It's easy getting weapons.
I've watched Lord of War and I'm pretty savvy on this kinda stuff.
Nuclear warheads are even easier to procure.
But my lips are sealed.
It was a solid 20 hours of steaming ahead to reach McMurdo.
The ice was thick in parts.
What the ballbuster couldn't do, normal torpedos did the job.
We did spot a launch site, had to be Space X.
'Now don't barge it,' said Max.
How about torpedo, I suggested.
He wanted no incident and wanted to check out those hot Asian imports that McMurdo was famed for.
We were heading into the long Winter night.
And I knew what they said in those documentaries didn't add up.
You always saw them with big smiles as they prepared to return home after the Summer team arrived.
'They were fucking tight Philipino whores.'
Got proof, I asked Max.
'I fucking procured them, hand fucking picked.'
There wouldn't be another flight into the US's Arctic Base from New Zealand for another three months.
We were breaking up the pack ice.
'We'll get the boys in Hobart to pick it up,' said Max.
Before we left we had arranged for some tug boats that would flirt the fringes of Antartica, waiting for any ice drifts.
That it would be very unseasonable to see any this time of the year was a moot point.
I wasn't about to tell CNN.
I ain't no whistleblower.
'Nor am I,' said Max.
We were espionage to the bone.
I've watched Lord of War and I'm pretty savvy on this kinda stuff.
Nuclear warheads are even easier to procure.
But my lips are sealed.
It was a solid 20 hours of steaming ahead to reach McMurdo.
The ice was thick in parts.
What the ballbuster couldn't do, normal torpedos did the job.
We did spot a launch site, had to be Space X.
'Now don't barge it,' said Max.
How about torpedo, I suggested.
He wanted no incident and wanted to check out those hot Asian imports that McMurdo was famed for.
We were heading into the long Winter night.
And I knew what they said in those documentaries didn't add up.
You always saw them with big smiles as they prepared to return home after the Summer team arrived.
'They were fucking tight Philipino whores.'
Got proof, I asked Max.
'I fucking procured them, hand fucking picked.'
There wouldn't be another flight into the US's Arctic Base from New Zealand for another three months.
We were breaking up the pack ice.
'We'll get the boys in Hobart to pick it up,' said Max.
Before we left we had arranged for some tug boats that would flirt the fringes of Antartica, waiting for any ice drifts.
That it would be very unseasonable to see any this time of the year was a moot point.
I wasn't about to tell CNN.
I ain't no whistleblower.
'Nor am I,' said Max.
We were espionage to the bone.
