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Data, hacked or otherwise, was processed in the UK, analysed, written up and fed through to the PR and lobbying company who had hired Vectis on behalf of Saracen: Piper Anderson Communications. They served as the buffer between a FTSE-listed energy company and people affixing listening devices to coffee tables. I knew Piper Anderson – Lucy Piper used to be head of communications at Downing Street. First time I encountered her she was escorting the PM around Basra, corralling press as they documented a new school for girls. Piper Anderson offered an all-in-one package: lobbying, damage limitation, agenda-steering, legal muscle, cleaning of the internet and subversion of any opposition. If you wanted a think tank promoting the concept that human rights thrived on the discovery of oilfields, it would be blogging by breakfast, academics on-message, with politicians having quiet words to journalists over lunch. They had a lot of former ministers on their board.
Piper Anderson hired spies so the corporates didn’t have to.
I read through Joanna’s reports on political groups and systems of decision-making in the Kazakh government, and the tone was flat. A quick search revealed that a lot of it was gleaned from subscription to other intelligence companies like Stratfor, which was common enough practice but not for Joanna Lake. Some came straight from the Oil and Gas Financial Journal. I could see why Walker wasn’t worried about a sudden absence of product.
More useful was a brief summary of those rivals with skin in the game. The US energy company Chevron had big fields in operation in Kazakhstan and had brought over at least three private intelligence firms. Turkey and China both saw Central Asia as their backyard, fielding fierce resources out of vast and well-practised intelligence services. Russia’s FSB loomed large. Then there was Kazakhstan’s own intelligence service: KGB remnants, like most post-Soviet states. That was worth remembering.
Between their Sigint and Joanna’s inquiries they’d counted eleven other intelligence operations currently active, state and private, all in relation to Kazakhstan’s energy sector. Astana was what the Germans called an Agentsumpf, a spy swamp. Things heated up in an Agentsumpf. The chaos bred a sense of impunity, of minimal blowback. You ended up giving each other cover. It got messy.