A Journey’s Beginnings!

A Journey’s Beginnings!


     These blogs are slices of Rage Doyle’s life as a character in Joe Shumock’s novels. Please remember these segments are fictional as are the novels in Joe’s Letter Series. You may have already met Rage in the novels. If not, this will be your introduction to the man who wears the fedora, shades and long black leather coat.
The material presented here also informs you regarding the years before this mysterious individual shows up as Webster’s friend and mentor in A Letter to Die For. Rage, in many cases, tends to be a shadow figure, but there are times when he must go it alone in order to accomplish his goals or to help those who call upon him.
Without further delay now, let me reintroduce you to Raegene Dorryen Doyle – Rage to those who know him well.

In 1966, the Central Intelligence Agency’s class of recruits included Raegene Dorryen Doyle. Slim, at around 5’11”, 170 pounds, and clean shaven at this juncture of his life. His hair is dark brown and the eyes are, well . . . blue, but not just blue. They are a dark blue, some would call them cobalt blue. They’re penetrating, too, especially in later years if you are subject to his questions.
Fresh out of Harvard University’s School of Law, Doyle’s exemplary academic record included a Master of Science degree in criminal justice attained before reaching Harvard. The soft southern accent he retained from boyhood would continue to be an interesting part of his persona, both public and private.
Arriving at the intelligence agency the same year as the new director, Richard McGarrah Helms, the new recruit continued to prove himself as he had with his earlier academic endeavors. Doyle enjoyed learning and was an eager student. Whether it be intellectual or otherwise, he almost always led at whatever task was presented.
Body requirements came as easily as classroom studies. The muscular young man caught the eye of physical instructors as he moved quickly from one difficult challenge to the next, mastering each of them in turn. Show him an exercise once and Doyle could usually do anything to perfection. He appeared especially to enjoy those actions involving the disabling of an enemy. Cautioned to be careful numerous times, it was as though the young recruit wanted to know every possible way to permanently incapacitate an adversary.
Finally, and with the significant relief of his fellow class-men, Doyle and the others completed their initial training, both general and specific. The next step involved assignment to the field. Much discussion centered on the hopes and wishes of the fresh-faced young men who expected to make a career in the CIA. When asked his choice, Doyle mentioned Russia—specifically Moscow, but said also that he hoped for a location and situation that would challenge him.
Raegene Dorryen Doyle’s name on the list and his orders assigned him to the U.S. Embassy in Prague, Czechoslovakia. Though Moscow had been his first choice, no dissent was voiced on his part. There were better opportunities further east, Rage had reasoned, but Moscow was not his assignment—Prague was.

     There was no argument or changing it at this point in his career.

Rage Doyle, an anomaly

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.