THE PROBLEM WITH LIVING in the arse end of the world is that it takes ages to get anywhere.
The HMAS Toowoomba continued to sail through the Coral Sea to the Gulf of Carpentaria, during which time the mission specifics were spelt out to Bryce.
‘There’s one more thing you need to know. Your partner in crime hasn’t committed to it yet, but our counterpart seemed reasonably sure he’d come on board.’
Bryce didn’t say a word, merely raised his eyebrows.
‘Intelligence analyst, Giorgio ‘G’ Gomez.’ His handler added, rather flippantly, ‘Don’t know why they’re sending a desk jockey to go with you on this mission.’
Bryce cut him short.
‘That’s because he’s not just a desk jockey.’
The ASIS man reddened.
‘No offence meant... As I understand it, you know the guy. I was merely sa–’
He stopped
