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“Australia has been invaded by Earl Hastings and his wife the Countess Noelene. They claimed to have seceded from Australia just north of Rockhampton in 1993. We have never officially recognised this micronation due to questionable legal issues,” The General’s voice rumbled.

“He is believed to be the legitimate heir to the British throne as well. Thus he has a strong claim to being the sovereign of Australia if he so desires. I'm sending in Captain Archer to negotiate. Murphy, Rudd I'm sending you in as backup. No action is to be taken on your behalf until Archer is certain there is no peaceful resolution achievable.”

Mad Dog turned his gaze on Rudd. It was a gaze that could stare down a charging bull. “You still functional Ramjet?”

“Fit as a Mallee Bull,” came Rudd’s quick-witted reply.

“Mad Dog has a legitimate point General. What if Boy Wonder here special powers give way?”

“I will not question my men’s integrity. He said he’s fit and ready to go. You will go. That’s an order!” The General issued some crisp commands in reply.

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Rudd was drywashing his hands. He didn't know where to begin with this situation. They had just arrived, a short distance from Rocky. From up in the hills or mountains, whatever you wanted to call them, you could see the city lights. The sun was just beginning to rise.

"Welcome to hell," the Cap said to no one imparticular.

"Don't be ridiculous, we get a fresh start at sunup and this will be over by lunchtime," Captain Archer replied.

Mad Dog was silent. He surveyed the landscape. It was like something from the feudal age. A Victorian Manor house that had been added onto over the years became something of a monstrosity and eyesore.

It was inside what could only be described as a compound. Murphy's military brain viewed the entire Estate as a compound. He assessed the situation quickly. The few houses inside the American style wooden fence became pill boxes, defensive positions from where the Hastings employees would protect themselves. If this was truly a feudal village he would have expected to see the houses outside the main Estate, not inside. Mad Dog had little doubt that as soon as the sun was high overhead they were about to initiate a siege.

The sun had risen above the horizon and was in full view. Movement was just beginning around the Hastings Estate. “Let's get this show on the road, Gentleman,” Captain Archer said to her colleagues.

Archer, the negotiator raised her voice, “This is the Australian Government Lord and Lady Hastings. You have taken property that does not belong to you.”

A homely plump lady with an important sense of self-worth, dressed in Victorian age finery, stepped out of the Manor house with a double barrelled shotgun. “I know who you are,” she said in a voice that carried, “Marlborough does not recognise the sovereignty of the Australian government.”

Lady Hastings took a symbolic step forward and aimed the shotgun high overhead in the team's general direction. She fired off a shot startling some galahs into flight.

“Now you get out of here before we have you brought in and tried for trespass by the Marlborough police.”

Lady Hastings took another step forward in the unit's general direction.

“Lady Hastings we have no issue with Marlborough, just the extraneous land you recently annexed. I am sure we can come to an agreement,” Captain Archer replied. There was no use agitating this woman. It was clear she had all ready suspected something like this to occur.

Countess Noelene Hastings took another step forward and aimed high overhead. “I said NO!” She almost screamed as she blasted off the second barrel. A crow fell from a nearby tree as Noelene turned and walked hastily back inside, slamming the door.

“Well that went well,” Mad Dog sardonically replied. Archer winced.

“What now?” Rudd asked.

“We observe the movements within the Estate. Get a fix on their numbers; men, women, children and so on.” Captain Archer said.

“Looks like we've got movement,” Murphy said suddenly.

“Well they bloody well want to.” Archer replied. “The sun is well up. They have work to do.”

“Men to arms, no doubt.” Murphy wanted a war and he knew one was coming whether Archer saw it or not.

“This isn't Kosovo,” Archer replied. “They are self sufficient. It is said they run their place on green electricity and they are probably off to fetch water from a creek that runs right through their property.”

“I've never seen so many cows,” Murphy observed. There were paddocks jammed full of beef waiting to be led to the eating plate.

“Damn it!” Rudd said.

“What's wrong Captain?” Archer asked.

“Not 'damn it',” Rudd replied. “Dam it. Cut their water off.”

“What you want them to die from thirst?”

“I want them to come to the negotiating table.”

“Dam it!” Murphy emphatically agreed.

“It's an option. However I don't think we have to go quite that far just yet.” Captain Archer replied.

Murphy and Rudd were surveying the activity in the grounds. There were women walking back from the river carrying buckets off water over their shoulders secured by a yoke. There were men operating tools and machinery. There were children running and playing leapfrog and other games amongst the daisies. The older boys were with the men; pretending to be men. The older girls were dancing and giggling their way down to the riverside when not hauling water.

“I make the count about sixty,” Murphy said.

“Twelve children, boys and girls, nineteen men and twenty-one women. Not counting those that might still be inside.”

Archer peered back over the fence into the Estate. “Someone's coming out,” she relayed.

A tall fine gentleman strode from the Manor house, he was unarmed. He wore a top hat and coattails. “I am Lord Edward Hastings. My people and I claim squatters rights to the land Australia wants back. It was sitting their unused. It is a part of Malborough now. We do not wish to quarrel. Please go now.” He put as much scorn into the word Australia as he could.

“Lord Hastings,” Archer imbued the title with as much pleasantry as she could muster, “I am Captain Archer. On behalf of the Australian government, we wish to find an amicable solution.”

“Captain Archer,” the nouveau riche gentleman began, “as I am sure you are aware, as my wife told you that we do not recognise the sovereignty of Australia. If a government contravenes the fundamental rights of its citizens, it abdicates government. The citizens are then absolved of their allegiance to that government. This has happened to all Australian governments by virtue of the application of the Bill of Rights, 1688. Any authority you claim is illegitimate. Now please go.”

Archer looked from side to side at Rudd and Murphy. “Oh great, we've got ourselves a bush lawyer.”

“The Bill of Rights cannot be dispensed with by a parliament, nor by the executive or by the judiciary.” Lording Hastings raised his voice to be heard. “Would you care for me to cite the legislation, Miss Archer?”

“What did he just say?” A confused Mad Dog enquired.

“He doesn't believe we have the right to be here. That we have no legal authority.”

“My M4 says otherwise!” Mad Dog raised his gun. Major John Murphy was always quick to violence.

Captain Barry Rudd put his hand on Mad Dog's gun barrel until Murphy gently lowered the gun.

“The General's orders were I have point until I say otherwise,” she replied. “That's Captain Archer,” she shouted to Lord Hastings.

“Given we do not recognise Australian authority, I do not see the need to recognise Australian titles either.”

Captain Archer let out a sigh. She was not making much headway if any. “You wish to claim squatter's rights, you have not held the land for a significant duration of time and its rightful owners want it back. That is the Australian and State of Queensland Governments.”

“I've told you before and I'll tell you again, we do not recognise Australian law. The United Kingdom's colony of Queensland ruled in 1994 that 'chose sans maître' – that is land without an apparent owner. No one has been using this land since 1993 when Marlborough was founded. It is our property.” Lord Hastings raised his hand and gave a signal.

Somewhere within the Estate a bugle call sounded. The children that were gleefully playing raced into the Manor house. The men raced from house to house in the little village passing along some sort of message. Every now and then a woman or child would flee from the village houses into the Manor house.

Lord Hastings watched on with a certain satisfaction. His wife the Countess appeared at the door of the Manor house, shotgun in hand, once she was sure every woman and child of Malborough was accounted for inside.

The men passed word through their rank and took up defensive position inside the village houses.

“I knew it.” Mad Dog muttered.

“What?” Captain Archer irritated by being distracted from observing what was going on inside the Estate.

“They're not houses. They're pill boxes. They're taking up defensive positions.”

“Shit!”

“Miss Archer,” Earl Hastings shouted, “you and your two companions should leave now. We mean to defend what is ours.”

“Shit!” Captain Archer muttered again.

“Does he know what he's on about?” Rudd asked. “Legally, I mean.”

Archer shook her head. “Legally, he doesn't have a leg to stand on. By recognising Queensland, he's recognised Australia. 'Whereas the people of New South Wales, Victoria, South Australia, Queensland, and Tasmania, humbly relying on the blessing of Almighty God, have agreed to unite in one indissoluble Federal Commonwealth...'” She trailed off after partially reciting the Preamble to the Australian Constitution.

The noonday sun was high in the sky now.

“Miss Archer, this is your last warning! I am a friendly sort of bloke. The UN Declaration of Human Rights Article 19 states 'Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers.'

“Article 20 states Everyone has the right to freedom of peaceful assembly and association. No one may be compelled to belong to an association. It is you that breaks International law.”

Archer was desperate. “The Montevideo convention states that for a State to exist it must permanent population, a defined territory, a government, and the capacity to enter into relations with other states.”

“Miss Archer, we admire you courage, as you can no doubt see, we have at least three of those things.” Amused contempt had entered Earl Edward Hastings, Lord of Malborough's voice. “We have diplomatic relations with the Principality of United Oceania, near what you call Port Stephens in northern New South Wales and with the Principality of Snake Hill, near what you call Mudgee in rural New South Wales. We are currently attempting to establish diplomatic relations with the Islamic State of Palestine.

Archer wanted to laugh, instead she gasped.

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The Backward OX

Not bad. It appealed to my inbred sense of oneness with Ned Kelly and Jolly Swagman and Wild Colonial Boy and all that lot. It should appeal to all real Australians for the same reason. That includes Dagoes and Werris Creeks but not A-rabs or Tongans.

It also appealed to my sense of personal history. Most people spell Noelene Noeline. I have only ever known one spelled your way – it was years ago - and she was the daughter of my first real girl-friend. So you had a captive audience with just that name alone, romantic fool that I am.

A few small nits

What if Boy Wonder here special powers give way?”
You missed a possessive case here – Boy Wonder’s


“Lady Hastings we have no issue with Marlborough, just the extraneous land you recently annexed. I am sure we can come to an agreement,” Captain Archer replied. There was no use agitating this woman. It was clear she had all ready already suspected something like this to would occur.

Countess Noelene Hastings took another step forward and aimed high overhead. “I said NO!” She almost screamed as she blasted off the second barrel. A crow fell from a nearby tree as Noelene turned and walked hastily back inside, slamming the door.
You will fool the Yanks. You may fool the Poms. You might even fool city-dwellers in Brissie. But you will never fool a bushie. Even point a gun, never mind fire it, anywhere in the same paddock as a crow, and he shoots through like a Bondi tram.


My people and I claim squatters I get it. The ’ button on your keyboard doesn’t work. It should be squatters’ rights to the land Australia wants back. It was sitting theirthere unused. It is a part of Malborough now.


“Captain Archer,” the nouveau riche gentleman began,
I suspect you may not understand the meaning of nouveau riche, or if you do you have imho used it incorrectly here.


The noonday sun was high in the sky now.
Where else would it be at noon? (For those onlookers who think I am a tad harsh on the OP and who are unfamiliar with local latitudes, Rocky is a mere fifteen minutes away from the Tropic of Capricorn. Noonday sun is always high in the sky.)

Keep the flag flying.

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I view with distaste the excretions polluting this site, suffering when I read another by-product of the boredom of one with access to a computer and the internet. As I read I feel I am being defecated on, and cling to an idea that one day I may find solace in the words of one who takes pride in their work.

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Nouveau riche - new rich - often settlers from England that made their wealth off the sheep in Australia, went back to England rich and were frowned upon by the traditional rich. It was more of a mood setter - feel free to suggest replacement phrases

I'm not sure the possessive should exist on the lady's speech pattern. Perhaps a comma after "here" instead? Fair point on the apostrophe with squatters' rights.

On already, you are much older than I am but when I was in late primary school I was the best speller there - I suck now - but I once had a test to spell 'already' and that is how I spelt/spelled it but I was corrected to "all ready" (funny thing I had the piece of paper in my hand with it spelled that way and I never looked), so I've spelt it that way ever since.

And hopefully you got the joke about Rocky (Rockie?) too. If not, oh well.

That wasn't too many nits at all. Thanks for the help. The rest will be up later down the track.

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“You’ve been talking their ear off for hours now Archer, I say storm the place,” Mad Dog Murphy, the man that needed action to survive stated.

“I’m making headway,” Captain Archer retorted.

“Not noticeably.”

“The General said we stay at this until I’m certain that we cannot resolve this by peaceable means.”

Captain Archer continued to shout conciliatory diplomatic offers in the Hastings direction.

“You going to take that from her?” Rudd nudged Murphy with his elbow.

“Orders are orders.” Murphy slumped back down resting against the log palisade. “Can’t do jack until Blondie says so.”

“Well what are you going to do then?” Rudd asked.

“Storm the place.”

“What? With three of us?”

Mad Dog Murphy was taken aback for a moment.

“What are you going to do?” Rudd asked again.

“I aint got no ruttin’ idea.”

“Maybe you should be thinking on it.”

Mad Dog gave Rudd one of his looks.

“Stop eyeballing me and just think on it Murphy.”

“As you say Rookie.”

Rudd wanted to give Murph a piece of his mind but he let it pass. He was new to the team and was all ready causing ripples with his special abilities - super speed, stamina, resilience all the product of a mad British Scientist. Of course that’s not what they’re called these days. Nowadays they’re called Geneticists. Not that it mattered.

Rudd snatched the two way out of Murphy's utility belt.

“Base this is the Green team. Requesting backup at our position. Things are about to escalate.”

“Copy that Green team. We'll send in the Gold team and put Shoalwater on standby.”

The Brigade for Australian Strategy, Tactic and Regional Direction had two flagship teams on standby at all times. The Green team and the Gold team; named after Australia's national colours. The usual convention for SpecOps was for there to be a Red team and a Blue Team or Team-1 and Team-2 but not in Australia's Sunshine State.

“ETA?”

“29 minutes Green team.”

“Copy that. Green team out. Now that wasn't so hard was it?” Rudd asked Murphy.

Captain Archer continued to observe the situation inside the Estate. “Major, you have point. Orders Sir?” Archer ducked back down behind the fence and rested against it.

“I've just sent for backup. ETA in about 25 minutes.” Murphy replied.

Rudd raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“Something on your mind, Captain Australia?” Mad Dog asked. Rudd slowly shook his head from side to side. “Good.”

“What now Major?” Rudd asked in a mock deferential tone.

“We surround them.” Major Murphy reached into his kit bag and pulled it out empty handed. “Archer, toss us your kit.”

Archer did. Mad Dog retrieved a map of the terrain and Estate from within Archer's bag. He unfurled it on the dirt ground. “Looks like the compound includes the annexed territory.”

“You mean the Estate don't you?” Archer asked.

“Yeah, whatever. Australia you go round back, right here.” Mad Dog pointed to a spot on the map. “Radio me when you're there then maintain radio silence.”

“What's the plan?” Rudd asked.

Mad Dog questioningly tilted his head sideway. Rudd scampered away to the position indicated.

“Well? What is the plan?” Archer asked once Rudd had left.

Murphy shrugged. “I just wanted to get rid of the whining gnat. We bide our time. This way he'll think he's doing something useful.”

“So we just wait for reinforcements?”

Mad Dog nodded. Archer rolled her eyes.

“I wish Smith was here,” she said.

“Why? So he can get shot again?”

A faraway yearning look entered Archer's gaze. Murphy grunted, leaned back and closed his eyes.

The only noise that could be heard now was the screeching of the cockatoos in the treetops. The Estate was silent. The Green team was all quiet. No other creature seemed to be stirring, when the radio crackled. There was silence.

“Was that Rudd?” Archer asked, startled from her reverie.

Mad Dog just grunted again.

The radio crackled again. The Hastings employees seemed to be holding their defensive positions. The cockatoos had quieted. The radio crackled again.

Mad Dog banged his head backwards against the wooden fence and picked up the two way. “Stop playing with the switch, dipshit!!”

The radio crackled.

And a voice came over it.

“Green Team do you copy? This is Gold Team. Our ETA is in 10 minutes. Over”

Mad Dog pressed in the switch. “Gold Team, this is Green Team. We copy. Requesting radio silence.”

“Roger that. See you in 10. Gold Team out.”

Mad Dog pressed the two way button again. “Rudd. Where are you?”

There was no response.

“Rudd. Where the hell are you?

There was no response.

Murphy got to his feet. “I'm going after him. You mind the fort.”

Archer rolled her eyes.

“I don't mean literally.”

The radio crackled. “I'm here,” said Rudd.

“About bloody time, where have you been?” Murphy replied.

“I was taking a piss behind a tree and some kid started taking potshots at me. I think I've shaken him.” Gunfire can be heard behind Rudd. “Ah shit!”

“Neutralise him then.”

There was a short delay. “I'm trying.” Rapid gunfire can be heard.. “Fuck I'm hit! Bleeding like a motherfucker.”

“Man up Ramjet. Do your job. You're like some kind of super soldier.”

Static.

“Rudd, you there?”

Static.

“Fuck this! I'm going in.” Murphy cocked his M4. “Archer. Cover me. Lock and load baby!”

Archer tossed some smoke grenades into the Estate. “Shouldn't we wait for backup, they'll be here in five minutes.”

Murphy was all ready over the fence. “Bullshit five minutes, this thing will be over in five seconds.”

Archer jumped the fence behind Murphy and blasted some suppressing fire at the nearest two pillboxes. The pillboxes formed two staggered lines back towards the manor house. The smoke grenades only covered the first four pillboxes. The Green Team was counting on the Hastings inferior weaponry and a lack of training. And a lack of aim.

Murphy was almost at the manor house. Archer was two paces behind. Murphy lets out a primal scream.

“I'm hit! My leg!” Mad dog cried. Murphy's startled but recollects himself. “Was that a BB gun?”

“Push on you big baby.” Archer impatiently replied.

Captain Toni Archer laid down some more suppressing fire towards the remaining pillboxes.

Murphy and Archer reach the door. It swings ominously open. They exchange looks. They step inside. That's when they see a bound and gagged Rudd tied to a chair. There was also a chair either side of him.

Noelene Hastings steps into view. She still carries her double barrelled shotgun. She levels it squarely at Mad Dog's chest.

“Look at the right ruttin' mess you've gotten us into Ramjet.”

“There's no need for that my love.” Earl Hastings, the Lord of Marlborough stepped in front of his wife's gun. “Your weapons please?” The Earl held out his hand.

Murphy reluctantly gave him his M4 which the Earl almost dropped.

“Heavy isn't it?"

"Your radio and bayonet too please.”

Murphy growled but did as he was told. The Earl look back into his living room where a boy-child and girl-child held weapons trained on Archer and Murphy.

“Miss Archer I presume. Your weapons too please.”

Archer looked at Murphy. Murphy shrugged. Archer handed over her weapons.

“I never did quite catch your name.” Hasting said looking at the big Major. “I had thought Miss Archer was in command but now I see otherwise.”

“How would you like my fist in your face?” Murphy replied.

An amused smiling crept across Hastings face. “Mr. Fist it is then. You know, we never meant for this to come to blood. We were hoping you would see reason and sense.”

“You took something that wasn't yours and we mean to take it back!” Murphy spat.

“I don't see how. We know there were only three of you. And all of you seem to be in a bit of a bind.” Hastings replied as he retrieved some rope from somewhere. “Please do sit down.”

Archer and Murphy sat on the remaining seats. Mrs. Hastings kept her gun trained on the one being tied from the front whilst their children kept their guns trained on the other's back.

The Hastings employees were gathering in the doorway to observe what their Lord would do with their captives. “We've disciplined young Johnny Cooper for not waiting for the second horn, my Lord.” One of them said. “We put him on sniper duty.”

“Where did you learn to tie people up? A Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon?” A riled up Mad Dog said, clearly in a state.

“Are you trying to aggravate them?” The diplomatic Archer asked.

“I am aggravated!” Murphy spat back. “Damn! These are pretty secure.”

“Ah yes. I knew I was missing something.” Hastings observed as he tied a gag to each of them. “There now that's better.”

There was a commotion at the door. The sixty odd employees of the Estate were jostling for position but there was a wave of activity passing through their ranks as a man in military uniform strode through them. He had a .357 SIG in his holster and an M4 slung over his back.

“What do we have here?” The mystery man asked.

Countess Hastings swung her gun from Mad Dog and positioned it on the newcomer.

“Now there's no need for that. I'm from the government and I'm here to help.”

The Hastings' employees laughed raucously. It was contagious as the Countess found herself in fits too. Only the Lord of Malborough managed to remain stoic. The newcomer did not look amused but took the opportunity to take the shotgun from the Countess's grasp.

The Lord of the Manor tried to raise Archer's M4 semi-automatic and take aim at the intruder.

“Oh I wouldn't do that if I was you. I have my men with machine guns out there trained on your serfs. I must thank you for the convenience of putting them all in the one spot. So why don't you just put that down. It would be a shame for what happened to your sniper to happen to them.”

Noelene Hastings dropped to her knees. She was no longer laughing but crying. Her sobs soon turned into wailing.

“Oh can it, Noelene! Its over.” Lord Edward Hastings of Marlborough remarked with some vitriol. He put the weapon down and raised his hands over his head. The children in the other room lowered their weapons too.

“Don't be ridiculous,” the stranger said in response. “Do I look like I have a weapon pointed at you. We only use these for self defence.” He did however take the opportunity to untie the three captives.

Hastings lowered his hands but remained on his knees with his head bowed.

Rudd was the only one to remain seated; from considerable blood loss. Archer and Murphy retrieved their weapons.

Murphy got into the military man's face. “And who exactly are you?”

“Carmichael. Lieutenant Colonel Carmichael. Gold team.”

The answer seemed to satisfy Mad Dog. “I'm Major John Murphy, this is Captain Toni Archer and Casper there is Captain ruttin' Australia, Barry Rudd. M60s?”

“MAG 58s.” Carmichael pushed past Murphy to look Rudd up and down. “I've heard about you. You're supposed to be the country's new golden boy. Don't let it go to your head. So what happened?”

Rudd weakly raised his head. It dropped to his chest suddenly. Blood could be seen seeping through his outfit.

“He's wounded.” Archer said stating the obvious.

“I can see that.” Carmichael replied. “Why hasn't his wound been treated?”

“We were kind of in a bind.” Mad Dog nodded at the discarded ropes that held them bound. “Australia here is supposed to be more resilient than that. I think he needs more disco biscuits."

Carmichael looks at Lord Hastings with distaste. “Got a first aid kit?”

“NOELENE! Stop that wailing and get this gentleman the first aid kit.”

Noelene Hastings gave the Earl a look of hatred; the look you get from a woman scorned.

Captain Archer knelt beside the Countess and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I'll get it. Where is it?”

“In the kitchen,” the woman got out between gasps of wailing at a near whisper.

Archer went to retrieve it.

“I understand you took something that didn't belong to you. We intend to remedy that right now.” Carmichael addressed the Lord of the Manor again. “Where's your kit bags?” He asked the others.

“We left them outside.” Murphy replied.

Archer came back with the First Aid kit and treated Rudd.

“Morgan, bring me the kit bags from outside the Estate.” Carmichael radioed to one of his men. “Situation under control.”

A short time later a short man with a poor excuse for a beard brought in the Green team's kit bags. He was pushing a boy about sixteen in front of him at knife point.

The Countess was awakened from her stupor. “Johnny? Johnny! Oh Johnny!” She ran to hug the boy.

“Lieutenant Morgan, this is the Green Team, Major Murphy, Captain Archer and Captain Rudd.”

Murphy grunted.

“Lieutenant.” Archer greeted the man as she finished bandaging Rudd's wound.

“Return to your position. Tell Kent and Smythe we wont be long. Round up some of these serfs, we've got some fence mending to do,” ordered Lt. Col. Carmichael.

“Colonel.” Morgan left taking the majority of the Hastings' employees with him.

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“The Gold team pissed off as soon as we got back to base General,” Murphy reported. Archer was supporting a limping Captain Rudd as they returned.

“What happened?” The General asked.

“I'm guessing the effects of the pills wore off.” The doctor rushed in and took Rudd off Archer's hands. “ I knew it was too good to be true.”

“Treat his wound too,” The General ordered.

“I'm on it.”

The General nodded in approval.

“We moved their fence around back to their original boundaries and left them to it,” Archer said.

“Gave them a nice new palisade. Told them we'd be watching by satellite if they tried it again,” Murphy added.

Rudd and the Doctor were halfway out of the room. “Did we do the right thing?” Rudd asked unsure. “Its not like they were harming anyone.”

“Of course we did the right thing Australia. They had something that wasn't theirs. We took it back. Still say we should have dammed it.”

“Not likely they'll try again after all the heavy lifting we put their employees too.” Archer added.

“You just get back on your feet, Captain.” The General supplied.

“Whose this Carmichael fellow anyway?” Murphy confronted the General.

Major General Matt MacNamara cackled, smirked, turned and walked away dismissing the Green team.

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