condensed master

The Reluctant Agent
A Compelling Story of Espionage
process of leaving home to find their own way in the world.
The organization had not made contact since the sudden appearance of the thin
man, but Will had been fully aware that his circumstances had not represented
anything viable for them. Things were now however, changing rapidly. The new
products were being exhibited all over the country and Will was travelling the
length and breadth of the British Isles. He was now talking to people, visiting
establishments and reading documents that were classified. They would surely
soon appear on the scene again.
It had been one of those typical English days, continuous rain accompanied
with gusts of strong wind. He had attended a meeting in the administrative offices
of New Scotland Yard, close to Parliament House in central London, some one
hundred miles away from home. The problem of getting the car parked through the
maze of security added to the strain of driving through the inclement weather. The
meeting had gone well, but it was good to be back in the warm, dry confines of the
office.
It was late evening and the light of day had long since disappeared. Will sat
alone in the empty factory writing up the contents of the meeting, his mind
occasionally punctuated by the sharp rattling of the office doors and windows and
the boom of the metal roll-up vehicle doors at the other end of the building, as the
wind gusts reached their peak.
The turbulence had the effect of transporting his mind back to his mid ocean
experiences at sea. A more familiar sound however, emanated from the reception
area, adjacent to the office. Someone was frantically knocking on the front door,
the clicking of the door handle indicating that they were trying to get in. He always
kept the door locked as a matter of security and for once it was paying off.
Pressed in the corner of the small covered entrance in an endeavour to get
away from the beating rain was a man dressed in dark clothing. He looked up as
Will approached the door anticipating that he would open it. "Will Brenner? he
shouted over the noise of the wind and rain.
"Yes, who are you?"
"Let me in out of the rain."
Will looked past him but could see no other person. Parked on the street
under the light was an old dented car. "Tell me who you are or I won't let you in."
"It's okay. I called at your house and your wife directed me here."
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