condensed master

Will Bonner
organization into oblivion, and for the remainder of that day they talked about the
forthcoming event. The baby was due in May of the following year, and in the full
light of the following day Will was beginning to realize the full implication it was
going to have on their future.
His mind was oscillating between the memorable times ahead and the stark
reality that his involvement with Ed and the organization could affect the very
stability of the family they were trying to build. He would keep the fact that
Dorothy was pregnant from Ed, or anything for that matter regarding the family,
even though there was an element of trust.
It was the unknown members of the organization he was fearful of, and it was
going to be paramount that he learn more about the others, which was something
he had always avoided in the past. Tony was Ed's achilles heel, and Will would no
longer wait for an opportune moment, but would now force the matter to the
forefront as soon as he could, without creating a backlash from the organization.
It was later in the afternoon when Ivan and his wife Eve, arrived to look at
land. His brother Bart was with them and at the first opportunity Will approached
him. "Thanks for your letter."
"Was it what you wanted?"
"Perfect, just what the doctor ordered. It will be put to use on the dates and
you'll get the results as soon as I get them." Bart nodded his head, there was no
need for further conversation.
The first plot of land that Ivan looked at was situated on the bend of the road.
A super position, the land rising and spanning the bend like an auditorium, with an
excellent view. Ivan's enthusiasm got the better of him and even though the grass
was three foot high he ran up to the centre of the block to get a better idea of the
view. Within seconds he let out a scream and left the plot like an Olympic runner.
A short time later, a six foot brown snake slithered across the road towards
the creek, on the other side. At that time of day it was not uncommon to see them
heading down for water. Ivan and his wife, eventually chose a plot of land in the
same street as Dorothy and Will, and they were to live in a caravan until the home
they were building became habitable.
Back at the factory on Monday morning, the trials and skirmishes of
production now seemed petty and insignificant in comparison to the forthcoming
event, and Will's outlook changed for the better, allowing him to brush aside the
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