MAD AS MAD MAX BRYCE arrived back at his hotel, barefoot, dishevelled and tousled. He asked the lovely hotel concierge to book his return flight, with a request thrown in to be upgraded from business to first class for the London to Singapore leg of this trip.
Bryce Mabo Cameron would not have been able to do it, but his alter-ego Byron Rice could. After all, his cover was that of a frequent flyer millionaire playboy.
His next order of business was to contact his handler to say that all had gone well. He knew from experience that Intelligence would want to debrief as soon as his feet touched Darwin. So, he made it clear he had no intention of boarding HMAS Toowoomba for a chit-chat. But he also knew from experience that pencil pushing bureaucrats don’t ever listen to operators.
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