condensed master

The Reluctant Agent
A Compelling Story of Espionage
gate and into the administrative office. If things backfired it would not be difficult
for military personnel to come up with their descriptions. They must get in and out
without being seen Will concluded, and Gerald's contact inside would have to take
on the responsibility of bringing the documents out of the building and into the
grounds. The only problem would be finding a way in and out, but it appeared far
less dangerous than Gerald's plan.
Leaving the dock gate at 10 a.m. Will glanced up and down the street looking
for Aki's wagon, but it was not in sight. Crossing over to the other side he started
walking in the direction of Honolulu, deciding to get well clear of the dock gate to
avoid meeting any of the ship's crew and guessing that Gerald would probably be
coming from that direction.
With the dock entrance still in sight Will looked for somewhere convenient to
stand and wait but at that instant a dark blue pick-up pulled up alongside and he
recognized the driver as Gerald. Will climbed into the passenger seat and the pickup
turned in the road and sped off in the direction of Honolulu.
"Pull into the first available side road Gerald," Will directed. It happened to be
a residential street and the vehicle pulled up alongside a vacant lot. Gerald
switched off the motor and turned to Will with a questioning look on his face.
"I was on my way back to Aki's place where we could talk, or have you other
ideas?"
"We may have to visit a couple of places. Will that be alright with you?"
"Yes, whatever it takes to get things resolved," and starting up the motor they
proceeded east along the highway towards the Nuuanu Valley. It was another
warm sunny day, and even though Will felt the anxieties from the affair that had
overtaken him, it did not spoil the pleasure he derived from viewing the colourful
lush countryside they were passing through.
They went directly to Aki's back room as before, and after a few minutes
chatting with the restaurant staff, Gerald returned with a tray of coffee and
cookies. As the seconds ticked by his nervous fidgeting became apparent again,
indicating his usual reluctance to open the conversation.
"Have any other arrangements been made since we met yesterday?"
"No."
"Have you any ideas of your own?"
"No."
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