....r confident stride out to the Jabaspit (as bull had named it) drew the attention of a Thruster pilot down the line.
She confidently jumped in, tried the starter and nothing happened. The Thruster pilot grabbed his battery trolley and marched up the line, but he was only halfway there when she had the engine started and she was taxying out of the range of the Thruster pilot.
A few minutes later she was floating over bone looking at the countryside; the same green cane fields for hundreds of kilometres that eventually do your head in when you're driving because there's no horizon.
From this height she looked around for all the market gardens. bull had sent her to a Melbourne
Finishing School after an incident with one of the prawn crew, and she remembered every meal consisted of Bowen mangoes, Bowen carrots, Bowen tomatoes, Bowen lettuce, Bowen spinach, Bowen ...and so on, yet despite millions of tonnes being imported by Melbourne, she could only see a few market gardens.
She climbed higher and saw the Maccassan canoes parked under the mangroves unloading vegetables and B Doubles under the mangoe trees.
She saw the faded wooden sign, "Cook FoodChain Ltd" and the huge Samoan lady shelling out $20.00 per canoe, and realised her Melbourne friends were being stitched up.
She flew back to Bone, scowled at the Thruster pilot (they all looked the same and tried the same tricks) and called up Turbo in the Melbourne CIA office...........................