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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.comSitting on the low leather s<strong>of</strong>a in the reception hall <strong>of</strong> the elegantJohn Nash-designed house overlooking St James's Park in central London,I was curious and intrigued rather than nervous. <strong>The</strong> meter ticking nextto my battered old BMW parked a block away was more worrying than theimpending interview. I checked my watch and hoped it would not lastlong. Recent editions <strong>of</strong> <strong>The</strong> Economist and Financial Times werescattered in front <strong>of</strong> me on the low glass-topped table, and I pickedone up to pass the time.I heard s<strong>of</strong>t footsteps descending the stairs from the mezzanine floorabove and shortly a tall, pretty girl stepped out on to the marblefloor, her high-heels clacking as she approached. I put down <strong>The</strong>Economist and stood. `Mr Tomlinson?' she asked, smiling. I nodded. `MrHalliday will see you now. I'm Kathleen, by the way.' We shook handsand she escorted me up the stairs to the mezzanine floor where sheshowed me into one <strong>of</strong> the <strong>of</strong>fices.A small and slightly built man in a wide-lapelled brown suit with astring vest glimmering through an acrylic shirt awaited behind a desk.We exchanged greetings and shook hands. He urged me to sit down on alow armchair and sat down opposite me, a low table between us. Hesmiled. `Do you know what you are doing here?' he asked.`Haven't a clue,' I replied cautiously.`Well first, can I ask you to read and sign this?' He handed me aprinted sheet <strong>of</strong> paper and a biro. It was an excerpt from the 1989 OSA(Official Secrets Act), headed `TOP SECRET’. He went over to the windowand gazed over St James's Park while I read it. I signed it vigorouslyto signify that I was finished, and he returned with another file. `Nowread this,' he ordered, handing me the green ring-binder.Halliday returned to the window, leaving me to read the 30 or soplastic-wrapped pages. <strong>The</strong>y explained that MI6 was Britain's overseasintelligence-gathering organisation, administered by the FCO, and thatits objective was to gather intelligence from secret human sources onpolitical, military, economic and commercial policies <strong>of</strong> rival foreignpowers. A couple <strong>of</strong> paragraphs explained the selection procedure -almost identical to the FCO entry procedure, with one extra round <strong>of</strong>interviews. <strong>The</strong> positive vetting procedure - an inquisition into acandidate's private life - was described, then it outlined in generalterms an MI6 career. Six months <strong>of</strong> training, a first overseas postingafter a couple <strong>of</strong> years behind a desk in London, then alternate threeyearhome and overseas postings until compulsory retirement at 55. Atthe back was the payscale - not generous compared to salaries in theprivate sector, but still adequate.I closed the file and put it down on the low table. Halliday got upfrom his desk and rejoined me. `What do you think?' he asked eagerly,as though I had just finished inspecting a second-hand car he wastrying to sell.`I'd like to know more,' I replied cautiously.Halliday asked the usual interview questions with one unusual request.`One <strong>of</strong> the jobs we <strong>of</strong>ten have to do in MI6 is make a succinctpage- 14 - 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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