government microbiological research establishment.

‘I guess the enteric expertise at Colindale won the day,’ said Lukas. He was referring to the Health Protection Agency Centre for Infections, a series of seventeen reference and support labs situated in North London. ‘Or maybe they’re both doing it. Anyway, the news is that the bug is sensitive to the usual antibiotics. It hasn’t been made resistant. They’re proceeding on the premise that it hasn’t been genetically altered.’

Steven breathed a sigh of relief. ‘That’s the first good news I’ve had in days.’

He started reading down the list of the people who’d died from cholera so far. Macmillan had been right. The most
vulnerable
had been the over sixties and a number of babies under a year old who’d failed to survive the effects of dehydration. There were also twelve people who had been taking steroids for a number of reasons and a kidney transplant recipient who had been on immuno-suppressive drugs to prevent rejection of the donor organ.

Steven got back to his flat a little after eight thirty after having had something to eat at his favourite Chinese restaurant, the Jade Garden, where, as always, he’d been warmly welcomed by the owner, Chen Feng, and given an update on how her family were all doing. She knew Steven was a doctor – she’d picked up on it the first time he’d used his credit card – but nothing about who he worked for or what he actually did. She would, however, on occasion probe for medical information or advice relative to family circumstances. Tonight, understandably, she had wanted to know how they could avoid getting cholera.

Steven, who’d phoned his own daughter earlier to apologise for not having managed to get up to see her for the past few weeks, had faced much the same kind of questioning from his sister-in-law Sue. He’d done his best to reassure her that living in a small village a long way away from the only city under attack in Scotland was the best defence she could have. He couldn’t do the same for Chen Feng, however: her family all lived in London. Searching for something positive to say, he’d pointed out that she and her family, being in the restaurant trade, knew all about good hygiene practice and that was vitally important in guarding against the disease. 

When he got in, Steven called Tally to talk about their respective days. He began with the news he’d got from Lukas.

‘Thank God for that,’ said Tally. ‘You know, I’m also genuinely surprised. For some reason I felt sure they were going to discover the bug had been tampered with.’

‘We deserve a break,’ said Steven. ‘And God knows it’s a hellish enough disease without that.’

‘The hospital’s been asked to provide volunteer medical staff to help out with the mass-vaccination clinics.’

‘And you volunteered?’

‘Yes, I did. Rumour has it they’re going to ask medical students to help out too if we don’t have enough doctors and nurses to do the job, and we almost certainly don’t.’

‘It’s no rumour,’ said Steven. ‘It’s official.’

‘Seems fair enough. Vaccinating people isn’t rocket science.’

‘Let’s hope Health and Safety agree.’

‘You don’t think they’d try to stop …’

‘Sorry, of course not. A bad joke.’

‘When am I going to see you?’

‘There’s nothing I’d like more but we’re having daily morning meetings of COBRA at the moment,’ said Steven. ‘I have to be there.’

‘Of course,’ said Tally. ‘How’s Jenny taking not seeing her daddy?’

‘I spoke to her earlier. Sue’s done a good job as usual in explaining to her why I have to be here.’

‘Maybe we should both tie yellow ribbons to the old oak tree,’ said Tally, immediately retracting it with, ‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Sometimes my tongue runs away with me. I know you have to be there …’

‘Why so jumpy?’ asked Steven.

‘I’ve been reading up on cholera … in preparation. We all have. It’s horrible. I’m just so nervous about the whole damned thing. How could anyone do something like this? It’s beyond belief. It flies in the face of everything humanity is supposed to be about.’

‘True, but not much surprises me any more about what people will do to each other.’

‘How awful,’ said Tally quietly. ‘But I suppose you must have seen things …’

‘That made me want to run off and live in a cave on my own? Yes. I’ve even tried it on a couple of occasions, but it didn’t help. The right thing is to do what you can to make things better, even if it’s very little.’

‘I take it now would be the wrong time to point out that you didn’t bother to vote.’

‘Absolutely the wrong time. Were you put on this earth to annoy me?’

‘No, just to stop you talking high-sounding crap.’

‘Fair enough. I apologise.’

‘No, I do. It’s a self-defence thing. I’m trying to convince myself I’m hard enough to face up to wards full of children dying of cholera without collapsing on the floor in tears.’

‘You need a distraction. I need your help. Leicester was one of the cities on the list of places the Schiller mob were planning to introduce their new health scheme in the autumn. I’d like to know how far they got with their plans, what infrastructure they managed to set up.’

‘I’ll ask around, see if anyone heard anything. But why?’

‘I suppose I’m just making sure that the plan died in the bomb blast along with its designers. I’m checking there’s no one else out there thinking about going ahead with it.’

‘Of course, your theory about the person who placed the bomb,’ said Tally. ‘But surely no one could even consider such a thing while we’re facing a cholera epidemic?’

‘You’d think not,’ agreed Steven. ‘But maybe a few questions here and there?’

* * *

Anwar Khan and Muhammad Patel basked in the praise that was being heaped upon them, as did the other six young Asians. It was the first they had heard of the outcome of their attack as there was no radio or television in the farmhouse and no access to newspapers. The men had spent two nervous days and nights waiting as patiently as they could for word to arrive about the arrangements for leaving the UK.

‘My brothers, you have been so successful that there has been a change of plan.’

Khan felt his blood run cold. He wanted to do his bit, but in his heart of hearts he dreaded being asked to don the belt of the martyr and blow himself up. He knew all about the promised pleasures that awaited him in Paradise, but …

‘The Sons of the Martyrs ask that you carry out another attack before you leave for Pakistan and the hero’s welcome you so richly deserve.’

Khan looked at Patel and saw the look of relief there before he averted his eyes. He had been thinking the same thing.

‘We ask that you attack four more targets, this time in different cities, to capitalise on the fear and panic that is already out there and bring it to levels where the authorities will fail to cope. By the time the disease has rampaged through the land you will have established a reputation that will live for ever.’

‘And then will we be allowed to join our brothers?’ asked Patel.

‘You will be flown out to the border camps as planned to help in the struggle to drive the infidel from our lands. After your success here, the British will be running scared: their withdrawal will be assured. The Americans will be left isolated as the Russians were before them, and soon Afghanistan will be free of them all.’

‘Which cities, and when do we carry out the attacks?’ asked Khan.

‘You will be told when the time is right. In the meantime, I have brought more provisions for your stay. Patience, my brothers.’

The new government had learned lessons from the handling of the swine flu outbreak, where experts had made predictions that proved to be well wide of the mark. Those experts had found themselves in the firing line, and had clearly felt obliged to protect their professional backsides by citing the worst possible scenario with regard to case numbers and likely deaths. Once such figures had been uttered publicly, politicians had had no option but to proceed on them and act accordingly.

This time, the government set up a committee of four people to keep the public informed about the course of the epidemic and the measures being taken to counteract it. No one man would take the flak. The chief medical adviser, Dr Oliver Clunes, was joined by Norman Travis from the health department, Lydia Thomas, a junior minister from the Home Office, and Deputy Chief Constable Stella Mornington from Manchester city police. Each evening at seven p.m. the committee would appear on all terrestrial TV channels to give out information and answer questions sent in by viewers.

It had been agreed from the outset that, although health was a devolved matter in Scotland and therefore within the remit of the Scottish government, the current situation was
considered
more of a defence issue and therefore not devolved. The handling of the crisis would be overseen by the Westminster government.

The committee’s first broadcast gave details of the planned vaccination programme, due to be operational by the Monday of the following week. The chief medical adviser gave a short summary of what cholera was and how it affected people – delivered in a dispassionate, academic way – before handing over to Norman Travis, who seemed more at ease in front of camera. He gave details of the counter-measures in a much more user-friendly way. The most vulnerable in society would be given protection first. All children under two years of age should be taken by their mothers to their GPs where they would be
vaccinated
with stocks diverted from travel clinics and military supplies all over the UK. All people over sixty years of age and everyone whose immune system had been compromised through the taking of suppressive drugs should attend one of the new
mass-vaccination
centres – a series of temporary clinics being set up in city halls all over the UK. They would be given vaccine diverted from the Third World aid programme until new stocks came on line, at which time the rest of the population would be invited to attend the mass clinics. Details of the location of these clinics would be given on local radio and TV stations and in local newspapers.

It was stressed that only people believing themselves to be healthy should attend the clinics. Anyone suspecting that they could be suffering from or had been exposed to cholera should seek help through one of the emergency lines which were now fully operational.

Stella Mornington, a pleasant-looking woman who exuded common sense rather than the air of authoritarian formality exhibited by many senior police officers when talking to the media – the reason she’d been chosen for the role – appealed for calm in the current emergency and urged people to go about their daily business as usual wherever possible. She stressed however that those not complying with emergency regulations in areas affected by cholera would be dealt with severely, as they would be putting their fellow citizens at risk.

Finally, Lydia Thomas, another pleasant-looking woman whose natural charm overcame any barrier her upper class
credentials
might otherwise have put up, gave details of the various helplines available and how they should be used.