Having spent most of his life in covert operations of one type or another, Raegene Dorryen Doyle had never left himself open to speculation. The first twenty-seven years of his working life had been spent as an agent of the Central Intelligence Agency. For the last nineteen years he had kept himself busy as a private contractor doing the same type of business. As an individual without strings attached, Doyle had become a valuable operative to U. S. Security forces as well as a number of foreign governments and agencies.
Early in his career, Doyle had been dubbed The Author. The nickname had nothing to do with writing books or other types of literature. Instead, the title had developed from his early examples of a unique ability to plan and carry out missions others thought impossible. Rage Doyle was of the attitude that anything could be accomplished if one truly searched for an answer. His theory proved right more often than not on projects where he was involved.
Few who knew Rage Doyle and was privy to his operations also knew that President Lyndon B. Johnson had first called him The Author. It seems Doyle’s name kept coming up at briefings and in reports crossing Johnson’s desk. The President inquired about the young CIA agent one day and was given his file to read. After that, Johnson always referred to Doyle as The Arthur. Not wanting to be at odds with the President, others began using The Author when referring to Doyle and the nickname stuck.
Rage Doyle’s first foreign posting after joining the CIA was to the U.S. Embassy in Prague, Czechoslovakia. When Doyle’s name came up in quiet conversations wherever operatives met, there was often talk of a young woman in Prague. No one seemed to know her name but most could remember that she had long blond hair often worn in one braided tail. And they remembered she had green eyes that were difficult to describe. Most who tried ended shaking their head and saying something like “they were this indescribable green—not just green but . . .” That’s when they began to shake their heads.
Doyle had left Prague and the woman after a couple of months. A call had sent him to South America—specifically to Bolivia and it’s mountainous jungles. Though there was no proven connection to Rage Doyle, Ernesto “Che” Guevara was located, wounded and captured in a firefight in the Yuro ravin of Bolivia’s mountains on October 8th, 1967. The revolutionary, and Fidel Castro’s friend, was executed the next day in the nearby small village of La Higuera. The capture and execution was only a few short months after Doyle’s arrival in the country. Coincidence? Most thought not!
One of the other traits Doyle was known for involved the fact that he almost never made notes of any sort. He seemed to carry all sorts of details in his mind and argued information couldn’t be lost that way. When confronted with the fact that intelligence would obviously be lost if he was killed, Doyle pointed out that without him, any of his particulars would already be useless. Given his record, fellow operatives and managers tended to agree.