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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Big</strong> <strong>Breach</strong>; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments <strong>of</strong> http://www.192.comCambridgeshire SB, one <strong>of</strong> whose <strong>of</strong>ficers was a close friend <strong>of</strong> hersecond husband Len Ingles, had provided a helpful report. `Kiddiereally depends on Len,' Badger said. `She never does anything withoutfirst discussing it with him. If you want to win her trust, you'll alsohave to win his. Build something into your cover story that will pullhim in.'`I'll go up on a motorbike then,' I suggested. `Len's passionate aboutbikes: if I turn up on one he'll immediately take an interest.'My own motorbike: a battered high-mileage Honda Africa Twin, was ruledout by SBO5 as it was registered in my own name, so a few days later Ihired a powerful Honda Fireblade from Metropolitan Motorcycles, adealer opposite Vauxhall Cross in one <strong>of</strong> the railway viaduct archesthat lie under the main south-west line. It was a clear, brisk butsunny February day, and perfect for motorcycling. Speeding up the M11to Girton, I thought to myself how lucky I was to have such a greatjob. BELLHOP was going well, Badger was a good boss and the atmospherein the section was cheerful and friendly, unlike the mistrustingenvironment <strong>of</strong> the secretive East European controllerate. <strong>The</strong> problemsin Bosnia were forgotten and I was enjoying socialising more.Kiddie's personal file was stuffed with SB photographs <strong>of</strong> her house, soit was easy to find in the pretty village <strong>of</strong> Girton. She heard mypowerful motorbike pull up on her gravel drive and came out <strong>of</strong> thehouse to greet me with a friendly handshake. A slightly plump, middleagedwoman, dressed in tight leggings that did not do much for her, shewas not a likely person to be the centre <strong>of</strong> a complicated secretservice operation. `I am so glad you've come up, Alex,' she exhortedjollily, `Albert has told me all about you! We've been struggling formonths on this project.' Her appearance and voice were so familiar fromthe file and telephone intercepts that it felt strange to meet herpersonally, like meeting a famous film star. She ushered me into herstudy and, over a mug <strong>of</strong> Nesquick, explained her project. <strong>The</strong> detailswere intimately familiar, so I had to fake curiosity and surprise asthe story unfolded.Kiddie moved on to her meeting earlier in the year with Fahd inAmsterdam. `It was so funny, I arrived at the hotel and it was allclosed down for cleaning!' she giggled. `I had to go into the closed<strong>of</strong>f area to wait for Mr Fahd!' She even remembered the inconvenienthold up at Stansted airport on her return. `<strong>The</strong>y went through all myknickers, the little perverts. But apparently they were only lookingfor drugs,' she added obliviously. She was completely unsuspicious <strong>of</strong>me; as we had hoped, Constantine's recommendation was sufficient forher to trust me. And as we suspected from the telephone transcripts,she was unaware that she was being manipulated by Fahd and Manbar intoillegal dealings.Only half an hour or so into the meeting, Kiddie suggested that Ishould meet Fahd. `I've been struggling for months with this project,getting nowhere,' she continued. `I'm also really busy with my charitywork and I've had enough <strong>of</strong> travelling. It would be great if you couldhelp out.'`Sure,' I replied, trying to sound cautiously enthusiastic. `How shouldwe proceed?'page- 138 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version <strong>of</strong> this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com

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