Spy Gadgets: A Visit With the Real-Life Q

AlistairCharlton writes in a neat article about night vision watches, video recording glasses, and other real-life spy gadgets. "Q (real name Jeremy Marks) has run SpyMaster for 20 years and has three branches in central London. The company sells a wide range of covert equipment, from recorders disguised as chewing gum wrappers and watches with night vision cameras, to body armour and home security. Far from meeting our Quartermaster deep in the bowels of MI5 or at an abandoned Underground station, we were invited into SpyMaster's flagship store just off Oxford street; it's a glass-fronted shop just like any other - no M, no whiskey cabinet (so far as we could see) and no ejector seats in sight. "

Comments

Curious

[madprof]

This an ad for a well-established shop in London that allows individuals to invade other people's privacy, run on the premise that you could imagine the security services using this stuff. Which they don't. The shop isn't new or novel.

Re:Curious

[JaredOfEuropa]

I'd rather see a shop for outfitting an evil criminal's lair:
- Shark tank, with trap door to dump disloyal henchmen into said tank.
- Electric wheelchair complete with controls for remote control helicopter (helicopter sold separately)
- Brushed stainless steel paneling
- High backed leather swivel chair (comes with fluffy white cat)

Re:Curious

[ewanm89]

I guess sharks with frikin lasers attached to their heads are also sold separately?

Re:Curious

[Lumpy]

But where do I buy my metallic silver collarless lab coats? An evil genius needs to look good when taking over the world.

Or even a basic white but with some Flair! I must get Doctor Horrible's tailor's number.

Re:Curious

[laron]

I think you can find all that (or reasonably priced alternatives) at http://www.villainsource.com/

Corrections

[wonkey_monkey]

Spy Gadgets: A Visit With a Real-Life Guy Who Runs a Shop

Far from meeting our Quartermaster deep in the bowels of MI5 or at an abandoned Underground station, we were invited into SpyMaster's flagship store just off Oxford street; it's a glass-fronted shop just like any other - no M, no whiskey cabinet (so far as we could see) and no ejector seats in sight.

Yes, because he doesn't work for MI6 (which is where Bond works, not MI5 as above). He runs a shop.

Re:Vague title

[hutsell]

I'm just confused because I'm not sure whether this is a slashvertisement for the new 007 movie or this SpyMaster store.

My guess would be for the later. It's a most likely a "staged" product interview for Jeremy Marks' London SpyMaster Stores using the latest Bond film as a segue; similar to the scenarios when writers and actors do the interview circuit promoting their soon to be released book or film. This isn't the real-life Q of MI5 expected; instead, this is a real-life Q using the moniker for marketing purposes.

However, if his company comes up with that jet pack or flying car everyone has been waiting decades for -- or a hover board (that can't go on water) -- then it might be possible to forgive seeing his interview commercial on the spam-site with 62 cookies and two videos running at the same time (that can't be turned off). The actual link for SpyMaster bypassing all of this crap is probably more interesting.

Find someone else to sell you those toys

[Anonymous Coward]

I used to work down the road from them in them, so I thought I'd pop in and see what they had for sale. They are the the most insufferable arseholes I have ever met. Basically they gave me the bum's rush. Every word, every gesture, their condescension, their posture, in fact every fibre of their being indicated that normal people were not their customers. I asked to see their catalogue and they told me it cost £600.

Buy from someone who values your custom.

Re:Find someone else to sell you those toys

[DNS-and-BIND]

You're not their customer, you were never their customer. Normal people (funny how that word works) are not wanted. They cater to the wealthy, and as a member of the non-wealthy, you had no place there. £600 is a pittance, if you were actually a customer you could afford that easily. It's like someone off the street wanting to kick the tires of Sun Enterprise gear. It just ain't gonna happen unless you represent a company with a million dollar budget.

Killing me softly with Slashvertisments

[UnresolvedExternal]

Dear god this must be a slow news day - I have never seen such a blatant slashvertisment in all the time I have wasted here.

If you are tired of reading ads then read about the interesting stuff the mars rover found the other day, or maybe about this interesting comet

Please Slashdot - don't make me hate you!

Ob

[Hognoxious]

no whiskey cabinet

Why would there be? A gentleman wouldn't touch anything other than a single-malt Scotch.

A Book From the Real CIA Qs

[darkmeridian]

I read a very interesting book called Spycraft: The Secret History of the CIA's Spytechs, from Communism to Al-Qaeda. The book chronicles the history of the Office of Technical Services, which provides bugs, cameras, radios, forged documents, and other tools of the trade for spies in denied areas. I was surprised to learn that America had been operating so blatantly and effectively in the former Soviet Union.

A great story concerned a US operative on a sting operation trying to buy weapons from an arms dealer. At the closing table, the arms dealer asks for the operative's (fake) passport, and looks it over. He hands it back and says, "You told me you were in Yemen so I wanted to check your passport." Of course, the operative was never in Yemen, but the CIA techs had even forged an Yemeni entry stamp onto the fake passport. The OTS also forged the documents in Operation Argo, now playing in a theater near you.

On top of all the tech are many stories of humans. A touching story concerned three OTS agents who were betrayed, arrested for spying in Cuba in 1960, then imprisoned for three years. The US government disavowed them, but despite harsh conditions and torture, they never admitted they were CIA agents. Instead, to a man, they steadfastly maintained their cover stories that they were just tourists who happened to be carrying high-tech spy equipment. From the book:

Sometimes the questions would vary, with the interrogators accusing them of working for the FBI. Bad Teeth would often claim that the other two prisoners already confessed, so not telling the truth was pointless. During one session, a young guard incessantly played with his gun, flipping the cylinder open and then pulling the trigger. "Tell him that men don't play with guns," Wally ordered Bad Teeth. "Only kids do." Bad Teeth obliged and the guard looked suitably chastened.

Our attitude was that we didn't know what our fate would be. I was convinced I was going to be shot. I figured I'm expendable, but I'd never do anything to disgrace my children or the Marine Corps," explained Andy, who had served in the Marines from 1944 to 1946 and again between 1950 and 1952. "I made my peace with God, but it never happened, thank God.

And while in prison, they used their technical skills to defuse a bomb that guards had planted as a self-destruct contingency if the US invaded, and also built a radio from discarded scrap. Their arrest was a secret even within OTS. An agent working as part of a team preparing care packages for operatives in the field saw an old tech preparing a care package by himself. He asked why the old timer was working by himself, and the guy said, "This is for our boys in Cuba. The others don't know that." Eventually, the CIA swapped them for four Cubans arrested in NY for espionage.

It's a great book, and I highly recommend it for nerds like us.