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The Big Breach; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments of http://www.192.comMI6 had ratcheted down on me again, cutting me off from anotherpotential opportunity to put the dispute behind me. Luckily I had mycomputer and other valuables with me.I was in France illegally and could not stay there for long. I neededto find another home, and was running out of options. The only sensiblechoice was Italy, and an internet search found a language school inRimini, a holiday resort on the Adriatic coast. On 2 March I packed upmy car again, said goodbye to Patrick and moved out of Chamonix.I found a little holiday apartment a block away from the beach inRimini without problem - being the off-season still there was plenty ofempty tourist accommodation. Having previously learnt French andSpanish, Italian was relatively straightforward and I made rapidprogress in the classes. I found the lifestyle in Italy agreeable too,and started to think about building a long-term future in the country.But before I could make any firm commitments to an employer or a longtermrental contract, I needed to sort out my dispute with MI6. Despiteeverything that they had done to me, I still felt some perverse loyaltyto them and wanted to find an amicable solution. I had more or lessgiven up any hope of getting them to an employment tribunal - the onlyfair settlement - and I would have settled just for an assurance thatthey would lift their surveillance on me, let me travel freely andallow me to get on with my life. But all my letters to this effect tothem were ignored and Warren Templeton's attempts to mediate werefirmly dismissed. They seemed absolutely determined to break me bothfinancially and mentally, and once again my only option was to pressurethem to mediation. After I had been settled in Rimini for a couple ofmonths, I wrote to MI6 to inform them that a Swiss literary agent wasnegotiating on my behalf with a publisher who was interested inpublishing my story, and asked them how I could submit my manuscriptfor clearance. I hoped that MI6 would agree to mediate, in which case Iwas prepared to withdraw completely from the publication deal. But MI6reacted a week later with their customary vindictive stupidity.`Emergenza, Emergenza!' cried the overweight and sweating figure,perched on the tip of a ladder swaying just below the balcony of myapartment. `There's a gas leak!' he shouted urgently in Italian. `Gasleak, get out of your apartment immediately!'The police had been knocking on the door of my third-floor apartmentfor the past two hours. They must have watched me arrive home on mybike from my Italian class shortly after 1 p.m., as they startedknocking as soon as I put the kettle on. I wasn't expecting anybodyand, peeping through the spyhole, I realised from the training videosin Belmarsh that they were plain clothes police - they all had largemoustaches and bad haircuts. The door was heavy duty, so I let themexercise their knuckles. I realised that MI6 must have used my letteradmitting that I had a book manuscript as an excuse to raid me yetagain and confiscate my computers. Quickly, I encrypted everythingimportant on my laptop, defragmented the hard disk for good measure andhid the tiny but crucial Psion memory disk inside the apartment'stelevision set. With everything secure, I went out onto the balcony toescape the increasingly impatient banging, lay on my sun-lounger andopened up a book. They eventually admitted defeat to two-inches ofdead-locked oak and called out the fire brigade. Now the police chiefpage- 228 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version of this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com