On the run with Murdoch's pirates
What happens when one of the biggest media groups in the world sets up its own private security force? What happens when part of this operation goes rogue? Fairfax reporter Neil Chenoweth’s new book, Murdoch’s Pirates, investigates News Corporation’s links to worldwide piracy. Here is an extract from the book.
Toronto, 24 October 1997
Toronto is a mean town when you're looking for a bolthole. The operation was blown, and the agent was running. No ordered retreat here—this was panicked flight, strung out on adrenaline. Far beyond the threshold of fear and desperation, it is when the quarry knows his pursuers are close and all he wants in life is a place to go to ground.
Author Neil Chenoweth.
Any halfway serious intelligence operation has an emergency plan. It's Spy Stuff 101 - in the world of John le Carré, a little in-house tradecraft. That means fallback options, safe houses, collateral assets to call on, a whole range of contingencies, a long way before you get round to explaining the really neat pension scheme. But it was long past any of that. Alex couldn't go back to the hotel, the telephone call had made that clear. It was the first place the police would look for him, after the Stop and Detain alert went out to the airports.
The order was to arrest him on probable cause. There were $25,000 in money orders in his hotel room and some expensive computer equipment, but Alex had to walk away from it all. This too was a measure of his distress, for he wasn't the sort of man who walked away from money easily.
Instead he was now heading across town to find another anonymous hotel room, all the time feeling his panic building. He cursed himself for using a credit card that might be traced, flung out of the new lodging and was back on the street. Toronto in late October had the chill of late Fall; a towering blonde German, he was trying to look inconspicuous. He managed to find another hotel, this one cheap and anonymous; he was jumpy as a cat, ready to flee if any police car cruised past. By morning he was in his fourth hotel. It seemed only a matter of time before his luck ran out. In London, his controller was trying to work out where the operation had gone wrong. Ray Adams had made the travel arrangements himself. In a previous life he had been a Commander at Scotland Yard, running its intelligence division, S11. Now he ran a network of seventeen agents in Europe for Rupert Murdoch. He knew how to do this stuff. He had put Alex on a business class ticket on Lufthansa flight LH 474 at 5pm October 21 out of Frankfurt, to arrive in Toronto at 7.20 that same Tuesday evening. The return flight was a week later.
The complicating factor here was that Alex wasn't travelling alone. Adams had booked a ticket for Alex's wife as well. In part, it was because Adams didn't see any real danger. It would be a little vacation for her, a treat. Agents sometimes need something unexpected like that; their family needs to feel the love. It was just a chance to kick back, really. Think of it as a bit like Date Night, on Uncle Rupert's dime.
At an operational level (he didn't tell Alex this, let alone his wife) it was a nice domestic touch, to disarm the suspicions of the people Alex would be meeting. How could they think he was a spy when he brought his wife along with him? What kind of man puts his partner in danger as well? It was a gesture that has Trust Me written all over it. And the first meeting with the Canadian pirates had gone well. Then hours later they had ratted on him. Did it without a second thought. 'Sure I did it,' the pirate who fingered Alex tells me a decade later when I run him down. 'What's to think about? He was going to help the opposition. Of course I took him out.'
So now Alex and the missus were hotel hopping, on the run together in Toronto then across the US border, accompanied by a business associate of Alex's. Alex had wiped the hard drive of his laptop repeatedly during the night. It would take a very, very good forensic technician to retrieve anything from it. But that was still not completely out of the question.
And it had come to this. A hacker on the payroll of NDS, the arm of News Corporation that provided security for its pay-tv operations, was on the run from the police in two countries. The best prospect now that he had been smuggled across the border into the United States, was to fly him out through an airport with low security. If he was caught, the repercussions for NDS, for News Corporation and for Rupert Murdoch in the glare of publicity were potentially disastrous. The first question would be how News Corporation came to be involved in what looked like criminal piracy directed against NDS's biggest client, DirecTV. How had it come to this?
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