Dear reader, we return to our saga,
our three anti-heroes debating whether their bundled and trussed hostage,
Bush-Muncher vehicles first saw ACTION during the INTERVENTION. Seen here being loaded onto a GALAXY for the frontline; ALICE SPRINGS.
Sophie, (is that a knuckle duster in my handbag?) Mirabella will secure them freedom if they trade her with the Indonesian government for their release. With fuel running low it’ll be a pinch to get to Bali, but resolutely they plug on. Knowing that by only getting out of Australia can they have a hope in hell of escaping Angus, his cronies, and the reach of Windsor Inc, the nefarious crime family and their flunky and partner in crime Gina intent on doing em in.
Read on…
Good, decent, noble Aussie troops amongst them ‘Benny Boy Roberts Smith’ and ‘Zach Rolfe’ cut their teeth against a relentless enemy who refuses to INTEGRATE!
In spite of the publicity, ‘nothing new nor novel’ about the goings on at Alice Springs
Terry increased the pitch of the blades and pulled back on the throttle till the roar of the Rotodyne drowned out Sophie’s invective. Till all they could hear was here kicking at the bulkhead with her stiletto’s. They all nodded. Angus’s interests were manifest. Even though he was technically out of government, they knew that there was a lever somewhere he pulled. He’d been pulling those levers himself for years. On Coal, on renewables, the Murray Darling, land clearing, arms sales, the gas- led recovery, Sportsbet 365/7.
UNGRATEFUL!
‘I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s trying to secure a possie in the House of Lords as well. That would get him off side with Gina… yeah but with Angus, he’ll always slip out of trouble and find a fall guy, or’…. Ces pointed to the rear of the cockpit; ‘A Fall Gal’. They all laughed, that even to someone as connected as Angus, Sophie might still be worth something. Perhaps Sophie would take the fall? It was an irresistible thought cos we knew just as Angus still lurked pulling the strings, Benny Boy and Julian were sure to show up some day and make us pay. And that was a thought that quashed our laughter as soon as we’d started laughing. It was like the intervention, and deaths in custody; great for NGO’s and bureaucrats, but beneath the windfall profits something lurked more sinister than the cashless welfare card.
‘Don’t worry Ces’, Quent chipped in, ‘at least with Sophie we have a bargaining chip … the Indonesian government would pay a fortune for an individual of that calibre’!
AFTER ALL We’ve DONE FOR THEM!
We all quietly thought about Sophies value as a trading chip to ensure our freedom, and all we could hear, in spite of the gag, the coarse canvas bag and the door of the cargo hold, the spiteful;
“ I’ll fucken de- ball youse, and I’m gonna stick yer guts to the wall and spray em with me hubby’s 12 gauge.
He’s got bigger connections than Gina and Angus put together and you wont ever get away, you’ll be more worried than one of Vladimir’s mates, and you might just have an accident… you bastards… Ill have Vlad do you in himself., and you’ll doing polonium, gag on sarin, and bite the cyanide capsule’.
We had to admit for an average Fair Work Commissioner she knew an awful lot about how to knock people off via the intricacies of KGB tactics. We supposed that to be part of her credentials in getting the position in the first place, and with that responsibility came the paltry 500 k salary.
Terry increased the throttle and the roar of the Rotodyne drowned out Sophie invective, till all they could hear was here kicking at the bulkhead with her stiletto’s.
‘Well then, do you think we’ll make it to Darwin’?
Their refusal to adopt our ways is a ‘slap in the face’ for DECENT AUSTRALIANS!
Ces’s question to Terry was lost as Terry, hand bleached white on the throttle and the steering column just stared resolutely ahead, and the spinifex and salt bush just raced past like the time tunnel scene in 2001. And yet this wasn’t happening in space, but above a big space, all things are relative in the end. “I dunno’, Terry gasped, ‘but I know this much, Santa never made it to Darwin, so we have no guarantee. But if this bird can get us there, it might as well make the extra hop and get us outta the country altogether. And besides, Bali is nice at this time of the year’. On that optimistic note the trio evinced wry smiles all round, proof that even in the tightest of situations they hadn’t lost their humanity.
Is humanity at stake? Ask Vladimir. Or if he won’t pick up the phone try his mate Xi?
Will they get to Bali?
Will Santa ever make it to Darwin?
In the end there is REWARD for DECENT AUSTRALIANS for a JOB WELL DONE!
Find out in the next compelling episode, ‘Island hop or stop’? Or; “A Rotodyne in the hand is (arguably) worth possibly more than a round of two-up in the bush’.