Beijing- Defence Ministers Office–
“ Those Colonial whore fucking Australians, that PM, his bunch of US cock sucking mates, HOW…how fucking dare they, I have half a mind to nuke Sydney Canberra and just for fun Melbourne too. Bastards!!!! exclaimed the Chinese Defence Minister- his face fully coloured red as the rage built.
The Ministers office went quiet and staff in it were used to outbursts from the Minister but nothing had equalled this for some time. The intelligence chief beat a hasty retreat out having been dismissed.
Ming looked at her notes keeping eye contact with the desk in front of her Minister whilst he strode, stomped was more like it backwards and forwards behind his desk clearly in a rage, but deep in thought none the less. The news from Australia was not good and being an intelligent person who presided over all manner of material that flowed through her minister’s office, Ming new the Australian actions had consequences.
The Minister yelled at the open door to his office” And get me confirmation by satellite”, he screamed and resumed his pacing.
Australian Prime Ministers Canberra Residence 48 hours earlier
Mark Barton had served, he’s seen Prime Ministers come and go in his journalism role, the great COVID recession and now this, this was something new he thought. Mark looked down at his notes, as he reached forward and started the Hilux SUV up to turn the heater on.
He was surprised actually, the Residence security details knew he was there and would also have known who it was but the sight of the two armed security staff and the PM walking towards him….was more than new.
Mark was scrambling now inside the cab, he’s just shut down the lux and started to push open the door to exit when the PM arrived.
“Morning Mark “the PM said, now standing outside his half-opened door.
“ I hope this is not an inconvenient time, but I wonder if you would accompany me back into the lodge for a chat and some coffee perhaps, I have some important matters I would like to run passed you” the PM said, offering his hand in the direction of the security gates to the residence.
Mark was clearly shocked and still trying to collect his note book and pad, whilst getting out of the car and…at the same time pay attention to the PM, finally collecting all his stuff he stood upright outside the car facing the Prime Minister.
“Er.. why yes Sir, that would be most welcome, I must admit, I do have some questions…..especially about your visitors that left earlier this morning, Mrs Rinehart, Mr Forrest and the others, a rather powerful gathering Si”– Mark said, noting that as he had fallen into stride beside the PM, he shot a quick look at the Lux parked now illegally really.
“I might just have to move my car Sir” he said, and started to reach for his car keys on his pocket’
The Pm stopped dead in his tracks and looked straight at Mark-
“ I’ll not beat about here Mark, those people who were here last night…well you know how important they are, How’s about I get the team here to move your car inside the compound and we continue on inside hey” The PM had shift gears fast, gently gathering marks arms to move him in whilst one of the security team strode up and grabbed the keys from him, turning and half jogging back towards the gate entry and marks Hilux.
“Can I ask A question Sir” Mark asked, trying to get some balance and sort out just what the hell was going on, reporters are not asked in for coffee off the cuff to the PM’s digs that was for sure
Without breaking stride, the PM replied
“Soon Mark, I think though we shall head for the kitchen, you do drink coffee right? Asked the PM, turning sharp right and heading towards what by the sounds could only be the kitchen staff rousing and all manner of movements taking place at the beginning of another day.
Mark turned right following the PM and stopped dead in his tracks, taking the security team completely by surprise and causing a moments consternation, hearing it behind him, the Prime Minister stopped and looked back at Mark, silent and motionless, clearly waiting for Mark to say something.
Mark needed time, but things were moving fast, stopping suddenly and shaking his head whilst he rapidly assembled his thought his looked straight at the PM and stepped in closer, not inside the secure zone you might call it, that would have elicited reactions from the PM’s team. But close enough to then lean in and in speak in a hushed, almost secret tone.
“Sir” mark whispered, “I watched the heads of BHP, Rio and Anadi, Forrest, Gina and a few other I could not see depart here this morning and I cannot help but feel that this gathering has something to do with the Chinese governments recent ban on University Students attending our Unis and perhaps even more so, the severing of ties with PRC Unis and research by your government. I don’t know exactly Sir what’s going on, but that’s a mighty powerful collection of persons you have had here, can I ask why? Mark stood a little taller asking the last question, now having gotten over his initial shock.
The PM turned and made way towards the kitchen, before entering the door stopping just briefly-
“ If you want answers Mark, then you best come in and have some coffee and food too if you wish, I have a request for you and I will answer your questions, but…basically, we’ve just told the Chinses to go fuck themselves and things might get exciting”.
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