For starters he should have got himself setup as a grass for the Romans. Nothing fancy. Just pick a fat WO and feed him bottom-feeders. Sooner or later it will blip the radar back at GCHQ Rome. Then you have a string of imaginary 'contacts' who need cash and hey, happy days. Arm the Apostles. No, really. The Romans are turning up, half asleep, to arrest a Hippy in a frock and sandals. "Hi brother. I'll come along quietly. So will my chum Saint Peter The Twitching Bug Eyed Glock Nutter" And the Last Supper might have been more interesting with a few tins of Stella if you ask me. Maybe a bottle of Laphroig?