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seeing you, you are on the way to Pill? Is there still a ferry running across the river at Pill? I can remember using it with Mum and Dad when we were kids.”
    “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