condensed master

Will Bonner
"Good evening Sir." Will nodded, it seemed unnecessary to say anything as he
appeared to be checking out the vehicle for other occupants. Just doing his job,
Will was thinking.
The long tree lined driveway terminated in front of a typical old English manor
house. A small parking area alongside the house was empty but floodlit, as were
other areas across the lawns surrounding the building, spelling out security.
Bob started to pant and wheeze as they climbed the steep stone steps to the
front door and Will purposely slowed his pace eventually standing for a few
moments by the front door, allowing him to catch his breath. "You're one of my
agents whilst we are here, okay?"
"I suppose it will be alright if it's only for an hour or so."
Henderson smiled and pressed the intercom button. "It's Henderson, I have
an agent with me. I'll punch in my security code."
Within seconds the noise of door bolts releasing electronically broke the
silence, and they walked into a large oak panelled entrance hall. The security man
looked up at them from behind a console that resembled a television studio
control. "You're working late Sir. What can I do for you?"
"Yes, something urgent has cropped up. I need some information from central
filing to get this agent underway tonight."
"Will you be taking away any documents?"
"No, it will be all verbal and we'll have no need to use the computer."
"That makes things real easy then, doesn't it Sir? You know where to go. I'll
release the entrance doors and see you when you leave."
Helping to swing open the heavy steel filing vault door Will walked over to an
open area in the centre of the room containing a desk, and next to it a shredding
machine. There were no windows in the solid brick walls on all four sides,
indicating top security. Rows of tall filing cabinets projected in every direction from
where he was standing. He could hear beeping sounds as Henderson entered
codes to gain access to the cabinets, then opening and closing drawers between
periods of silence. He reappeared, dropping a large folder on to the table before
sitting down on a chair nearby.
Will thumbed quickly through the pages, immediately recognizing Margaret
Collins's handwriting. He subdued the urge to study the contents, it was only
necessary to verify that the file was his, but there was no doubt. He turned to
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