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Introduction

Jim Thomas looked out on the parched landscape. It was the third year of the Big Drought. He was a teacher at Moree High School. More than that, he was the first people's community liaison officer. Mothers brought their boys to him to sort out any juvenile problems at school. They were strict with these boys, often beating them with sticks. But Thomas could only talk to them as he saw the contempt build in their eyes. The boyhood idols for these young teenagers were adult thugs and outright criminals.

Fighting a losing battle against the use of petrol sniffing and petty robbery, Thomas tried everything to keep these boys on the straight and narrow. Jim Thomas had bitter memories of his own juvenile criminal history. Raised in Sydney by adopted parents, he had run away to his tribe living outside Alice Springs. There he had found his long lost twin brother who had stayed in the Alice community. He was now a youth gang leader. Forty other boys acknowledged him as their alpha male. 

Jim idolized the memory of his dead mother. She had given birth to her 'lovely boys', then raised them until she died on their eight birthday. The twins were split up. A missionary couple took Jim to Sydney. The Thomases were a well meaning white couple. But they could not hold on to their adopted child forever. He eventually heard the call of the bush. 

Joining the gang was automatic for the twin of their leader. The other boys overlooked his weak arms and lack of bush craft. They saw a highly intelligent boy who knew things they could never dream of happening to them. So he became the unofficial second in charge. But the gang was always in trouble. Jim's brother would not back down to anyone, black or white. He was repeatedly beaten up by older local boys. His gang would rescue him before the beatings got deadly. 

But Jim's brother was trouble to the local police force. They had his number. Any petty theft was put down on his rap sheet. When the local Anzac cenotaph was vandalized the police pinned it on Jim's gang. All forty-two of them were hauled before a juvenile court magistrate. They were only weeks away from their eighteenth birthday, so he could not lock them up without sending them eventually to an adult prison. A kind hearted man, this magistrate looked for an alternative penalty. 

The army was desperate for recruits from the first people communities. Under a Labor government, the army recruiting office was required to get a mandated number of first Australian young recruits. At this they were failing hopelessly. So when they were contacted by this magistrate some enlistment rules were bent. A call to the local Federal member got the Minister of Defence to authorize a special exemption on age for these forty-two juvenile offenders. 

The magistrate could now offer them two alternatives. The hard option was six months incarceration. But the alternative was enlisting in the Army "First Peoples" program, which was a six weeks basic training, full-time course followed by a minimum of four months in army greens. 

Ready to dismiss this offer out of hand, Jim's twin was persuaded to "give it a go...its better than adult jail". Jim Thomas was playing on the promise his twin had given their mother on her death bed. He had promised to keep Jim out of jail. So reluctantly the gang leader accepted for the whole gang.

Basic training was a piece of cake for everyone but Jim Thomas. His twin was superbly fit with not one ounce of fat on his body. The other gang members were just as fit. All that running away from danger had hardened their bodies. Then the beatings by older men and by the police had hardened their spirits. Now these black youths were tough mentally and physically. Due to racism and resentment, the two assigned NCO army trainers tried to break them. Unfortunately for their peace of mind this sergeant and corporal got a poor return for their maliciously excessive demands on these young boys. Only Jim Thomas cracked under the intense pressure.

Back home in Alice Springs, the black youths had always treated Jim's twin as their leader. When a platoon NCO gave an order, forty pairs of eyes would focus on the face of Thomas' twin brother. If there was a wry smile there then they would obey. But if these forty hard cases saw a scowl on that face, then no power on earth could make them budge to obey even for the peace of an easier time.

For four weeks Jim Thomas lived in his own exclusive world of pain. When he complained to his twin brother in these terms,

"These white NCOs are just doing this to get rid of us all out of the army. Lets go AWOL."

Surprisingly, his twin, who had never stayed in any institution for long, was not sympathetic, He said to his twin,

"This was your idea! I wanted to take my chances in prison but NOOO...you had to be so rational. 'What can it hurt?', you said; 'Its only for six months', you said: 'We at least won't be locked away behind barbed wire you said.', ......Well I got news for you. It is obviously physically hurting you but is also hurting your pride. You won't last six months at this rate. But don't you dare try to run away. Not like you did when Mum died. I will bring you back by the scruff of your battle dress. Besides you are too soft to escape. I bet you probably have not noticed that this army camp is ringed by barbed wire fences. How could one city black get it all so wrong? I thought you were supposed to be smart."

Stung by both his brother's lack of compassion and the truth of his words, Thomas sought other company. Some of the other gang members were more sympathetic, but still could not empathize with Jim. He had no real choice but to see out the six months in army fatigues. No matter how much it hurt him physically and mentally Thomas had to protect his reputation.

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CHAPTER ONE

Over the course of six months of Army life Jim Thomas got hardened to its demands. So much so that he saw out a normal eighteen month enlistment. After basic training he had been accessed as being too unfit for extreme combat duties. So the Army in its infinite wisdom graded him as a support solider. This could have seen him posted to the kitchens, the motor repair division, the band or even the military police. Thomas was saved all that by a series of fortuitous circumstances. Firstly, Thomas could not cook. he had served up a try out dish so revolting it even disgusted the Army chefs judging new applicants.  Secondly he actually made any machinery he was given to repair worse. On one occasion even setting on fire an expensive tank engine. Thirdly he was both tone deaf and all thumbs so that any music he played actually hurts the ears of any listener. Finally his criminal record black balled him from even being tried out for the military police.

It seemed that Thomas was destined for all that remained in the vast area of support services : a file clerk . His placement officer told Thomas

"At least there you can do no harm to Army property."

 But luck intervened when he was waiting for his army bus to take him to the Army HQ. A full Colonel burst in demanding to see the Major in charge of placements. Thomas could not help overhearing their confrontation as the Colonel was shouting. It all began with the Colonel loudly declaring

"Major if you send me one more illiterate and innumerate private I will have you busted to the ranks. In every email I have sent this office I have underlined the minimum requirement for supply division placements. All supplies clerk must be able to do simple mathematical calculations AND....MIND YOU....be able to read instruction manuals. So please tell me why you sent my division that last private?"

The Major was apparently use to this confrontational Colonel. He smiled wanly before saying

"Colonel you know I am following the orders of our Inspector General. He insists that the army is now to positively discriminate when deciding on placements for filling clerical positions. I had to send you those privates to meet our quota."

Now satisfied the Colonel shot back this rertort

"And just how am I to supply this army depot when my clerks sends the wrong number of items? Answer me that. Why one of them can not even answer the simplest technical questions"

Again the Major seemed to be giving a much repeated answer when he said 

"Sorry Colonel you will have to go through channels if you want such highly skilled clerks. As you know they are very rare. Most literate and numerate recruits are classified for combat duties. They need those skill to man the sophisticated weaponry of the modern army."

Sighing as he saw yet another road block to his promotion chances the Colonel said in total frustration

"Look I will take anyone...al long as they can add up and read above comic book level."

The Major's eyes just happened to fall on the face of Jim Thomas. His eyes lighted up as he saw a way to get rid of two pests in one deal. So he said

"Colonel this is your lucky day. We just accessed that private as clerical. You could have him without much paperwork. All I need to do is rate him as "disadvantaged" and you can have him assigned to your Q store."

The Colonel looked hard at Jim Thomas. He could not see anything wrong with him. Also he saw intelligence in the eyes of this private. That made a change from the bewildered obtuse looks he had been given by his new placements. so he said

"What's wrong with him. He looks strong and healthy. Not sick is he?'
The Major replied

"No the doctor rated his health as excellent.  We tried to get him demobbed on health grounds but the scans gave no grounds for such a listing. No he has just flunked out as a cook, a grease monkey and as a musician. That only leaves clerical duties, So he is all yours Colonel."

Still not believing his luck had changed the Colonel said

"Not so fast. I get to test him out just like Kitchens, Maintenance and Music. Come over here Private."

Jim Thomas approached the Colonel then smartly saluted his badge. The colonel said

"What level of schooling did you reach Private?"

Thomas replied 

"I completed my first year at university!"

Surprised the Colonel asked the Major

"What's an undergraduate doing in the Army. Don't we have that mob in Canberra for undergraduates?"

The major quickly looked up Thomas's file. He then said

"It says here that he was forced to enlist to avoid a jail term for gang related violence."

If the Colonel had not been so desperate for a clerk who could read and calculate he would have shut down the interview. As it is he said harshly

"Well Private if you are posted to my division there will be no breech of army discipline. Do I make myself clear?"

Thomas snapped to attention before yellin

"YES COLONEL!"

As the Colonel struggled with this difficult decision the Major decided to tip him over thge edge. He said

"Look Colonel I have a perfectly fine alternative.  Okay he left school at the minimum age allowed but I am sure he will do a good job for your division."

The Colonel snorted with derision before saying

"Like the last one you sent. He was supposed to send two hundred shovels to a commando unit but instead sent two thousand. No I am not accepting another school dropout. This private will have to do. When can I have him assigned to my Q Store?"

The major could hig herself but insytead said

"I will do all the paperwork so you should have Private Thomas in your division by the end of the week. Until then I can put him on secondment to your staff as an observer."

The Colonel nodded his head before saying

"Yes do that Major. I do not want him stolen by one of the sub divisions. I know for a fact that Painting is desperate for anyone who is not color blind. And thank you Major for coming up with such a laudable decision."

So Jim Thomas was posted to the Army Supplies division known in Army circles as Q-Store. After six months of on the job training he became the most trusted clerk working for that Colonel. With praise comes loyalty so Thomas enlisted for a full term of eighteen months.

 

His twin brother was not having it so easy in the Australian army. Not one to accept the authority of other the one they called 'General' was in trouble;e again. This time he was on report for failing to salute an officer. Not a first offence he had worked his way up the disciplinary ranks.   His company captain despaired that he would ever be a compliant solider. The section major who was Officer Commanding his battalion had wiped his hands of this fractious solider. Now it was the Commanding Officer's turn to handle this errant member of his regiment. The Regimental Adjutant had recently resigned his commission and there had not been any immediate replacement. So the Regimental CO was doing two jobs.

When the Regimental Sergeant Major paraded the miscreant into the Co's office he did so without prejudicing the outcome. Perhaps the only Non Commissioned Officer that this troubled solider actually respected,  the RSM made this report

"Colonel Sir. This is the solider you wished to interview. I have his file data USB for your eyes only. I will wait outside to escort him back to his barracks."

Initially the Colonel was confused by this report. So he said

"A whole USB just for one private. Most irregular. Of course I had forgotten that he was currently confined to barracks on his OC's orders. Do you have anything to add to what is on this USB in way of mitigating circumstances RSM?"

Normally the RSM does not comment on individual disciplinary matters. But in this case he said

"Only that he is the finest combat leader I have ever seen for someone so young.  If we were at war this solider would be a priceless asset. Sir!"

The Colonel was impressed with the way his RSM tried to defend this solider. So he said

"I will keep that in mind RSM. Get my clerk to make you up some coffee and find you some of the last of my birthday cake. You deserve it. Dismissed."

After the RSM left his office the Colonel left the private at attention whilst he scanned his USB file. It was very long. With whole lists of infractions, insubordinations and outright cases of infractions of military discipline this was perhaps the worst discipline report he had ever read. Sighing he looked up into the face of the private.

The Colonel noted that the private had not stirred an inch from where he was placed by the RSM.   Used to seeing either, fear, or, insolence on the face of soldiers who reached his level of discipline the Colonel was surprised to see the dead eyes of this man. He took a close look at this private. Not a tall man he was obviously very fit. In fact the colonel who was a fitness fanatic rated this private as ultra fit. He checked his earlier records. Basic training assessments were off the chart. This private had broken all standard performance records. He was rated as an exceptional shot as well as been among the best hand-to-hand fighters in the regiment. The only black mark was his tendency towards excessive violence.

Luckily for this disgraced private the Colonel had just received an urgent request from a friend who had done officer training with him long ago. This friend was now the recruiting officer for Australia's SAS. There was a current shortage of regular army personnel who were volunteering.  Then half of those who did volunteer never made it through the entrance testing phase. The colonel had not been surprised when he checked the minimum levels of performance demanded by the SAS. Now that he had rechecked this private's basic training performance grades an idea formed in his brain.

He dismissed the solider back to his barracks. The RSM was called in to escort him back safely. Then the Colonel rang his old friend. When a gruff voice answered his smartphone request with a barking

"Hello who is this. I am very busy..."

The Colonel cut in with

"Too busy to talk to an old friend. Well I guess I will just have to drink all the beer in the bar without him..."

A delighted voice yelled back on the Colonel's smartphone

"Gallons! Is that you? Long time no hear. You could drink out a pub all by yourself. Well you could when we were both young officer cadets. Almost got you chucked out that little stunt you pulled on our graduation night."

Laughing at this memory of his not so glorious past the Colonel said

"Only you still call me 'Gallons' and I still claim that you drank just as much as me that fateful night.  But how are you Bruiser?"

Now it was the SAS officer's turn to laugh before he replied to this last question by saying

"Physically never better but this job is driving me mental. I have to get young men to volunteer to do the toughest dirtiest work imaginable. But most cannot past our rigorous selection procedures."

Getting serious again the Colonel said

"!i may be able to help you out there. I have soldiers who have broken all records in their basic training performance appraisils."

A touch of cynicism was evident in his friend's response to this unexpected gift

"What's the catch? I know you Gallons you never grive out freebies."

The Colonel decided to come clean with his mate so he said

"I wont hide from you the fact that  these soldiers are often in trouble for disciplinary breeches.   But they are fearless in battle, expert marksmen and able to cover long distances without the use of any sort of loss of sharp fitness."

This earnt a whistle from his friend who said

"i am tempted to take them sight unseen. But regulations are strict here so I will need to test them,"

The Colonel asked  hopefully

"When can that testing be done.

His SAS friend checked his digital diary before  saying

"How about this Saturday. Bring them over to our testing facility just twenty kilometers west of Townsville."

So the Colonel closed off their chat quickly before his friend changed his mind. So he said

"Saturday it is then. Can't wait to see you slim figure. I have someone just coming into my office so I will have to go. now. Thanks for listening to an old friend."

When the Colonel had checked up on a few procedural matters he called his RSM. In a cheerful tone he said

"There is a chance that we could offload our discipline problem.  The SAS are looking for very fit recruits. I see from his records that he is ranked at the highest level of fitness."

The RSM replied in a positive

"I can vouch for that ranking as I am the one who does the fitness performance appraisals. But there is a further problem. You probably noticed that our troublemaker is indigenous. Sir"

Not prepared to tolerate any racism in his regiment from anybody the colonel said sharply

"What has that got to do with anything RSM?"

Picking up on his CO's tone the RSM quickly replied

"Don't get me wrong there Sir. Its just that we currently have forty-one indigenous privates.  Our problem child is revered by all the other indigenous privates. When they call him 'General' it is out of respect not derision. I doubt he will agree to leave them behind."

Groaning the CO saw his one chance to save this solider slipping away. Then he got another brainwave. So he said

"RSM hold on to our boy for the present. Take personal charge and use my authority to keep all officers away from him. I may still be able to rescue this plan." 

Once more the Colonel put in a call to his friend. He said in a desperate tone

"I don't suppose you need more than a few recruits do you Bruiser?'

His friend was just as desperate when he replied

"A few dozen yes. I have just seen the entrance trials results of my last batch of fifty recruits. Only five of them made the minimum requirement level."

Much pleased by this the Colonel said

"So if I could send over forty-one superbly fit privates for you to test on Saturday you could see your way to accepting them all? That is if they passed of course."

"Gallons if you could do that you would solve all my problems. The SAS is undergoing a generational change at the moment. It desperately needs new blood. So send your three dozen plus five and if they all pass I will let you drinbk out the pub of your choice."

Laughing at more than his old friend's joke the Colonel said

"Bruiser my soliders will be there on Saturday so I will begin ckecking out the pubs. "I'll hold you to that promise."

His old friend was also laughing when he said

"If I can fill my quota for the year in one afternoon then I will probably be promoted to the rank of Colonel. I hear that is were all the cushy jobs are allocated. So you and I will have plenty of time to drink out as many pubs as will accept our money. See you Saturday."

Once he had terminated the call the Colonel called the RSM. This time it was all good news when he said

"RSM I want our confined private and all his indigenous buddies paraded this Saturday at the SAS training facility west of Townsville. Arrange for truck transport but pick your corporals carefully. I do not want any incidents on the way over or the way back. Do I make myself clear on that point RSM?"

The RSM knew about the endemic racism in the army NCO ranks so he said

"Yes sir. You can rely on me to get the best corporals for this assignment. I also know two MPs who can escort our  troublemaker without raising his hackles. Sir."

The Colonel smiles as he said

"You have my full authority to override any opposition to that plan of operations. Any problems you refer them straight to me. See you Saturady."

With new respect the RSM said

"Yes Sir."

 

 

That Saturday the SAS had its largest one day induction on record. The forty-one indigenous private not only passed the rigorous tests imposed on all new recruits they positively smashed all records. The benchmarks that were set that day would never be bettered.

Even the doubting testing officers had all their doubts blown away by the final results on fitness, hand-to-hand combat skills, camouflage skills, battle tactical adjustment skills and team fighting skills. But is was the rifle range scores that blew their minds. All of the indigenous recruits returned tight groupings that had never been seen before and the excellence of the long distance sniper test results were unprecedented.  

The Colonel and his old friend now became firm new friends. Within weeks of that fateful Saturday two things had happened. First there were forty-one new recruits inducted into the ranks of Australia SAS. Second two Colonels were picked up by the Townsville based MPs patrol in a totally inebriated state. As one of them was the base commander the MPs merely returned both Colonels to the base CO's accommodation.

 

Over on the Western Australian coast some aging SAS officers were having to find ways to utilize the skills of some of the best raw recruits they had ever seen for such a young age. The resignations form the SAS accelerated as more senior SAS soldiers found they could not match the levels of performance already coming from these new black recruits.

Withing six weeks the CO of the SAS base was reading performance appraisal reports he had never seen matched in his time at the SAS base. The war games recently conducted under the long tradition of using retiring officers to teach new recruits had gone into strange territory. It was the young recruits that completely outclassed the veterans. One recruit in particular stood out for his leadership and sheer hardness in battle.  

The SAS field operations were not moderate affairs. a certain hard nosed approach was mandatory. SAS soldiers only survived in combat if they could quickly adjust to changed circumstances. They also needed to pacify the enemy quickly. In these tasks the new recruits excelled. So when the Australian Government got a request for back up SAS soldiers to be sent to the middle east for a very hot summer campaign, the request was passed on to the SAS Base Commander.

Given the extreme heat that the soldiers would be facing the CO decided to send the forty-one black recruits.  Senior experienced officers would go along to give the Americans the right impression. Fitting out took weeks. Still before the end of the month the indigenous SAS soldiers were arriving at the American forward combat base inside a middle east war zone. 

 

 

    

 

   

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CHAPTER TWO

When his army service came to an end, Jim Thomas went back to his aunt's place in Sydney. Her tribal name was Tarenarerer but everyone called her "Aunty". But she really was the sister of Jim Thomas's dear departed mother. Looking into his face, his aunty quickly noticing the changes in his once youthful personality. So she said,

"Well Jim what are you going to do now? Go back to gang warfare?"

Shaking his head Thomas replied,

"Never again Aunty.  My brother may love violence but I have always believed in compromise.  Here in Sydney it is not as bad as back home. So I will get a job then settle down to help my people."

Amused more than angry by his naivety, his Aunty said,

"Well jobs are hard to find for men of your age. But I heard of two men who wanted a facilitator to mentor some young blacks. Are you interested?"

Thomas thought only for a moment before answering,

"Yes Aunty I am interested!"

Smiling this aged relative now said,

"Great I will line up your interview. Now use some of that discharge money to buy clothes that fit your new physique. I don't think I have ever seen you that fit."

Thomas beamed a dazzling smile at his Aunt before saying,

"Yes the Army makes you exercise  every day. The food they give is almost inedible. You are never allowed to be drunk for long periods. And the discipline is harsh. Any job after that is going to seem easy."

So Thomas went for a walk around his old stomping ground. Being so close to the city center, there were a lot of expensive looking buildings. But the old Blacks bookstore was still there, as were the bush tucker restaurants he used to haunt.

 Not strictly speaking a Sydney boy born and bred, Thomas still loved the food that reminded him of his birthplace. As he wandered this part of the inner city older people would call out when they recognized the nephew, the good one, of their most cherished  community elder.

 

The General was deeply immersed in dust and smoke. He had just completed yet another suicide mission. Or what the base commanders always hoped was suicidal when he led his black fighters out of their forward camps. But The General always returned.  His reputation as a "can do" squaddie   was entrenched. The American commander was constantly fending off requests from his section commanders for the loan of these "black devils". 

Time was running out for the black Aussies. Their deployment was restricted to six months of combat duty. That six months duty had only days remaining.  Despite frantic attempts to keep the “blacks” from leaving the Australian Army, GHQ had mandated that all Strategic Air Services commandos be swapped every six months.

The General was unperturbed by the heightened violence that surrounded his missions. One US Ranger Commander had remarked that the black squad  had been born for war. Anyone who read mission reports from surprisingly successful joint operations commanders would have agreed. Despite attempts to apportion the credit across the various combat units the soldiers themselves knew who were the deadliest soldiers in the combat base camp. 

With praise for the relatively unending success that were happening in their war zone, the base commander was looking forward to being rotated stateside.  He knew that his successor would not have access to perhaps the best bunch of sharp end fighters he had ever commanded.

The day of departure arrived with the General as unhappy about going home as the Americans were about losing his black fighters. Their flight home was completed in silence. Back at their Australian base camp they were discharged with full military honors. But as soon as they were on their way to Alice Springs the General adjusted back to civilian life. He looked around at the forty blacks who had gone over there with him. Not one was lost. All were hard men. The General knew that his gang were now better than any other in their crime ridden home town. He planned to use that superiority, but not for crime.

As they arrived in Alice Springs their families saw them for the first time in six months. Collective expressions of surprise ran around that troubled city. The chat was positive but also fearful.

Some of the comments were flashed across social media. Posts like this appeared on many screens

"General's gang back from Army. Toughest bunch of black men I have ever seen"

"Go look at the physique of the General's gang members. They could punch out street lights."

"Deadly is the word and it applies to the General and his troupe of ex-Army soldiers. They are going to make waves."

 

As the dawn brought the heat, the General scheduled a  meeting with the elders of the red center. So he turned up with all his gang members. Those hanging around to make mischief quickly made themselves scarce.

After the welcoming to country ceremony, the General was invited to address the elders. He got to his feet to say these words,

"Thank you for that welcome. My fighters have spent the last month in a totally alien environment. We fought white man's wars. We took orders from white men. We buried those who attacked us but held no specific hatred towards them. Then our white man government called us home. So here we are back in the red center. But we will not return to our old gang days. I offer you elders the use of my fighters. They can help to raise up the center blacks."

Not sure what he meant by this offer, the elders still accepted. They reasoned that it would be better to keep this man away from starting up yet another gang. So they empowered him to maintain law and order in the red center.

Those gang leaders watching may have felt some trepidation diminish at these words. But they were wrong to relax their bleak outlook. Within six months they would all either be dead, or forced to congregate in Darwin.

 

Jim Thomas was headhunted by a well known Sydney agency. They wanted him to accept an unusual appointment. It involved mentoring black youths from Central Australia. This was to be funded by two philanthropists. Thomas's aunt talked him into accepting this job offer. She was impressed with anyone who tried to help youths from her homeland. To get the job Jim Thomas had to fly to Darwin. He met with two billionaires who lived on an island near Darwin.

The job interview was intense. Somehow the interviewers had his whole life history on file. They asked him some very penetrating questions. One was about his twin brother. He responded to their concern about his brother's willingness to help.

"My brother is very much his own man.  No one can get him to do anything unless he really wants to be involved. But sometimes he does listen to my aunt."

One of the billionaires said,

"We will need you to help forty young black men adjust to living in Sydney. They have grown up in communities between Alice Springs and Tennant Creek. All of them are gifted at some sport. Their education, training and welfare will be your sole concern. Can you handle such an assignment?"

Giving this some deep thought Thomas finally said,

"Yes I think I can. I will have help from my aunt and others in the Sydney black community."

The other billionaire saw his careful exclusion. He said,

“But not necessarily your brother? Well we will just have to work around him until he comes on board.  On that understanding we are happy to offer you this appointment. It is initially for two years with an option on your services for another three years. If you are happy with those conditions, I will arrange a meeting with our finance and legal people in Sydney for next Friday. Are you okay with all that?”

Thomas nodded then said,

"Thank you for this opportunity. I will be waiting for your call about time and place. Once again let me thank you both. Goodbye."

When he had left their home, the two billionaires had a chat about the risks they were taking by using such a young untried man. One of the billionaires said,

"Our contact said this man had the best contact inside the black community in Sydney. Without that contact this experiment does not have a snowballs chance so we had little choice."

The other billionaire said

"Yes we had no choice, but its not Thomas that worries me. Its that brother of his. That is the wildcard here. Still lets see how it goes. We wanted to give something back to the black community that made us both so rich. So we will just have to wear any blow back from our project.
 

 

 

Thomas arrived back in Sydney stunned but happy. He was looking forward to most of his future employment. The only worry was that his brother was somehow involved. He had been tasked with getting his brother on board. The task they were asked to perform would require the combined talents of himself and his aunt. Her tribal name was Tarenorerer but the young Kooris called her Walyer.  Aunty Walyer was the most respected elder in the Redfern enclave.  She was the only one Thomas had ever seen get his twin brother to do something that he did not want to do.

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CHAPTER THREE

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CHAPTER FOUR

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CHAPTER FIVE

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CHAPTER SIX

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CHAPTER SEVEN

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CHAPTER EIGHT

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CHAPTER NINE

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CHAPTER TEN

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

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CHAPTER TWELVE

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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CHAPTER NINETEEN

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CHAPTER TWENTY

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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CHAPTER TWO-TWO

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Chapter TWENTY-THREE

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