condensed master

Will Bonner
was finding it extremely difficult to keep control of the situation. Standing for a
moment at final inspection, looking across to what could only be described as the
battle lines, he had the compelling desire to walk out of that factory and never
return.
"Will Brenner!" He knew that voice penetrating the sounds of production, and
turning in that direction there were his Serbian friends Ivan and Bart approaching,
broad smiles on their faces! Ed's request never entered his mind at that moment,
just the sight of two friendly faces was the tonic he needed.
Ivan, before he emigrated, was an officer in the Serbian army, and during
World War 2 found himself in England, eventually marrying an English girl before
they immigrated. Bart had a more shady past. Will eventually learned that he was
involved with the Mafia, mainly working with drugs on the black market, and his
immigration to Australia came in a timely manner, as the police were getting very
close to finding out about his activities.
His wife Ina, was from Austrian nobility, and they lived in one of the many
castles dotted around Europe that Bart used for his illegal activities.
It was impossible to recognize them as brothers. Ivan was a small man with
thinning dark hair, his features dominated by the full growth of a military style
moustache. He had a likable personality. In contrast, Bart was a big, bald, white
faced man, towering over Ivan, not fat, but disproportionate in his posture.
When they walked together Ivan's springy step and swaggering gait looked
healthy and positive. In comparison, Bart looked clumsy, his movements out of
phase, the motion of someone out of condition. On the surface he had a jovial
personality, but his mood could change in an instant to that of antagonism.
"What are you both doing up here? Looking for employment I hope!" Ivan
was the first to speak.
"No, they send us to various factories to do temporary work, we're like hired
guns. Knowing you were here we thought we'd look you up. How are you
faring?"
Will steered them to a quiet location where they could talk. "It's a shocking
place to work, and I'm looking for a way to get back to the main plant, but seeing
you has made my day."
Ivan turned to Bart. "Go and sort out what we have to do, I want a word with
Will." They watched as Bart's ungainly gait crossed the production floor in the
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