Chapter One
Commander Malcolm Fisher head of the SS section of MI5 was too tired to read the telex a second time. He was still recovering from the operation to remove a bullet from close to his spine that had lodged there for the best part of three years. At the time the surgeons had told him that any attempt to remove the slug could have dire consequences so if he could live with it, it was best left alone. But he couldn't so two months ago he made the decision to have it taken out and if it meant him being in a wheelchair for the rest of his life then so be it. The pain was gone but the operation and the physical therapy afterwards were almost as wearing as the pain had been.
The telex sat on the desk and while he would have loved to bin it he knew he had to act on it in some shape or form. The security responsibility for the RAF base in Scotland was his because of its very nature, top secret research and all that crap, but it was a millstone around his neck for now, once the research aspect of the project was complete and the base went operational then it was his no more, but for now he had to do something.
Fisher picked up the telex and reluctantly read through it,
From Col. G.A. Goldthorp
Commander Arrowhead RAF Base
Scarp
Scotland
For the attention of,
Commander M. Fisher
Ministry of Defence
Section 354 S.S.
Thames House
London
July 31
st
On Monday 31
st July at 22.00 hours a Striker Jet left base on a scheduled test flight over the North Atlantic. At 22.55 hours radar at this base sighted a larger object on a course which would intercept the Striker flight path. An order to change course was given to communications operator, A. Romanoff, to be relayed to the Striker pilot. The operator delayed relaying the order and it was realised that the pilot did not alter course.
While the larger object was still four miles from the Striker a smaller faster object detached from the larger object and approached the Striker on a collision course. The smaller object collided with the Striker and both disappeared from radar.
Romanoff was later questioned but refused to talk. We came to the conclusion that Romanoff was a foreign agent, and is currently under arrest and insists on speaking only to an MI5 or MI6 agent.
I await your response.
Col. G.A. Goldthorp.
Fisher considered the situation for many hours before replying. Finally on Tuesday afternoon he composed a message as a plan began to form in his mind, the fact that the fax named the suspect might just work in his favour if this information got into the wider intelligence community.
For the attention of,
Col. G.A. Goldthorp
Commander Arrowhead RAF Base
Tuesday August 1
st,
I regret due to a shortage of field agents I am not in a position to transport your prisoner at this time, I will however be in a position in three days time and it would be inadvisable to involve MI6 at this stage. My best agent is Scott Dillon of whom I am sure you have heard and understand that this should remain a secret even from your fellow officers. I will dispatch this agent as soon as possible, trusting that the prisoner will be in your safekeeping until then.
Commander Fisher
Fisher re-read the message several times before dispatching it and he muttered,
"I hope this fool Goldthorp falls for this bullshit.”
Late that evening Fisher informed ABC, the three heads of the collective intelligence organisations in the UK, about the situation at Arrowhead, the three wise men from the MOD, they in turn informed the Home Office and MI6.
That night the request from Goldthorp was fed to the Russian Embassy in Kingston Palace Gardens.
The `leak' had occurred at `B' grade officer level in MI6, the B grade officer informed the Under Secretary at the Russian Embassy. The Under Secretary whose name was Galvanic then took the information to the Ambassador. The Ambassador gave instructions to Galvanic to alert Victor Newburg a KGB agent in London to keep an eye on Scott Dillon who was to be assigned to the case.
Galvanic then ran the name A Romanoff as something rang a bell with him about the name, something from the not so distant past.