condensed master

The Reluctant agent
A Compelling Story of Espionage
rest, the jeep reversed, turned, and made it's way up the rough track towards the
road.
Every once in a while he could feel the weight of gorilla's boots, rising and
falling like sledge hammers, on his neck and back, as he vented out his anger on
him. The pitching and rolling of the jeep changed to a steady vibration, indicating
that they were now back on the tarmac road. Will was constantly bracing himself
against the hammering from the boots, determined not to let one single cry escape
to give pleasure to the gorilla man, but it seemed to be unrelenting and he was
beginning to wonder whether he would be able to see it through.
The jeep skidded and came to a halt. Due to his vigil, and coping with the
abuse he had been receiving, Will had not been able to consider his plight. Feeling
a grip around his ankles, he steeled himself as he was pulled out of the jeep like a
log of wood, his chin striking the doorstep, snapping his head backwards as he fell
on to the roadway on his stomach and chest, sending shock waves of pain through
his body. Trying to get up on his knees he felt the force of another kick in the side
of his ribs, but he had now reached the point of tolerance to the abuse, that he no
longer felt the pain, only the impact. Eventually, getting on to his hands and knees,
the scene which confronted him was familiar. He was back at landing and the ship!
Unable to get to his feet at that time, Will continued to crawl past the guards
at the end of the landing. What was happening seemed unbelievable to them and
they remained rooted to the spot. Even though he felt sick and exhausted, the mere
fact that he was within sight of the ship gave Will new life. Finally managing to get
to his feet, he staggered uncertainly down the wooden planking of the landing
towards the gangway, when he became aware of someone staggering towards him
in the opposite direction.
It was the second officer, and as he passed him Will could see the fixed look
of anger on his face. Turning to see where he was going, Will lost his balance, and
he fell to a sitting position where he watched the second officer making his way
down the landing, and saw to his amazement that he had a large calibre service
revolver in his hand.
The jeep with the M.P's inside was at that time reversing to make their exit, but
the second officer raised the gun, cocked it, and fired two shots into the air. The
M.P's in the jeep jumped out and took cover, and the two guards ran into their
hut.
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