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single sheet of paper and started talking, “Sir, in
addition to being subject to your annual British Official Secrets Act
declarations, the declaration on this agreement additionally covers all aspects
of the methods, capabilities, technology, credentials and codes that you may be
disclosed to you in this operation.” Jenkins lifted the piece of paper to
indicate the agreement to which he was referring.
    Bill smiled thinking that Jenkins was a caricature of military
officiousness and procedure.
    The corporal pointed to the line at the bottom of the paper with the end
of a pen, helpfully marked with an “x.” “This is where you sign, sir, and I
will witness.”
    “Sure” said Bill taking the offered pen, sliding it back across the table
to Jenkins who countersigned, picked up the paper and placed it into folder.
    Jenkins gave a physical description of the courier Akhtar al Hamid and
then Abu Ukasha showing the only 3 known photographs
of the man. His codename was Monarch . The only easily distinguishing
feature of the Afghan warlord was a slight limp in the left leg caused by
shrapnel wounds from as far back as the war with the Soviets. He started to
describe Woods, but Bill stopped him explaining he was already familiar with
him.
    “Sir, we have established registers on various landlines, mobiles
and IP addresses in the offices of IRM, and Bicep’s hotel room. These
will generate email alerts; on file close for each voice conversation; on
receipt of each email or text received or sent. Each of the emails will provide
summary metadata and contain links to the relevant content”
    Bill jumped in “Hold on, IRM?”
    “International Risk Management. It’s a private security company that
the target works for. Office in Shash Darak Road. Only a block east from ISAF
headquarters,” he added, as if it might be relevant.
    “And the hotel?” Bill queried.
    “Hotel Ariana, room 210, corner of Bibi Mahru and Sulh roads in Shash Darak . Not far from his workplace”
obviously efficient, Jenkins had the information on the tip of his tongue.
    Jenkins looked up to check that Bill was ready to continue. “At
oh-six-hundred and eighteen hundred, Zulu, a summary will be posted to the Bicep directory of Internet traffic, by port number, for the previous 12 hour period
such as browser history; chat conversations, posts to message boards and social
networking platforms.”
    Pausing to check that Bill was taking it all in, he continued, “Using
links in the emails will take you to your MI6 login panel for authentication of
your credentials, before being entered into the ‘Dinner-Jacket’ portal to
access the file and the full directory of files for the Bicep target.
You will not have access to any other ‘Dinner-Jacket’ content, and will commit
an offense if you attempt to gain access beyond your authorised permissions,
Sir.”
    Finally he turned to Bill and appeared to be waiting for acknowledgement
that he had been understood. Bill nodded.
    Jenkins continued “If you need registers on the subject’s contacts, there
is a button on each intercept file that will initiate that for you. If you
identify any new landlines or mobile devices that need to be registered, call
the number on this sheet which will route to me, or one of my colleagues in
Technical Services, 24-7,” he said as he handed over another sheet of paper
with support contact numbers, website and email addresses.
    “If you have any support needs there is a standardised help facility in
the portal or you can call in. Do you have any questions?” he chipped in.
    Bill asked, almost incredulous, thinking about his own communications
activities “do the voice recordings include Internet-based voice-over- ip ?”
    Jenkins answered “yes, on all ports.” He paused then said “…unless we
find an unknown platform we have not yet enabled.” There was an embarrassed silence as the idea that there could be any
possible deficiency in their capabilities dissipated.