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Will Bonner<br />

"The two devices on the safe will have to be disarmed before Alec can do his<br />

job. I'll attempt to get some up-to-date information about them which may or may<br />

not help. We need to meet, say a week from today with Alec present. Can you<br />

arrange that?"<br />

"Yes. What about these devices? They could make or break the venture<br />

couldn't they?"<br />

Will nodded. "With whatever information is available, no matter how small, it<br />

will have to be coped with on the night."<br />

Maxwell Scrieber's combined workshop and electronics laboratory was<br />

situated on the beach road in Beaumaris, a bayside suburb. It was actually a<br />

converted shop with no signs to indicate it's use, not even a number. For some<br />

unknown reason the windows were completely blacked out, stopping all natural<br />

light from entering. Hanging florescent lights, the only source of illumination in the<br />

large room, with a small sink and cupboard in the corner behind a partition, where<br />

one could make a cup of tea.<br />

Will parked the car opposite as he had done on previous occasions, pulling off<br />

the road on to a small dusty area. There were no railings and only a few feet from<br />

the vehicle the land dropped away suddenly, down to the water some fifty or sixty<br />

feet below. Will always had misgivings parking there, and he gave the handbrake<br />

an extra pull to make sure that it was fully on before making his way across the<br />

road to knock on the door.<br />

Maxwell greeted him wearing the same old brown dustcoat partly covering an<br />

open neck shirt that badly needed to be introduced to the laundry. His thinning<br />

tousled hair, fell about his ears. A short man who walked with a crouching stance,<br />

an appearance that gave one the impression that he was constantly preparing to<br />

sit down. His quiet demeanour masked his brilliance with designing items for the<br />

security field, keeping his expertise constantly in demand.<br />

"Hello Will Brenner!" What are you doing in these neck of the woods?"<br />

Will knew that Maxwell was never one for small talk, always eager to get<br />

down to the technicalities and he would instinctively know that Will would not be<br />

paying him a social visit. Not being there to work it was best to come directly to<br />

the point and his stay would be a short one.<br />

"I've been asked by an organization to make up some copies of your magnetic<br />

safe clamp devices. I told them no, so they've managed to get a couple from a safe<br />

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