Target number one was the engineers behind the torpedo mines. They'd found out that the Plessey codename for the device was 'Catfish'. And the company internal email newsletter had revealed that the Catfish team had went out paintballing as a teambuilding exercise once. And gave all their names.
So Liam was sent off to London to stalk the easiest target, a guy who'd moved on to bigger and better things, writing code for a bank that was really a stew of money laundering shell companies that catered to that class of criminals who were sort of needed to keep the world working. A reliable habit of sampling expensive cocktails at the Fawke's Club was his in.
Unfortunately Jimmy wasn't there the first night, and he'd had to work through most of the scotch options while keeping an eye out. The second night they'd sent along one of the handlers, an icy young lady, to keep an eye on their Amex card. She did not appreciate Liam's bantering with the barman, or stories about the good old days in the Navy, or the Pan-Galactic-Gargle-Blaster he'd foisted upon her as he sipped a Dirty Wizard.
Eventually Jimmy showed up, looking stressed and unhappy. Liam eventually glided into conversation with him, via discussion of who was the true heir to the title of Rum Supplier to Her Majesty's Royal Navy. They got to talking about work, Liam said he was in sales for a bank in Dubai, catering to the Arabian upper classes. They griped about banking and the managers and the fact that unless you were away up near the top it was never good enough money for the hours you put in.
Then it was extolling the virtues of tiki drinks, and whining from Liam about how hard it was to get good drink out East. They parted with the Malaysian's Amex card hurting and a phony business card in Jimmy's pocket. He'd been filled in that they were always looking for folk to work on their computers, they always had customers looking for newer and better ways to see their accounts, and they paid really well.
'Give this number a call and we can schedule an interview, OK?'