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Friday, March 16, 2068, 8:00 a.m., local time, Kabul, Afghanistan

Tin-Tin walked along behind Fudail al Kadar and his production manager, Fatma Khalil, all three of them dressed in protective garments, heading for the first step of the manufacturing process. The two women had hit it off right away and Tin-Tin was relieved to see that Siddig al Bashir was nowhere to be found.

"Your chemical formula is mixing at the moment," Fatma told her. "I will show you where and we will watch it carefully, especially the temperature."

"Thank you, Fatma," Tin-Tin said. The production manager had insisted that she be called by her given name, and Tin-Tin reciprocated.

Emily had decided to remain at the hotel; she said she had not slept well and wanted some extra rest. Tin-Tin understood; she had also had a restless night, tossing and turning, worrying about her formula. Would it be successful? Or was it, as al Bashir had said, impossible to manufacture.

International Rescue needs this fabric! I just don't know how to protect our operatives if it doesn't work.

"See, over here, Tin-Tin," Fatma said, directing her to a series of large vats. "This vat has your formula in it. And, as you can see, the temperature is the one you noted. Let us see what happens."

They waited for the mixers to finish, and then the focus was on the machines that drew the blend out into thin threads.

"Hmm," Fudail said, a look of curiosity on his face. "This is where we had difficulty before. The threads were brittle and would break. These seem to be strong." He looked up at Tin-Tin. "It seems that your investigations brought you to the proper conclusion, Ms. Kyrano. We will have to investigate further to determine how this happened."

Tin-Tin relaxed and smiled. Fatma saw this and cautioned her, "We are not, how do you say, out of the woods yet. We must see how this thread stands up to the rest of the manufacturing process."

"I have every confidence in it, now that it's gotten out of the first stages," Tin-Tin said.

And indeed the thread was woven into cloth, a gray cloth that was both lightweight and durable. Fatma tried to cut it with a pair of scissors, only to find that it was next to impossible.

"This is a very tough fabric, Tin-Tin. For what do you intend to use it?" she asked.

"It's going into uniforms," Tin-Tin said, and added nothing more. "We still have to see how it takes a dye, don't we?"

"Yes," said Fudail. "A second mixture is in the process of threading and small spools will be dyed with all the colors we can provide. Then we will weave the cloth and test it for color fastness. Still, I wonder why we had such trouble with the temperature?"

"At least we know that it's possible to manufacture the fabric itself," Tin-Tin replied. "I'm sure you'll discover the reason for the earlier problems. How is this batch coming?"

"Very well," Fatma responded. "I foresee no more problems in the manufacture of the fabric. The dyeing will take the rest of the day, and then we may color test tomorrow. Is that satisfactory?"

"Yes, it is," Tin-Tin said. "I was hoping to leave Kabul today, but I see no reason why I can't stay longer in light of our success today. I'll call my employer and let him know."

"Excellent!" Fudail said happily. "It is near lunch time. Let me summon a taxi for you and escort you out, Ms. Kyrano. You may leave your project in Fatma's capable hands."

"Thank you, Mr. al Kadar. I'll return tomorrow morning for the colorfastness testing. I'm very anxious to get this fabric into full production," Tin-Tin said. She turned to Fatma. "It was a pleasure to meet you and to work with you. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Likewise. I will see you tomorrow," Fatma said, shaking Tin-Tin's hand and smiling. The Malaysian girl returned the smile, and followed Fudail out.

As soon as they had left the manufacturing floor, Fatma went to her office and closed the door. She pulled out a cell phone and speed dialed a number.

"Sir? It is Fatma. She has left. Yes, I followed your instructions. The fabric is viable, but I cannot separate the chemical formulas of the two components. There is a catalyst in there somewhere on top of the temperature specifications. No, she will be back tomorrow. She said it was for uniforms. No, sir. No more than that. I see. Then I will continue with the manufacture and dyeing and let you handle Ms. Kyrano. Yes, sir. I will expect your bonus. Goodbye."

Fatma ended the call. She spared a thought for Tin-Tin; she had liked the young engineer. But the prospect of a bonus from her employer for both the information she had given and her earlier sabotage was of more importance than her new acquaintance. She regretted that she was unable to give her employer what he desired, but she knew that he would find his own way to get what he wanted. With a smile, she headed back out to the manufacturing floor to resume her duties

Post by Tikatu on 17/11/2004


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