“Now, the Concise Oxford English Dictionary, the stalwart bastion of our language, describes bioterrorism as, quote, the use of infectious agents or other harmful biological or biochemical substances as weapons of terrorism, end of quote. Let us be clear — a bioterrorist event is first and foremost a terrorist attack.”
Evangeline paused for effect, and looked around the lecture theatre. A large grandiose room with a high ceiling, rows of maroon cloth-covered seats that folded back when not in use rose incrementally higher the further back they went. A mezzanine floor with further seating was accessed by stairs either side of the room. While the professor had been introducing her, Evangeline gazed up at the Roman column-like structures behind the lectern area, rising majestically to the towering ceiling above; she always admired them. Out of the corner of her eye, as she was about to continue speaking, Evangeline noticed a tall man, obviously not a student, discreetly making his way up the stairs to the mezzanine seating.
Matt Lilburn seated himself down in the center front row. Glancing at his watch, adjusted for daylight-saving time in England, the American leaned forward, resting his elbows on the English beech wooden writing platform, which spanned the length of each row of seats. Unaccustomed to varsity lecture rooms, he felt uneasy. Looking down at the speaker, he realised for the first time how beautiful the subject of his hurried trip was — and allowed himself a small smile. Better than I thought!
“So, now we explore the world of the ‘poor man’s nuke’,” Evangeline continued. “I would like to provide you with some history of bioterrorism and the use of biological weapons. Here is a question for you — just shout out an answer if you know, I won’t put you through the indignity of raising your hand… after all, I might think you wish to use the WC.” An amused mixture of giggles and laughter rose from the students. “Right, who knows when bioterrorism was first deployed? Anyone?”
“In 1995, the sarin nerve gas attack in Tokyo.” A lone voice from the middle seats.
“No. Good try though, much earlier than that. Anyone else?”
“Early nineties — my little brother used to gas me all the time.” The theatre roared with laughter. A student from a row above leaned forward to the young man below who had called out and gave him a friendly cuff about the ears.
Evangeline smiled. “I see nothing has changed. My goodness, I hope there were no long-term effects?” More hearty laughter.
“Any more guesses? No? Right then, let me blow your minds.” Two male students sitting side by side quickly looked at each other and raised their eyebrows; both had exactly the same thought, but it wasn’t their minds she was blowing.
“Biological warfare has been in use for centuries. In the mid-1700s, during the French and Indian war, the English general Sir Jeffrey Amherst gave smallpox-laced blankets and handkerchiefs to Native Americans loyal to the French, which led to a later successful British attack on a French fort. And even before that, in 1710 Russian troops hurled plague-infected corpses over the city walls of Reval during the war with Sweden. But wait, there’s more! In 1347, plague-infected corpses were used in a similar way during the siege of Caffa in Crimea by the Tartars. So bio-warfare and the use of biological weapons certainly aren’t new…”
Evangeline paused for a sip of the bottled water thoughtfully provided.
“So, now we come to the why and when. Why has biological warfare slash terrorism been used in the history of mankind and when will it be used again?” Evangeline paused again, this time for effect. “The short answer is we don’t know. Confucius famously said: ‘Study the past, if you would divine the future.’ In plain English, it will happen again.”
Professor Jennian-Jones boomed from his seat to the left of center stage, “Well said, Dr. Crawston, well said indeed.” Turning to the students he continued, “Precisely why it is critically important that you learn from the past so you may conquer the future.” He turned back to Dr. Crawston and apologized to her in a quieter voice, “Sorry, my dear, please do carry on.”
Evangeline smiled and returned to her lecture. “The why is easy to explain. I gave a hint before. Can anyone recall?” Evangeline cast her eyes over her now attentive audience.
A young lady put up her hand then quickly withdrew it, remembering the earlier admonition about going to the toilet. “Would it be your referring to the poor man’s nuke, Dr. Crawston?”
“Yes, well done. The ‘poor man’s nuke’ was a phrase coined to emphasize how a relatively small amount of a bacterium such as Bacillus anthracis, if released into the right place, can kill as many people as a comparably sized nuclear device, for a fraction of the cost.”
The war studies students of King’s College weren’t the only ones impressed by her arresting rhetoric. As he watched, Matt Lilburn could see why his superiors had requested that he obtain her assistance.
“So who are these countries or individuals with both the knowledge and willingness to carry out biological warfare? We already know Iraq was certainly willing, we also have Iran, Israel, Libya, Syria and let’s not forget China, North Korea and Taiwan.”
“What about the United States and Russia?”
“Ah, good point. We hope not. In 1972 both the Cold War powers signed the Convention on the Prohibition of the Development, Production and Stockpiling of Bacteriological (Biological) and Toxin Weapons and on Their Destruction — or BTWC for those of you taking notes — and declared all their stocks of these weapons had been destroyed. Like you, I can only hope this is the case. But countries aren’t the only threats, individuals can be just as dangerous. However, it’s more likely the threat will be organizations, particularly religious groups.” Evangeline paused. “Are there any Americans here?” No one replied, the room remained silent. Lilburn slowly moved back in his seat, suddenly feeling conspicuous. “If there was someone here from America, what do you think would be the first organization to spring to mind?”
“Al-Qaeda.”
Lilburn shifted uneasily in his seat.
“Now, may I inquire what the time is please?” Evangeline looked to the professor, her cue to bring the lecture to an end.
Jennian-Jones had risen from his chair and was making his way towards Evangeline, smiling broadly. “Bravo, bravo. I must say that was an enlightening and thought-provoking lecture, Dr. Crawston, a real humdinger, if I may borrow that term from our friends across the Atlantic.” The professor shook her hand. “Marvelous, my dear.” His large frame turned to the students. “But not nearly long enough, don’t you agree?” There was unanimous agreement from the students.
“I most wholeheartedly concur. Alas, I’m afraid, time constraints have not allowed us to hear more from the esteemed Dr. Crawston. Now — say thank you nicely, boys and girls!”
Tumultuous applause followed, then the audience gradually broke up, chattering loudly as they gathered their belongings and left the theatre. Lilburn walked swiftly back down the stairs from the mezzanine; he needed to talk to Dr. Crawston.
The professor and the doctor were talking to each other as he approached. Evangeline couldn’t help noticing the tall, handsome stranger she had seen earlier approaching. Casually dressed and wearing a brown leather bomber-style jacket, the man had a look of the military about him.
“Please excuse me for interrupting, Professor, Dr. Crawston.”
“My good man, I didn’t notice you there!” Jennian-Jones was taken by surprise. “May I be of assistance?”
“May I have a word with Dr. Crawston?”
“Certainly, old chap. I must dash anyway — another lecture. My dear Evangeline, it was lovely seeing you again and I will be in touch.” With that the professor hurried away, and Lilburn turned his attention to Dr. Crawston.
Evangeline was curious… and looked coolly at the stranger. Closer up, she could see he was in his early thirties. She raised an eyebrow. “And I thought there weren’t any Americans in the room?”
Caught out. His accent. “Ah, yes… I have to confess I didn’t want to intrude on your lecture. I’m not a student…”
“Really! I would never have noticed. So why are you here, Mr…”
“Lilburn, Matt Lilburn. Homeland Security, Dr. Crawston. Please call me Matt.”
“Hello, Matt. And you must call me Evangeline.” Homeland Security?
“I need to speak to you urgently… is there somewhere we could talk privately?”
While Evangeline had business to attend, there was nothing urgent. “One would assume an American drinks coffee?”
“I’ve been known to have a coffee or two.”
“Arabica or Robusta?”
The reference to coffee beans was lost on Lilburn. “Instant, nice and fresh, straight from the jar.”
Evangeline giggled. As her face lit up, Lilburn couldn’t help noticing her perfect English complexion. God, she was beautiful.
“I’ll tell you what, Matt. I know this wonderful coffee house not far from here, they make the most delightful coffee, and it would be perfect for a… meeting. Would you care to join me?”
“Lead the way, ma’am.”