Only then did it occur to Graham that he was hugely in Jason’s debt. He rolled onto one elbow and faced Jason. ‘Young man, you saved my life! I want to repay you somehow. Ask me for anything, and I’ll give it to you.’
Jason was too tired to think. ‘That’s okay,’ was all he could manage.
Graham seemed much stronger now, having benefited from the attention of the suited people hovering around him. ‘There must be something you want! Name it, and you’ve got it.’
Jason was still in a daze, and was feeling weak from hunger and fatigue. Plus, he had no idea where his glasses were.
Then a man stuck a microphone near Jason’s mouth and said, ‘Well, son, you’ve just been made an amazing offer! You can name your own reward. What do you want?’
Jason couldn’t get his brain into gear. Did he hear right? Did the person thrusting a microphone into his face say he could have a reward? Anything he wanted? As though on autopilot, his mind reverted to what it had been festering on all afternoon. ‘I want Australia to have emission control targets.’
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