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Will Bonner That didn't sound too bad but Will was perfectly aware of the fact that unforseen circumstances could occur, turning the best laid plans upside down. "You seem confident but there's one flaw in your plan." Ed and Tony stared at each other across the table and their minds must have been working overtime. "Everything seems straightforward to me. Where's the flaw?" Tony asked. "I'll give you an analogy. An athlete doesn't sit at home until the Olympic Games start and then try to get a gold medal on the day. He practices. You should have a dry run one week before, to make sure any hitches are ironed out, it will give you a better chance on the day." Ed turned to Tony. "Why didn't you think of that?" his voice taking on a teasing tone. Tony shrugged his shoulders. "What do you have in mind Will?" "First, let me have a look at both locations, then we can do the dry run." After arrangements had been made Will left and headed home. His mind was churning over the pro's and con's trying to second guess the problems that could likely occur. His idea for the pre-visit and dry run at the location of the surveillance had a strong element of self preservation built into it for him, giving him the opportunity to foresee any obvious danger that may present itself. It held very little consolation however, the fact remained that here he was, once again, up to his neck in the organization activities. Will stood on the wharf in Port Melbourne looking at a small pleasure boat, with the wheelhouse up forrard. The passenger deck was roofed over and glass windows extending along both sides to give shelter from the wind. He realized immediately that there would be no problems with regard to radio transmission as the superstructure was made entirely from wood. It would only be a matter of finding a suitable place to plant the recorder. Tony had arranged for the skipper and his crew of one to be away for lunch, leaving the boat vacant for uninterrupted inspection. Ed arrived, and they both walked along the short gangplank and stepped down on to the deck, the centre part of which was taken up by wooden seats, all facing the wheelhouse. The seats were fixtures so it was obvious where the person conducting the meeting would have to stand to be heard. Standing on the spot himself, Will studied the structures in the near vicinity. 216

The Reluctant Agent A Compelling Story of Espionage Several lockers, against the wheelhouse wall containing lifejackets were poorly positioned for sound reception, as they were at floor level, and would be behind the speakers. Will shifted his attention to the roof covering the deck, and he was drawn to the square lattice design of the ceiling. Ventilators from air scoops over the wheelhouse supplied cool air for the enclosed deck whilst the boat was moving. Due to age their efficiency would now be in question, which was evident when Will attempted to remove the cover with some difficulty. There was plenty of room inside for the recorder and it was an ideal position. Will turned to Ed. "This is where the recorder will have to be put, it's very important that it lies with the microphone pointing downwards, otherwise you will only get muffled sounds." "I thought you would be putting it in." "I can't be here and at Point Ormond at the same time, and the recorder must be checked and placed in position shortly before the boat leaves - lets say a couple of hours before. Give the job to someone you can trust." Ed nodded. After a final look around they left for the short drive to Point Ormond. Will had never been to the location before and he was banking on there being adjoining rooms for someone to hide and operate the recorder manually, but that was not to be. The building where people would be likely to congregate whilst waiting for a boat to arrive was a single detached structure with no second storey. Another telemetry device would have to be built and the recorder on the pier operated from a transmitter, as with the one on the boat. Ed panicked. "We won't have enough time to get it built and tested." His tone was questioning, awaiting an answer from Will. "How do you know how long it will take? Do you know the technical makeup of the device?" "No, I don't." "Then I'd suggest you concentrate on keeping your own house in order, to prevent the job from being fouled up. In other words mind your own business, the device will be ready on time." Looking on the other side of the inlet, a short distance from the pier, the land rose into a small hill covered with tee trees. "Try and find a place up there to hide 217

The Reluctant Agent<br />

A Compelling Story of Espionage<br />

Several lockers, against the wheelhouse wall containing lifejackets were poorly<br />

positioned for sound reception, as they were at floor level, and would be behind<br />

the speakers. Will shifted his attention to the roof covering the deck, and he was<br />

drawn to the square lattice design of the ceiling.<br />

Ventilators from air scoops over the wheelhouse supplied cool air for the<br />

enclosed deck whilst the boat was moving. Due to age their efficiency would now<br />

be in question, which was evident when Will attempted to remove the cover with<br />

some difficulty. There was plenty of room inside for the recorder and it was an<br />

ideal position.<br />

Will turned to Ed. "This is where the recorder will have to be put, it's very<br />

important that it lies with the microphone pointing downwards, otherwise you will<br />

only get muffled sounds."<br />

"I thought you would be putting it in."<br />

"I can't be here and at Point Ormond at the same time, and the recorder must<br />

be checked and placed in position shortly before the boat leaves - lets say a<br />

couple of hours before. Give the job to someone you can trust." Ed nodded.<br />

After a final look around they left for the short drive to Point Ormond. Will had<br />

never been to the location before and he was banking on there being adjoining<br />

rooms for someone to hide and operate the recorder manually, but that was not<br />

to be.<br />

The building where people would be likely to congregate whilst waiting for a<br />

boat to arrive was a single detached structure with no second storey. Another<br />

telemetry device would have to be built and the recorder on the pier operated<br />

from a transmitter, as with the one on the boat.<br />

Ed panicked. "We won't have enough time to get it built and tested." His tone<br />

was questioning, awaiting an answer from Will.<br />

"How do you know how long it will take? Do you know the technical makeup<br />

of the device?"<br />

"No, I don't."<br />

"Then I'd suggest you concentrate on keeping your own house in order, to<br />

prevent the job from being fouled up. In other words mind your own business, the<br />

device will be ready on time."<br />

Looking on the other side of the inlet, a short distance from the pier, the land<br />

rose into a small hill covered with tee trees. "Try and find a place up there to hide<br />

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