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an hour after they had hunkered down under the protection of the camo sheets, they were on the move again.
    “What is at Uluru, anyway?” Monster asked, taking a sip of water from his throat tube.
    “A ruddy great rock,” Hunter replied.
    Monster laughed heartily. “Yes, my dude. The Monster knows this. You know this. The generals also they know this. So what are we looking for?”
    “Your brain,” Price said. “It’s been missing since 2015.”
    “Keep your eyes on your sector,” Chisnall said.
    “This mission is very dangerous,” Monster insisted. “Angel Team has right to know what’s at Uluru.”
    Chisnall stared at Monster but could read nothing from the back of his head. Was this just an innocent question?
    “If I knew what was going on at Uluru,” Chisnall said, “I would just tell HQ and we could all go home and sleepin nice warm beds. You think I like traipsing through the desert, living on a diet of alien pond scum?”
    “Is that what’s in those tubes?” Brogan asked. “I just thought some butt wipe in supply got his cartons mixed up and gave us a consignment of hemorrhoid cream.”
    “So nobody knows what’s at Uluru?” Monster was not giving up.
    Chisnall said, “Whatever’s there, it’s giving the top brass the screaming meemies. They badly want to know what is going on inside that rock.”
    “I doubt that, LT,” Brogan said. “If they really cared about this mission, they would have sent along some real soldiers instead of this bunch of no-hoper, bottom-feeding trailer trash.”
    “You including yourself in that assessment, soldier?” Chisnall asked.
    “Sir, yes, sir!” Brogan snapped out.
    “It’s a pie factory,” Price said. “I got it from Bonnie Kelaart in transport. She heard a couple of generals discussing it. The Pukes are building this massive pie factory, and after they’ve conquered the rest of the world, they’re going to keep us all in farms and turn us into juicy meat pies.”
    “The Monster won’t eat pie with you in it, Grandma,” Monster said.
    “Pukes are not gonna conquer the world, dude,” Wilton said. “We’re gonna kick their asses back to Mars.”
    “They aren’t from Mars, you plonker,” Hunter said.
    “Price, there’s just one problem with your theory,” Chisnall said.
    “Yes, sir?”
    “The Pukes are all vegetarians.”
    “Not true, sir,” Price said.
    “Then why are we eating green slime and not roasting a koala over a fire for dinner?” asked Chisnall.
    “That’s just what they want us to think,” Price said. “Until the pie factory is ready.”
    “Koala pie sounds good,” Monster said.
    “There’s no reason for the mission,” Wilton contributed. “It’s just a test of our disguises. The brass wants to find out if we can really fool the Pukes. We’re guinea pigs.”
    “Don’t believe everything you think,” Brogan said.
    “Just stay focused on your sector,” Chisnall said, shaking his head.
    “So what’s your plan to get us in, skipper?” Hunter asked. “Just going to rock on up to the front door and knock?”
    “Specialist Huntington, that part of the plan is way above your security level,” Chisnall replied. Now Hunter was asking “innocent” questions.
    “Why’s that, then?” Hunter asked.
    “I can’t answer that,” Chisnall said.
    “Why not?”
    “That’s also above your security level.”
    “Why wouldn’t they just let us in?” Wilton asked. “We look like Pukes. We sound like Pukes.”
    “You smell like puke,” Price added.
    “As far as they know, we are Pukes,” Wilton said. “Why can’t we just waltz on in?”
    “If they DNA test us, we be behind bars in two seconds,” Monster said.
    “If they DNA tested you, you’d be in a zoo,” Hunter said.
    “They won’t,” Chisnall said. “There are hundreds of thousands of Pukes wandering around this part of the desert. It’s their biggest military base. They don’t have time to DNA test everyone. And besides, why would