condensed master

The Reluctant Agent
A Compelling Story of Espionage
He could see movement inside the cab, associated with the grinding of gears,
prior to the taxi reversing back to where he was standing. The door opened and
leaning half out of the vehicle was a tiny individual, dressed in an early 1900's suit,
with as many holes and tears as it's years. His facial structure was typical of the
population from this part of the world, with a mop of greasy hair falling around his
dirty shirt collar. Beaming, he waved his small stubby fingered hand and spoke in
broken English. "Get in the back please Sir."
Will became suspicious, they did say he would be contacted by name, but here
was someone probably trying to con him into a tour of some kind.
"No, I'm waiting for someone."
"Yes, you are waiting for me," pointing to his chest.
"No I’m not."
This is getting embarrassing thought Will, I'd better be firm, so he continued,
"and if you pester me any more I shall call the police." The man's face took on a
puzzled look, then, as though someone had turned a light switch on inside his head,
his face beamed once again.
"Oh, are you Mr. Broomer?"
To Will, that is what the name sounded like, so he replied, "No, it's Brenner."
The little man's face beamed even more. "Yes, yes, that's it, I must take you
to see someone!"
All Will's preconceived ideas about the contact disappeared into thin air. This
was unbelievable!
Getting into the back seat he looked around at the inside of the car, words
could not describe it's condition, but it closely resembled the little man's suit. In
addition, there was a mouldy smell emanating from the upholstery, which was not
at all pleasant.
The car turned and proceeded to rattle it's way up the hill, past the Queen of
Sheba's Wells at breakneck speed. Eastern drivers invariably adhered to three
rules. Foot flat down on the accelerator, hard down on the brake, or on two
wheels around the corners. Will gripped the back of the front seat to prevent
being buffeted from side to side, and looking over into the front observed the man
who was sitting on two cushions, which just managed to give him enough height to
peer through the windshield.
All the foot pedals had crude blocks of wood attached to allow his short,
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