Australia's 9 /11 ? Well almost, but this time it isn't Harry that stuffs up!
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A top secret weapon is lost in Centralia, on aboriginal land. A secret team of searchers are followed by a newspaper reporter and his ex cop mate.
Meanwhile, a terrorist group have found the weapon and intend to wipe the Gold Coast resort town of Coolangatta off the map.
Only a series of fortunate incidents save the day.
he Prime Minister was not amused. Not in the slightest.
“They’ve done what?” he thundered at the Minister of Defense.
“Sorry John, but it’s only just been confirmed. Somewhere north west of Alice Springs.”
“Does anyone else know?”
He leaned back into his well-worn leather armchair.
“You do realize what would happen if this got out? My credibility would be shot to ribbons. The Opposition would have a field day!”
“Yes, I realize that.”
“So…not a word to anyone. Nobody but nobody must know of this. Find it and give it back to them! Then send them a bill, and make sure that it never happens again.”
“Prime Minister, that is impossible. Accidents can always happen.”
“ Not under my Government, they don’t.” His tone became slightly softer.
“At least they shouldn’t. What a mess! How soon can you start looking?”
“Well it’s complicated. We can’t just wander around in force on aboriginal land and keep it quiet. So we’ve been studying sat photos of the area and already have a team looking.”
“People who can be relied upon?”
“Yes, Special Air Service personnel in the guise of civilians.” The Minister adjusted his cufflinks. It was a habit he had when under pressure.
The PM drummed his fingers on the mahogany desktop.
“Well they’d better be good. They’d better be very good. Time is of the essence. Let me know the moment you hear anything, anything at all.”
“Yes, Mister Prime Minister.” And then as an afterthought,
“They don’t call them snake eaters for nothing.” He let just a hint of a smile escape.
“That may be. But they’re not looking for snakes.”
“Of course not, Mister Prime Minister.”
The PM nodded. The meeting was at an end.
The Defense Minister didn’t mention that they also called them chicken stranglers. Both referred to the Special Air Services ability to live off the land.
He also didn’t mention the similarity between the Prime Minister’s neck and a chicken. The thought cheered him as he strode back to his own office, but he had no doubt whose neck would be first on the chopping block if this got out. It wouldn’t be the Prime Ministers.