Enemy Within (4 page)

“Yes, I remember, not sure if it's still there.”

The silence
had been
loud and as I
’d
looked at him he hesitated.

“Look Martin, I am not sure I should really have come here. I have a problem and need some help but hesitate to get you in to trouble as well.”

“Pleased to help. How can you get me in to trouble? Not b
roken the law
have
you? A criminal on the run,” I‘d
said jokingly.

“Not exactly,” he
’d
responded; at which I
’d
stopped joking and sat still and upright looking at him. Now I looked more closely he looked tired and tense.

“You haven't been hacking again, have you? You promised after the last time that you would stay away from that in future.”

“About six months ago I got involved with a group of people on line and a few of us locals met at the pub, the Bull if you remember it?”

“Yes I do.”

“Well, we all got on well, and some of them knew some of the other guys on line in the group personally and all seemed to have similar outlooks on life. We all despise the current hypocrisy of politicians and to cut a long story short we formed a small group calling ourselves The Truth Brigade. The informal aim of the group was to highlight evidence of political lies and hypocrisy, usually in the form of documents and then release it to press or news bl
ogs. Relatively harmless really,
we had no real agenda and it was all rather ad hoc. We conferenced on line and
those of
us
who were
locals began to meet regularly at the pub. We outed some items to the press but nothing too serious.”

“I assume you hacked private computer systems to get these documents? Strictly illegal and if caught you could get a prison sentence.” I
’d
said somewhat pretentiously as big brothers tend to do.

“I know, but as I said none of it was too serious,........... But it became so.”

“One of the group found a strange site whose origin was unclear. Several of the group had worked on it periodically over a few weeks. Don't ask me why, but for some reason it was intriguing. It was innocent looking on the surface but there was just something about it that got us to keep going back to it. Then finally I got past a password barrier and the site had opened up in to a mass of data files. After a while a clear warning that I was in a secure US government site had come up on screen but I'm afraid I ignored it and proceeded to explore the site. The site had not seemed of much interest, lists of military personnel and histories etc. with pages of meaningless numbers and dates and eventually, when I was about to pack up, I stumbled on a file of videos.”

“The file was called Raven and there were what looked like transcripts accompanied by video records of prisoner interrogations. Some were quite innocuous but a few were showing the most extreme physical torture techniques. There had been little or no extra security on these files despite the nature of the contents, almost as if the files had been located there in error.  I was downloading one of the files, for reasons I will explain in a minute, when up came a warning that I had been detected and a message flashed across the screen that what I had done was a breach of the law and of national security and that it would be in my best interests to surrender to police now before
they
arrest me. It was obviously an automated response but it unnerved me and I disconnected immediately. In the meantime the file down load had completed.

“I have the file here with me on disc. It is a record of several sessions, of one prisoner, presumably over a number of days. Can I play it to you?”

“Do I really want or need to see this?” I
’d
said looking straight at him.

“Well, that is why I hesitated to talk to you, but I had no one else to discuss it with outside the group. They are great guys but I am not sure I would trust them with involvement in this; I can only discuss it with someone I trust. I admit that it might not be a good idea for you to see it but unless you do you will not know what I am talking about.”

“It is not the torture that is the cause of the problem. That is abhorrent and repulsive. The problem is that I think I recognise one of the officers conducting the interrogations, and if I am right it could be political dynamite. Are you going to look at it?” 

I
’d
hesitated, “OK,” I
’d
nodded, and he slotted the disc in to my DVD player and pressed play.

The video showed a room with dirty white plaster walls in the centre of which sat a man apparently strapped in to a chair and illuminated by bright lights.  Two men were brandishing what looked like flexible baseball bats, and in between blows they yelled unintelligible questions at him. Periodically they referred to someone off camera, for directions. When the prisoner seemed to go unconscious he was doused in a bucket of water and the beatings paused. Then it started again and amidst the screams and shouted questions, the camera suddenly zoomed out revealing a panel of three men sitting in a row at a table on one side; they were obviously the ones directing events. The camera quickly zoomed back in on the prisoner but not before one had a reasonably clear shot of the three men

“I don't want to look at much more of this,” I
’d
said, “what am I looking for?”

Adrian rewound to the shot of the three men and froze the image. “Look at the three men sitting to one side, in particular the one on the right, is he not familiar?”

I
’d
looked at the frozen image and tried within the limitations of my player to move it on frame by frame until I had a good image of the man in question. I stopped and stared.

I
’d
looked at Adrian. “You're not really suggesting that is.........it's impossible it couldn't be,” I
’d
said.

“This video was shot some time ago, maybe as much as 8 years ago, possibly in the Middle East or Central Europe perhaps. The man has changed and the photography is also not good, which together with the shadows makes recognition more difficult. “

I
’d
stared again at the image.

“I have enhanced a still like that and can show you.” With that he
’d taken
out a laptop from his bag that was on the floor beside him and fired it up. “We are not used to seeing him in uniform and he has aged but I don't think there is much doubt.”

There was no doubt; he was looking at a picture of the Vice President of the United States. “What on earth would he be doing there?” I
’d
said.

“Well he was a career CIA man and eventually deputy director of the CIA before he became the presidential running mate and subsequently Vice President. He was in one of the hot seats after 9/11, so he would have been close to it anyway. This seems to show that he directed it.”

“Who else has seen this?” I
’d
said. “This would be dynamite politically if this became public knowledge.”

“No one, but they, whoever they are, will be tracing me. It will not be simple for them to do so, but if this is the CIA they have some of the best people possible so it will only be a matter of time.”

“God, Adrian, do you never learn? The shit could really hit the fan with this!  They will make the hacking a major offence to which a long prison sentence
is
attached. When did you do this?”

“Last night, I haven't slept since. I keep going over and over it in my mind, trying to think what to do next.”

“How long do you think it will take for them to trace you?”

“If they are lucky, 2 or 3 days, but I have been totally off air since so it will take them some time.”

“I need a drink, do you want a Scotch?” I
’d
said getting up and retrieving a bottle from the cupboard in the kitchen.

“No thanks.”

“I am not sure what you should do. It seems to me that if you admit it and hand yourself in you will inevitably be extradited to the US, and from what I have seen in the news they are getting incredibly tough on crimes like this.”

“It's not just my crime,”
Adrian
had said
. “Don't get me wrong, I know what this means and what a fix I could be in, but also people need to know that this is happening!”

“I agree in ideal circumstances people should know but this could be the rest of your life you are talking about ruining.”

“You don't need to remind me.” 

“You idiot! What gets in to you?” I
’d
said pacing the lounge floor and my voice getting louder as I spoke. “You have a perfectly good career developing and then you go and do something like this!”

“No need to shout. I think I had better leave you to it,” he
’d
said getting up and grabbing his jacket.

“No”, I
’d
said grabbing him by the arm. “I think we should sleep on it, and discuss it again in the morning, you know where the spare bed is.” With that I patted him on the shoulder and went off to bed.

The fool, how on earth do we get him out of this? I
’d
also had this nagging thought that perhaps prosecution was not the onl
y thing that Adrian had to fear;
people in that position would not want the video to become public and maybe were in a position to take extreme measures to stop it happening!

The next morning, after some discussion over breakfast, we
’d
agreed Adrian would go back to his digs and get his
main
computer and any other evidence of the transgression that he might have and bring it back with him. He would then come and stay with me for a few days while we thought
it through. I
’d gone
off to work.

CHAPTER 10

(Langley, Virginia)

He was met at the door by a colonel in full uniform who greeted him with a salute and, “can't you stay away?”

“Take my word for it
Bob
, I would not be here if I didn't have to be, where's the meeting?”

“The colonel turned and said, we hold the Raven meetings in a secure room, follow me please.”

“I don't want my attendance at this meeting officially recorded, is that understood?”

“No problem. There will only be two others present.”

After following a number of winding corridors they turned in to a brightly lit but windowless room where two uniformed men awaited.

'Let's get started, why don't you bring us up to speed Tom,” said the Colonel turning to one of the two men.

“Well, as you know we have identified the source of the site intrusion and the nature of the download so the question is what we do about it. It is clearly a breech of the law and we are confident it would carry a conviction for the individual concerned, the difficulty being that the individual is a UK citizen. Do we go ahead and seek extradition?”

“We can't risk going through the normal procedures,” he said. “What about rendition and then trial here?”

“Rendition!” exclaimed the colonel. “Are you sure we want to do that. We have never done that before against a UK citizen in the UK, if it got out it would be risky.”

“Yes, I know, but I think it is the only route. Remember none of this would be necessary if your people hadn’t allowed that Raven file to be on a low security site to be hacked by any Tom, Dick, or Harry!”

“I can’t explain how that happened sir,
but are you sure we should take such extreme action?”

“There is no viable alternative.”

“OK, but
I am going to have to ask for that order in writing.”

His displeasure showed and he frowned heavily, “Alright, I will get that to you.”

As they walked back out to his car the Colonel said, “this would not have such high priority and we would not be doing it this way if it were not for your personal considerations.”

“
Bob, a
re you refusing to do it?”

“No, but I do want that written order.”

“You'll get your written order,” he rasped and stalked off to his waiting car.

(West Country England)

I ordered yet another coffee and continued to go through, in my mind the sequence of events that had got me in to this…

Having gone in to the office the day following Adrian’s arrival
I
’d
learnt that Allied Grampian had called again and persuaded Alec that their client really was serious and that we should at least meet and see what
t
he
y were
offering. The client was apparently in Bristol that day and when they had suggested lunch Alec had reluctantly agreed.