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The Big Breach; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments of http://www.192.comother carabinieri started searching the boot. `Whose car is this?' thesenior officer asked in heavily accented English.Ìt's a Hertz rental car' answered APOCALYPSE.The officer conferred on his radio again and ordered us to wait. I hadexpected to be arrested but still was not sure if this was a mockarrest or whether we had genuinely stumbled into one of the many randomtraffic controls on Italian roads. Surely the DS would not plan a mockarrest to this level of detail? That smoking Fiat 500 pulling away aswe arrived was so plausible. Could this be a real road block? Was theexercise was about to go spectacularly wrong?The senior officer came back and snapped a few orders to hissubordinates, then turned to us. `There are some irregularities in thepaperwork of your car. You must come with us to the station while weinvestigate further.'They bundled us into the back of separate Alfa-Romeos, carabiniericlambering in either side of me, SMGs cradled in their laps. Two otherofficers took charge of APOCALYPSE's Fiat. With sirens blaring and bluelights flashing, we hurtled down the autostrada, traffic parting infront of us.We turned off ten kilometres later and pulled into a carabinieristation in the shadows of the flyover. My captors wordlessly dragged meout of the Alfa-Romeo, escorted me into a large room and pushed me intoa chair in front of a substantial steel desk. Four armed guards stoodover me. Another officer walked in, causing the guards to spring toattention. He was dressed in civilian clothes and spoke impeccableEnglish. Ì'm sorry to treat you like this, but we have hadintelligence that two mafia contacts were making their way up to Milanin a car like yours. We need to eliminate you from our enquiries.'He handed me some forms and ordered me to fill in details of name,address, occupation and date of birth. The DS would check that we hadremembered all the basic details of our alias cover story. I handedback the paper and the civilian cross-examined me on them. I answeredconfidently, determined not to let him catch me out so easily.One of the carabinieri who made the original arrest entered andinterrupted proceedings. `Capitano, ho trovato niente nella macchina.'It was close enough to Spanish for me to understand that they hadfailed to find anything incriminating in the hire car. The captainglared at his subordinate and irritably ordered him to go back andcontinue searching. Eventually they would find the papers hidden in thedoor panel, but hopefully it would take them a while. Meanwhile, Irehearsed in my head a cover story to explain their existence.The captain questioned me politely for the next hour, checking throughthe minutiae of my cover story. It reminded me of the Mendoza policeinterrogation in Argentina. I did not diverge from my cover story andhe was starting to run out of justification for holding me when thecarabinieri returned, triumphantly clutching the photocopies. Thecaptain studied them for a few minutes, then turned to me. `So, DrNoonan, if you really are a historian as you claim, how do you explainthese papers in your car?' He shuffled through them in front of me.page- 59 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version of this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com
The Big Breach; From Top Secret to Maximum SecurityCompliments of http://www.192.com`They appear to be detailed descriptions of a shoulder-launched antihelicopterweapon, which we know the mafia have just acquired fromLibya.'I faked an innocent expression. Ì've never seen them before,' Ireplied, shrugging my shoulders. `They must have been left in the carby the previous hirer.'It was a plausible explanation. The captain had not uncovered even atiny chink in my cover story, but I knew he would not release me yet asthe DS would want to hold me until my cover was broken. The captain gotup and left.Half an hour later, he returned. His mood was more hostile. `Dr Noonan,I do not believe your story. I am arresting you under Italian antiterroristlaws. You do not have the right to call a lawyer.' He snappedhis fingers. Two of the four guards handcuffed me and frogmarched meback outside. Their grip on me was vice-like. If these guys wereacting, they were doing a good job. As they pushed me towards the twoAlfa-Romeo patrol cars, I caught a glimpse of the Fiat. The wheels wereoff, both front seats and all the carpets were stripped out and thebonnet insulation had been pulled away. Foolishly, I couldn't hold backa smirk. One of the guards noticed and, as he bundled me into the backof the Alfa, he gave my head a stealthy bash against the door pillar.Armed carabinieri climbed in on either side. One of them blindfoldedme, then thrust my head down between my knees, viciously tightening thehandcuffs a couple of notches so they bit into my wrists.They dragged me from the car, stiff, aching and still blindfolded some40 minutes later, and escorted me indoors. I didn't know it, but I wasat the main carabinieri HQ just outside Rome. The blindfold was pulledaway and I found myself in a small cell, no more than ten feet by tenfeet, furnished with a simple iron bed with a mattress and one pillow.In the corner was a continental-style hole-in-the-floor toilet, with ashower rose above it.One of the guards released the handcuffs, letting blood flow back intomy numbed hands, and ordered me to strip. As I removed each garment, heshook them and examined them carefully for hidden objects. The scrap ofpaper bearing the details of the ship and end user certificates wasstill in my right sock. Steadying myself by leaning on the mattress, Ipulled off the sock, secreting the wedge of paper between thumb andpalm. Handing the sock to him with my left hand, I steadied myself withmy right hand as I pulled off my left sock. As he examined and shookit, I slipped the incriminating evidence under the pillow.My clothes were stuffed into a black bin liner and the carabinierihanded me a pair of grey overalls a size too small, blindfolded meagain, then handcuffed me face downwards to the bed. The heavy doorclanged shut so probably the guards were gone, but I waited for fiveminutes, listening carefully, before moving. There wasn't much slack onthe chain of the handcuffs but by sliding them along the rail of thebedstead I groped for the scrap of paper under the pillow, transferredit to my mouth and swallowed it.Lying chained to the bed felt isolated and slightly humiliating, but itwas just an exercise. I tried to imagine what it would really be likepage- 60 - To purchase the original limited edition hardback version of this bookplease call 08000 192 192 or go to http://www.192.com
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