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The Big Breach; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments of http://www.192.comhim. Besides, later that evening I was to have my first meeting withthe deputy leader of the PRI and the afternoon could be better spentpreparing for the meeting. I went back up to my room, fished out mylaptop computer from my briefcase and waited for it to graunch intolife. The hard disk had been modified by TOS to carry invisible fileswhich they guaranteed could not be detected by even the most capableexpert. I typed in the password, the hard-disk graunched some more, andmagically all my briefing notes were revealed on the screen. I readthrough them, reminding myself about the key CX requirements andshaping in my mind the sort of questions I would ask at the meeting.The first meeting went smoothly and my contact in the PRI was delightedto find a western journalist so interested in him. He agreed to furthermeetings and over the next couple of months I made repeated trips toSkopje, building up the relationship, gaining his confidence and edginghim closer to the CX threshold. It was slow work, made all the moreirksome because air links to Skopje were few and far between, meaningthat each trip required three or four days. The meetings yielded someintelligence but eventually it became obvious that my contact washolding back, afraid for his personal security. His concern was thatthe Macedonian secret police would make life difficult for him if theydiscovered that he was talking too regularly to a foreign journalist.Back in Century House, both Bidde and String Vest agreed that the onlyway forward was to drop my journalistic cover and make the relationshipcompletely clandestine. On my next trip out to Skopje, I used the linethat we had practised so diligently on exercise on the IONEC. `I expectthat you've already guessed that I am not really a journalist, but anofficer from British Intelligence.' To my relief, my contact did notget up and run. Instead, he accepted my assurance that as he wasdealing with a professional intelligence officer rather than a flakyjournalist, the Macedonian secret police would never discover hiscontact with me. He thus became my first recruited agent, and I won myspurs in the office. Thereafter, with the relationship on a more secureand stable footing, he became a productive CX producing agent.Back in London, between trips to Skopke, Fish was keeping me busy witha series of small but interesting tasks related to the Bosnian War. Hisjob was to coordinate targeting leads to possible informers from otherstations or UK-based assets such as BEAVER, and he was an energeticworker. Under various covers, I made trips to Strasbourg, Hamburg,Lisbon and Brussels to meet Bosnian and Serb journalists, dissidentsand politicians. Every time I put my head into Fish's office he wouldoffer another interesting task. `How'd you like to run BEETROOT?' heasked one day.`OK,' I replied. `But who is BEETROOT?'`He's a right-wing vegetable,' replied Fish. `A Tory MP, butsurprisingly he's OK,' he added. `Here's his file - go and read it.'BEETROOT had tried to join MI5 after university, but had been ratherunfairly turned down on security grounds. After his rejection he wentinto business, making frequent trips to the Soviet Union, and was soonpicked up by MI6 as a provider of low-level economic CX. He then joinedthe Conservative Party, which proposed him as a candidate. Toeverybody's surprise, he was elected after a large swing in favour ofpage- 103 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version of this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com