condensed master

Will Bonner
Everything had obviously been prearranged, but appeared plausible and Will
was beginning to conclude that there was no immediate danger of losing control.
The pressure for the meeting to take place was obvious, otherwise Tony would not
have appeared personally. He would have just been passed a note before he
started the day. He paused at the entrance to the stairway, holding the door half
open. "Okay. Tell her I'll be there later this afternoon."
As the door swung closed he could see Tony's face and body language
showing a picture of total relief and he heard his voice through the closing door.
"Thanks Will."
The day progressed without incident and Will found himself with plenty of time
to spare at the end of the day. Margaret was standing at the balcony railing looking
down as he circled and parked his vehicle.
She was sitting at her desk when he finally entered the lounge, looking relaxed
and wearing a casual dress. Walking over to get seated on the sofa she beckoned
for him to sit on the lounge chair opposite. He was well aware of her modus
operandi now, and after the niceties of the conversation had been dispensed with
this relaxed atmosphere would change to tension, when the reason for the meeting
began to emerge.
"I won't keep you long Will, but there's something coming up that we'll need
your help with."
"Is it electronics?"
"Yes."
"But you've got Adam's expertise now."
"This job is too sensitive. There will be none of our usual agents involved, just
you, me and Alec up front."
Will swallowed hard as the tension he had been expecting started to make
itself present. "What do you want from me?"
"It's a complex operation, but involves three phases. I need only to talk with
you about Phase 1."
Will began to get a strong feeling of apprehension. It sounded like the
beginning of a long affair and more exposure spelt the possibility of events getting
out of hand. She did say three phases. At least there would hopefully be enough
separation to provide some in between time to take stock.
Margaret was looking at him intently, probably reading the misgivings in his
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