condensed master

The Reluctant Agent
A Compelling Story of Espionage
of hair protruding from every angle of his head was like a beacon announcing his
presence, he drew a deep nervous breath. This wasn't going to be easy.
Entering the restaurant Will made for a separate table in the corner and
beckoned him over. Billy's face questioned his action but with surveillance in mind
it would be best to be extra careful. Billy had arrived first with plenty of time to
plant a device, or check one out, that was placed on his person. He slipped into
the seat opposite Will but did not question his change of table.
"You've got something for me Will?"
Will stood up and pointed to the washrooms, Billy shrugged his shoulders but
followed him with a blank look on his face. Fortunately the room was empty.
"Take off your jacket Billy."
"I'm not carrying a gun."
"Take it off."
Billy removed his coat and Will checked for a bug. "Drop your pants."
"Now look here Brenner, what are you up to?"
"Drop your pants."
They were in the cubicle and Will was praying that no one would come into
the washroom. Billy dropped his pants (his underwear was in the same condition
as his apartment) but it was obvious that he was not carrying a bug. Pulling up his
pants he rearranged his clothing. Will passed Billy a pen and sheet of blank paper.
"Write this down."
With each sentence, to be extra careful, Will flushed the toilet as Billy sat there
feverishly writing. When it was all over they returned to the restaurant. "You can
buy me a coffee and something to eat now Billy. Give me twenty pounds and I'll
keep the change to pay for my expenses down here." Billy swallowed, but passed
the money across and they sat eating a meal. "Where are you from Billy?"
"Adelaide, South Australia."
"I suppose they've got you here for as long as they need you."
Billy nodded. "I'm trying to work in Australian Embassy's in all the major
capital cities around the world."
"That sounds good. Are you married?"
"No, and my function with the organization is only to deliver instructions and
collect information." Will was finally coming to the conclusion that he was probably
telling the truth.
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