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The Big Breach; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments of http://www.192.comdestroying descent into debt, so I chose to sell my flat. It was incentral London, had a small but well-kept garden, a garage and was ingood condition, so it sold quickly. It was gut-wrenching to move outfor the last time in mid-June and load up my possessions for the driveup the motorway to my parents' home in Cumbria, where I could stayuntil the probation was over. When my travel restrictions were lifted,I planned to move to Australia or New Zealand where it would be easierto start afresh at the bottom of a new career without the millstone ofa mortgage. I bought a laptop computer and hooked up the internet so Icould research job opportunities there. It was in direct breach of myprobation conditions, but MI6 would have to admit that they weretapping my parents' telephone if they wanted to re-arrest me. In anycase, it gave me pleasure to break an absurd and technophobiccondition. The internet proved fruitful and soon my Psion was fillingwith contacts in Auckland and Sydney. One career that interested me wastelejournalism and I made contacts with TV companies in both cities.Among them was Australia's Channel 9 TV and their young Londoncorrespondent, Kathryn Bonella, met me a couple of times in London.These meetings had to be discreet, because although I was just lookingfor a job, MI6 would view them as a breach of probation and would tryto have me re-arrested.As the end of my probation neared, I started to fear that MI6'sreluctance to provide any resettlement help was an ominous sign. Ifthey believed that I was such a threat that it was necessary toconfiscate my passports, ban me from the internet, prevent me talkingto journalists and oblige me to rigidly check in with a probationofficer every week until 31 July, how were they planning to control mefrom 1 August? From that date onwards, I would be legally free to talkto journalists, use the internet and travel abroad. It was toosuspicious that they would use the stick until the end of probation butthen not offer even a whiff of a carrot thereafter.There was only one conclusion to draw. MI6 must have an elaborate,possibly sinister, plan in place, to control me after 31 July. I fearedthat they planned to frame me for a crime with a lengthy prisonsentence. They had examples of my fingerprints and genetic signatureand it would not be difficult to use this as evidence in, say, a drugsmugglingprosecution. I concluded that it was better not to stay inthe UK to find out. It would mean going before the end of my probationand without a passport. But how? Luckily there was my training in HMPBelmarsh to fall back on.Dobson advised me that one way to slip out was to take a ferry fromLiverpool to Belfast, then the train to Dublin. A passport was notrequired to travel to Northern Ireland because it was part of theUnited Kingdom, nor was one required to travel between the two Irishcapitals because that would antagonise the Irish Republicans. Once inDublin, I could apply for another New Zealand passport from the HighCommission and fly out. But the security forces had such an obviousloophole swamped with surveillance, including CCTV cameras that couldidentify a face in a crowded station, and it was ground I did not know.Dobson also gave me some of his Dover tobacco-smuggling contacts whohad fast boats. But getting caught up in a smuggling racket would playinto MI6's hands. After reviewing the options, the best was the mostbrazen - just blag my way on to one of the cross-channel ferries toFrance. Dobson told me he had succeeded a couple of times when thepage- 202 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version of this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com