Force Ten From Navarone

Force Ten From Navarone.

It was with steely eyed determination that they embarked on their mission. They supplied themselves with the necessary provisions and headed towards their destination, four, maybe five to a transport unit, Unit 23 sallied forth with grim determination. They had been given the heads up, the AOK, and were to rendezvous with their newly aligned compatriots at the Horsham place, the one they never dared talk about, except in silent whispers when all others slept through the night. They could not believe their good fortune, their bitter enemies now their boon allies, they were overjoyed, they had heard the word from the man himself, “It’s okay, they’re all homosexual paedophile rapist drug addicted child porn watching mates now”, the word was true, a massive coup that would result in the downfall of the state of Victoria, and then onwards to Canberra and then the rest of the world.

They had armed themselves with drinks of their choice and their favourite smoking comestibles and sallied forth into the market place. “We’re here for the party and a bit of a chat, a bit of a meet and greet”, the desk receptionist smiled and gave them a Dexter wink, “Sure thing, come this way and you can have a chat with the Boss”, they were impressed with that, and were guided towards their doom.

Once comfortable in a predestined office, they opened up and ,nay, dare I say, began bragging about their illustrious efforts in the seedy denizens of The Underworld, their brazen exploits were laid bare and they chatted relentlessly into the night, quite at ease with their pipes and drinks and emboldened, now that they were, IN, with the cops.