Tired of the climate wars and boardroom piss-ups? Wish you could fight back... with extreme prejudice? Buckle up for "50 Degrees in the Shade," a serotonin satire where vigilante justice meets environmental meltdown in the heart of the Australian outback.

Too many murders linked to the fossil fuel industry in one desert-rim community was enough to fire the cause. 

That was a couple of years ago. 

With the embers simmering and environmental war seeking interlude, a greed cell in the London Square Mile was back. Worldwide climate disaster payouts needed a backdoor offset and Australian gas exports were perfect.

Net-Zero appeared pure aspiration and while ‘Big Energy’ cooked-the-books downunder, a handful of outliers, sharp indigenous activists and one eco-guerilla movement were regrouping - with Mayor Turnhill of Warunga Shire at the helm.

Harry was loath to fill the custom arms cache in his travel hardened Mercedes wagon but genuine visitors to this part of south-west Queensland wanted Aboriginal art tours. Chinese intelligence sniffing the dry bone air was an intimation written in conspiracy.

Two of Harry's cohorts, Claudia and Boris, had survived the destruction of Red River Flagstaff in the last interlude and were now ‘chewing the fat’ in the back bar of The Opinion.

Claudia observed an observer as she pivoted from the bar.

They sipped politely and remained unruffled, then Claudia followed the man into the car park with no lights.