THE "PLANE" Molinari had arranged for us was a Gulf-stream G-3 with a red, white, and blue crest on the fuselage and the words GOVERNMENT OF THE UNITED STATES. The deputy director was definitely up there on the food chain.

It was my first time climbing aboard a private jet in the private section of SFI. As the doors closed behind us and the engines started up as soon as we hit our seats, I couldn't deny a thrill shooting through me. "This is definitely the way to travel," I said to Molinari. He didn't disagree with me.

The flight up to Portland was a little over an hour. Moli-nari was on the phone for the first few minutes. When he got off, I wanted to talk.

I laid out the crime photos. "You were going to tell me what this meant. MAI?"

"The MAI was a secret trade agreement," he explained, "negotiated a few years back by the wealthy countries of the WTO. It extended to large corporations rights that some-times superseded those of governments. Some people think it created an open hunting season on smaller economies. It was defeated in 1998 by a worldwide grassroots campaign, but I'm told the OECD, which Propp worked for, was redraft-ing it and testing the waters again. Any ideas where?"

"The G-8 meeting next week?"

"Yeah... By the way" - he opened his briefcase - "I think you might get some use out of these." He handed me folders that turned out to be the intel jackets from Seattle I had requested. Each was stamped CONFIDENTIAL, PROPERTY OF THE FBI.

"Keep them close," the deputy director said with a wink. "Might prove a little embarrassing to me if they got out."

I skimmed through the records from Seattle. A few had prior records - everything from inciting a riot to res............