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Fiction
The Other Panopticon
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Chapter 4b
Earlier Chapters:
Synopsis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I collected Rufus from Darwin Airport the next day and took him to lunch at the City’s picturesque Jetty Restaurant. He’d brought an overnight bag, anticipating spending – he told me – the best part of two days in Darwin Office.
In one sense, I was relieved to have him on board with our operation – now appropriately renamed ‘Spider’. In another sense, I wanted ‘Spider’ to be safeguarded more closely than ASIO normally safeguards its ‘crown jewels’.
‘I know you think you’re an army of ‘one’,’ Rufus reminded me, as I drove us from the airport carpark. ‘And I know it’s because of your counter-intelligence ‘bent’…’
‘… not to mention what used to be called our ‘Need to Know’ dictate.’
‘No need to lecture me on that subject,’ he barked. ‘My point is that you and I have a long history of mutual trust – and yet it was a foreign agency you turned to for assistance first, instead of me.’
‘Zorkov was giving me every indication that his people had an extremely well-placed insider in ASIO,’ I reiterated.
‘And the CIA didn’t?’
‘It may have,’ I replied. ‘But that wasn’t the point. I knew Miller well enough to know he would keep Catch-22 … er … Spider as close to his chest as I was keeping it.’
‘Until it got leaked to his Agency head.’
‘Not by him though, boss.’
‘Or so he claims.’
‘Besides, by then Zorkov was telling me I was being tracked electronically and not by one of his moles.’
‘And you believed him?’
‘Miller’s people are checking my cell phone for evidence of tracking. I can’t make a call until that check is completed.’
‘And if they don’t find that evidence?’
‘Then that needs to be thrown back in Zorkov’s face.’
‘By you?’
‘Of course.’
We reached my workplace and Enzo and Celina joined Rufus and myself in my office – huddling around my small round conference table.
Beyond my closed office door, I figured my two support staff - Clarence Ironmonger and our linguist, Intan Wenda, may have been taking bets about what had brought ASIO’s DDG to our town at short notice. The look on Clarence’s face suggested as much when he delivered afternoon tea to the four of us at around 3.30 that day. Intan, however, I knew would be hunkered down at his desk. Trouble was brewing in nearby East Timor and Intan had told me he was translating some very interesting ASIS intelligence reports emanating from that part of the world.
After I’d walked the three of them through my encounters with Zorkov and Miller during the course of my Singapore visit, Cecilia briefed the DDG on the progress of her undercover encounter with Kurt Cunningham.
‘The prospect of uncovering a Russian illegal network here takes me back over forty years ago in Canberra,’ said Rufus. ‘The KGB had a special talent for training and deploying its Line X illegals but this is the first indication we have that they may have recruited both parents and children to operate as the one unit.’
‘We can soon work out if Kurt and his adult sister, Kylie, were part of the Cunningham biological family in Russia, just by sampling their DNA,’ I suggested.
‘And if there is no match?’ asked Celina.
‘Well then we should establish if the parents legitimately adopted the two of them and if so, what records exist in Australia of those adoptions.’
‘And if there is a match?’ Enzo wondered.
I leant back in my chair.
‘Then we view them as a self-contained unit – and start retracing their ancestry and other bone fides. Celina will need to start probing Kurt Cunningham and Enzo the parents.’
‘And the daughter – Kylie? Do I need to transfer another hotshot up here, Michael, to get a closer handle on her?’ asked Rufus.
‘That would certainly be a positive for us,’ I replied.
‘There’s no use sending a young male up herE to schmooze her,’ replied Celina. ‘Kurt told me a few days ago that his sister Kylie is gay.’
--- o0o ---
That evening, Rufus and I met with Miller in Miller’s apartment next door. To keep our meeting ‘in-house’ we ordered in pizzas. Miller supplied the drinks.
‘Been a while Cameron,’ said Rufus, shaking the American’s hand and depositing himself onto one of the American’s sofa chairs.
‘Has my director touched based with you yet, sir,’ Miller asked him.
Rufus shook his head.
‘Not with me but maybe with our Director-General who is now also familiar with this operation, thanks to me. I’ll find out tomorrow morning when I call the boss.’
‘I’m sorry about all the secret squirrel stuff Mister Delaney,’ said Miller, occupying a seat opposite us. ‘Michael and I decided to keep the matter strictly entre-nous – if you know what I mean.’
‘I’ve already had my say on that subject,’ replied Rufus. ‘To your ‘secret squirrel’ colleague here.’
Miller half-smiled – politely.
‘So two things going forward,’ the DDG continued, pulling a notebook from his coat pocket. ‘First off, both of our agencies need to keep what will surely be very, very short indoctrination lists on what we are now referring to as Operation ‘Spider’. Secondly, whatever resources are needed to resolve ‘Spider’ can now be provided by our Organisation, with the exception of the technical assistance your people have kindly organised for Michael and his team, Cameron.’
He turned in Miller’s direction.
‘Can you trust everyone at your end who is across this operation?’ he asked the American.
‘As much as everyone at your end who is across it,’ Miller replied.
I supressed a smile, but Miller was not finished.
‘Zorkov’s a bloody big fish, sir,’ he added. ‘So we would like an early crack at him if or when he comes across to you.’
‘Goes without saying, Cameron,’ replied the DDG.
He glanced again at his notes.
‘It does strike me as unusual, however, that his preference is to eventually settle right here, in Darwin, rather than under your umbrella.’
‘We have extremely limited barramundi fishing options in the US,’ Miller said. ‘And even fewer akubra hat vendors.’
The pizzas arrived and Miller acted as drinks waiter.
‘One thing that needs to be worked out still,’ said Rufus, ‘is Michael’s welfare in all this, given he’s been under some fairly close-quarter attention throughout the course of this exercise.’
‘I suspect this was Zorkov deploying his resources to make sure I was on track with what he was proposing,’ I suggested.
‘Which brings us back to the sixty-four-thousand dollar question, I guess,’ Miller noted. ‘Are we being played, or is Lvov Dmitriyevich Zorkov the real deal?’
Continued next week
Earlier Chapters:
Synopsis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I collected Rufus from Darwin Airport the next day and took him to lunch at the City’s picturesque Jetty Restaurant. He’d brought an overnight bag, anticipating spending – he told me – the best part of two days in Darwin Office.
In one sense, I was relieved to have him on board with our operation – now appropriately renamed ‘Spider’. In another sense, I wanted ‘Spider’ to be safeguarded more closely than ASIO normally safeguards its ‘crown jewels’.
‘I know you think you’re an army of ‘one’,’ Rufus reminded me, as I drove us from the airport carpark. ‘And I know it’s because of your counter-intelligence ‘bent’…’
‘… not to mention what used to be called our ‘Need to Know’ dictate.’
‘No need to lecture me on that subject,’ he barked. ‘My point is that you and I have a long history of mutual trust – and yet it was a foreign agency you turned to for assistance first, instead of me.’
‘Zorkov was giving me every indication that his people had an extremely well-placed insider in ASIO,’ I reiterated.
‘And the CIA didn’t?’
‘It may have,’ I replied. ‘But that wasn’t the point. I knew Miller well enough to know he would keep Catch-22 … er … Spider as close to his chest as I was keeping it.’
‘Until it got leaked to his Agency head.’
‘Not by him though, boss.’
‘Or so he claims.’
‘Besides, by then Zorkov was telling me I was being tracked electronically and not by one of his moles.’
‘And you believed him?’
‘Miller’s people are checking my cell phone for evidence of tracking. I can’t make a call until that check is completed.’
‘And if they don’t find that evidence?’
‘Then that needs to be thrown back in Zorkov’s face.’
‘By you?’
‘Of course.’
We reached my workplace and Enzo and Celina joined Rufus and myself in my office – huddling around my small round conference table.
Beyond my closed office door, I figured my two support staff - Clarence Ironmonger and our linguist, Intan Wenda, may have been taking bets about what had brought ASIO’s DDG to our town at short notice. The look on Clarence’s face suggested as much when he delivered afternoon tea to the four of us at around 3.30 that day. Intan, however, I knew would be hunkered down at his desk. Trouble was brewing in nearby East Timor and Intan had told me he was translating some very interesting ASIS intelligence reports emanating from that part of the world.
After I’d walked the three of them through my encounters with Zorkov and Miller during the course of my Singapore visit, Cecilia briefed the DDG on the progress of her undercover encounter with Kurt Cunningham.
‘The prospect of uncovering a Russian illegal network here takes me back over forty years ago in Canberra,’ said Rufus. ‘The KGB had a special talent for training and deploying its Line X illegals but this is the first indication we have that they may have recruited both parents and children to operate as the one unit.’
‘We can soon work out if Kurt and his adult sister, Kylie, were part of the Cunningham biological family in Russia, just by sampling their DNA,’ I suggested.
‘And if there is no match?’ asked Celina.
‘Well then we should establish if the parents legitimately adopted the two of them and if so, what records exist in Australia of those adoptions.’
‘And if there is a match?’ Enzo wondered.
I leant back in my chair.
‘Then we view them as a self-contained unit – and start retracing their ancestry and other bone fides. Celina will need to start probing Kurt Cunningham and Enzo the parents.’
‘And the daughter – Kylie? Do I need to transfer another hotshot up here, Michael, to get a closer handle on her?’ asked Rufus.
‘That would certainly be a positive for us,’ I replied.
‘There’s no use sending a young male up herE to schmooze her,’ replied Celina. ‘Kurt told me a few days ago that his sister Kylie is gay.’
--- o0o ---
That evening, Rufus and I met with Miller in Miller’s apartment next door. To keep our meeting ‘in-house’ we ordered in pizzas. Miller supplied the drinks.
‘Been a while Cameron,’ said Rufus, shaking the American’s hand and depositing himself onto one of the American’s sofa chairs.
‘Has my director touched based with you yet, sir,’ Miller asked him.
Rufus shook his head.
‘Not with me but maybe with our Director-General who is now also familiar with this operation, thanks to me. I’ll find out tomorrow morning when I call the boss.’
‘I’m sorry about all the secret squirrel stuff Mister Delaney,’ said Miller, occupying a seat opposite us. ‘Michael and I decided to keep the matter strictly entre-nous – if you know what I mean.’
‘I’ve already had my say on that subject,’ replied Rufus. ‘To your ‘secret squirrel’ colleague here.’
Miller half-smiled – politely.
‘So two things going forward,’ the DDG continued, pulling a notebook from his coat pocket. ‘First off, both of our agencies need to keep what will surely be very, very short indoctrination lists on what we are now referring to as Operation ‘Spider’. Secondly, whatever resources are needed to resolve ‘Spider’ can now be provided by our Organisation, with the exception of the technical assistance your people have kindly organised for Michael and his team, Cameron.’
He turned in Miller’s direction.
‘Can you trust everyone at your end who is across this operation?’ he asked the American.
‘As much as everyone at your end who is across it,’ Miller replied.
I supressed a smile, but Miller was not finished.
‘Zorkov’s a bloody big fish, sir,’ he added. ‘So we would like an early crack at him if or when he comes across to you.’
‘Goes without saying, Cameron,’ replied the DDG.
He glanced again at his notes.
‘It does strike me as unusual, however, that his preference is to eventually settle right here, in Darwin, rather than under your umbrella.’
‘We have extremely limited barramundi fishing options in the US,’ Miller said. ‘And even fewer akubra hat vendors.’
The pizzas arrived and Miller acted as drinks waiter.
‘One thing that needs to be worked out still,’ said Rufus, ‘is Michael’s welfare in all this, given he’s been under some fairly close-quarter attention throughout the course of this exercise.’
‘I suspect this was Zorkov deploying his resources to make sure I was on track with what he was proposing,’ I suggested.
‘Which brings us back to the sixty-four-thousand dollar question, I guess,’ Miller noted. ‘Are we being played, or is Lvov Dmitriyevich Zorkov the real deal?’
Continued next week



