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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.comeven a verbal warning, let alone written notice. `Do you mind showingme PD/2's warning?' I asked Morrison.`Oh, you don't want to see that,' obfuscated Morrison.`Yes, I bloody well do,' I replied angrily, `Show it to me right now.PD/2 insisted that he had given me one, and I want to see his pro<strong>of</strong>.'Morrison shuffled through the pile <strong>of</strong> papers reluctanty, eventuallypulling out a one-page document to which he had attached a small postitnote. It took just seconds to read the two short paragraphs. `Butthis is not even written by PD/2,' I exclaimed. Morrison was admittingimplicitly that Poison Dwarf's claim to have given me a warning was abrazen lie. It was written by PD/1, Fowlecrooke, and referred to hisbrief visit to Richborne Terrace on my return from Bosnia. `And howdoes this constitute a warning?' I asked. `Fowlecrooke makes no mention<strong>of</strong> warning me, he just refers to my next posting in PTCP section.'`I've spoken to Rick,' replied Morrison, `and he says that he warnedyou verbally.'`But he didn't!' I spat. `I remember the meeting clearly. It concernedentirely my next posting. And if Fowlecrooke warned me, why didn't herecord something as fundamental as that?'`Rick told me that he didn't think it important enough to record in theminute,' Morrison replied, staring awkwardly over his pebbleglasses.Morrison knew that I had been unfairly and illegally sacked, but hewould not admit it.After our third Madrid meeting, in January 1997, it became clear thenegotiations weren't progressing. My resolute position was that theonly way to settle the dispute satisfactorily was to go to anemployment tribunal. Morrison and Watts insisted that this basic humanright would `prejudice national security' and that all that they would<strong>of</strong>fer was help finding another job and a small loan to pay <strong>of</strong>f mydebts. With no previous experience at complicated negotiation andwithout the help <strong>of</strong> an experienced lawyer, I was at considerabledisadvantage.Our fourth meeting, in February 1997, took place in the British embassyin Madrid. Morrison and Watts had twisted my arm into agreeing to it atthe previous meeting, arguing that it was more comfortable and cheaperthan hotel suites. Technically the embassy was British soil and sothere was a risk that the British police could arrest and hold methere, but I agreed in order to show my trust and faith in them.Morrison and Watts met me outside the embassy gates and ushered me intoa grey-carpeted meeting-room dominated by an ugly modern boardroomtable. Once again they were prepared with various papers. `We'vewritten up our agreement,' Morrison announced proudly, and pushedacross a two-page document.I looked at it bewildered for a second. `But we haven't even agreedanything yet,' I protested.`Read it. I am confident that you will be happy with the agreement,'continued Morrison, firmly. <strong>The</strong> `agreement' promised assistance to findpage- 157 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version <strong>of</strong> this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com