Operation London by William Meikle

Author:William Meikle [Meikle, William]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2021-11-08T16:00:00+00:00

-George-

"It was in ‘68, at the height of the Cold War," George began. He, Wiggo and Davies were back in the Kingsway Tavern bar, empty save for them and the obsequious barman who'd just got in a round of beer and cheese toasties. "The Prof and I had been quiet for years. He was working away in some research which was proving boring but restful while I had moved on to Whitehall and some of the more bureaucratic warrens of power. I expected to be doing the same for a while in a long wind down to eventual retirement and obscurity. Then I got a call I didn't expect, from the MOD no less, summoning me to an urgent meeting. You can imagine my surprise when I found that the Prof was already there when I entered.

"We weren't given any chance to catch up on old times. A man in a suit as grey as his face made the Prof sign the Official Secrets Act-I was already a signatory-then we were asked some general questions about what we had been working on since 'the problem in Oxford'. Only after they were satisfied that we weren't likely to be Iron Curtain agents looking to infiltrate the British Government were we let in on the reason we had been called for.

"'We have a sample,' the grey suit said. 'Not from Oxford, but from the British Antarctic Survey. From your descriptions of the nature of the thing you encountered, we believe it to be similar, if not identical. As the only two people around who saw it properly back then, we need your input on this.'

"'I'll tell you my input right here and now,' the Prof said. 'Pour some molar acid on the bloody thing and walk away. Any other path of action is pure folly.'

"The Prof's protestations washed off the grey suit, water off a duck's back. We were taken down into the bowels of Whitehall to an old brick bunker; I'd heard rumors of it but never really believed it existed until then, so I was even more amazed when we went down another stairwell and onto a train platform.

"'Churchill had this put in during the war,' we were told. 'All very hush hush. Uses an old Royal Mail line but he had that suborned to his will and we've had use of it ever since.'

"'Where does it go?' I asked.

"'To where we keep the stuff we don't want the public to see,' he replied, then would say no more."

"All I know is the train took us east, and at one point I caught a glimpse of a tube train hurtling past in an adjoining tunnel. Somewhere to the east of Charing Cross under the Embankment would be my guess as to our destination. It was a warren of bricked up corridors and even older old-stone chambers. I wouldn't have been at all surprised to find some of it dated back to Roman times.

"The MOD had a laboratory of sorts set up down there, at the end of a corridor of closed metal doors we were not allowed to inspect.

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