I still think Charlie-ing this guy yourself is over the line. Not far... but I have a better solution anyway. Pull a Garibaldi on him.

Buy him a drink, make him look away, make a toast, and then tell him you've just fed him the latest nanotracker from whatever Yanks call Q section. Tell him he can run, but he can never, ever hide. Just to be sure? Put an obvious tail on his ass until he cuts and runs. He'll BEG for Sibera just to be sure...