condensed master

Will Bonner
The two men concentrated on their food and eventually the conversation
resumed as Will talked about his family and upbringing in the country. For obvious
reasons, Gerald was more reticent to impart any information about his background
but Will gleaned that his father was a career diplomat, having served in several
Embassy's abroad. Knowing this, Will realized that Gerald would have a lot of
contacts available to him through his father, and that people like ferret man would
be threatening to expose his homosexual activities to his father's diplomatic world,
which would be disastrous for both father and son.
"During the next few days I will have to get you some local identification. Have
you a head and shoulder photo of yourself out of uniform?"
"No."
Gerald took a card from his pocket. "Go to this photo shop and ask for a set
of passport photos, it's within walking distance of the ship." Then passing another
card to him. "Give them this and leave the photo's at the shop, I will collect them
later."
"I'll go tomorrow before the ship leaves for Pearl City."
It was now getting late. Arrangements were made to meet again in the Royal
Hawaiian Hotel on the third day and Gerald dropped Will off close to the Aloha
Tower, giving him only a short distance to walk back to the ship.
The day had been mentally tiring, and Will made his way to his cabin. Ted was
back and getting ready to settle down for the night. He had been walking nearly
all day and was physically exhausted. It was usual after being ashore to trade the
events of the day, but under the circumstances Will was happy to forego the ritual,
falling off to sleep almost immediately. He was surprised to awake feeling
refreshed next morning after a good night's sleep knowing that the previous day's
events had not apparently affected him.
He had no difficulty in finding the photo shop. It was within easy walking
distance as Gerald had outlined, tucked away in a side street with very few other
shops around. Will could not see any passport photo signs which was unusual for
that sort of shop. The frontage was very small, with a window on one side of the
front door containing a few cameras and other photographic bric-a-brac on
display. Will checked the number on the door against the card that Gerald had
given him and it matched, so he went inside.
He was immediately struck by the semi darkness inside, emphasized no doubt
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