condensed master

Will Bonner
Rodney. "Perhaps we can come to some arrangement?" he suggested.
"You've had my decision," Will interjected, "now it's up to yourselves. When
you come to your decision let me know, I'd like to go to the washroom."
The washroom was adjacent to the bar and once inside Will quickly looked
around the room. Opening a cupboard door over the hand basin he found just
what he was looking for - a large glass tumbler. Placing the glass to his ear and
against the washroom wall on the lounge-room side, it had the desired effect of
amplifying the sounds through the wall and he could hear Rodney's hushed, intense
conversation. He was bullying Gerald in no uncertain terms, blaming him for the
breakdown of his plan.
Will could hear Gerald's apologetic answers to Rodney's brow-beating and
he started to get angry. Flushing the toilet to give warning that he was about to
reappear, he returned to his seat now knowing that Rodney was not as cool as he
had first thought.
"Have you decided what to do?" Will asked, looking directly at Rodney.
"I fail to see what you are concerned about." The audacity of this man! He
must be so egotistical to think that someone would just go along with him, without
question. It had only been minutes since the bullying episode with Gerald and
Will's anger had not subsided. Rodney's last statement only served to add further
fuel to his feelings.
"You must think Gerald and I are stupid! You take documents from a file that
you are perfectly authorized to do, put them on a desk that you are authorized to
do, and collect them afterwards to put back in the file that you are also authorized
to do, with literally no risk to yourself, and you expect us to use a hoax to gain
entry to the building, the consequences of which, if caught, could mean at the very
least, a jail sentence, and the possibility of them throwing away the key. You
really must be mad!"
Gerald once again stood up and made for the viewing deck, stopping at a
distance where he could still hear what was being said. "It's all so one-sided," Will
continued, "the risk should be shared. We are prepared to do our bit if you do
yours, and that's the bottom line."
Rodney's face was now deadpan again, and apart from the distant sound of
the ocean waves and the reoccurrence of Gerald's nervous shuffling, the room was
silent. This time Will was not prepared to wait for Rodney to answer, he wanted
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