The Golden Gate
“It was. The preparations had to be made in total stealth and secrecy. They were. A split-second co-ordination had to be achieved. It was. Ail the men had to be rehearsed and trained, over and over again until they played their parts perfectly and automatically. They were so trained. Every eventuality, every possible departure from the planned campaign had to be catered for. It was. And their confidence in their ability to carry out their plan, irrespective of reversals and departures from the norm, had to be total. It was.Confidence was a quality exuded by their leader, Peter Branson. Branson was thirty-eight years old, just under six feet tall, 'Strongly built, with black hair, pleasant features, lips that were curved in an almost perpetual smile and light blue eyes that had forgotten how to smile many years ago. He was dressed in a policeman's uniform but he was not a. policeman. Neither was any of the eleven men with them in that disused trucker's garage not far from the banks of L...ake Merced, halfway between Daly City to the south and San Francisco to the north, although three were attired in the same uniform as Branson.The single vehicle there looked sadly out of place in what was, in effect, nothing more than an open-ended shed.MoreLess
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