condensed master

The Reluctant Agent
A Compelling Story of Espionage
stay calm."
Gerald sat up but he didn't look too good, the gunfire had disturbed him and
he was having a job to cope. "Pull yourself together, Rodney could come at
anytime and you must be ready." The firing continued for a short while and then
ceased.
Gerald had hardly recovered before Rodney walked out of the building and
across the lawn. Will couldn't believe it. There was no one else in sight! It was
obvious that he would not be able to hang around and Will prodded Gerald into
action. Within seconds the transaction had taken place. Scanning the area once
again for signs of life and seeing none, Will turned to Gerald. "Let's get out of
here!" Even though they were still inside the compound and at risk, Will felt
somehow relieved that they were moving again.
Keeping out of sight in the deep gulleys, they cautiously made their way back.
Gerald was leading the way, his head bent slightly to keep out of sight, but his
homosexual mannerisms were still prominent and they looked more pronounced
from behind, especially the gyrating hips. Will smiled to himself as he followed, but
the smile was unexpectedly wiped from his face as a strange voice called out.
"Halt, who goes there?"
Will raised his head slightly to see a soldier some distance away. Gerald was
frozen to the spot, his head moving around in an erratic frightened manner and Will
was expecting him to panic. There was no time to waste, their entry point was not
far away and there would be plenty of cover to hide their escape.
"Run Gerald, run like hell!" and Will pushed Gerald physically into action but
it seemed hopeless. He couldn't run, it was as though his legs were detached from
his body. Two yards, ten yards, fifteen yards, and the sound of gunfire broke out.
The bullets were kicking up dirt on the ridges of the gulley above their heads in
rapid succession. He's got a machine-gun! and he could hear Gerald, his fright
now becoming vocal.
Rounding a bend Will realized that it would take them in the direction of the
soldier, but it was too late to change his mind. He was standing about thirty to forty
paces ahead, waiting for them.
Gerald raised his hands above his head waiting for some instruction. "Walk
towards him," Will whispered, "but let me do the talking."
As they walked closer Will could see the soldier looking directly at Gerald, he
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