Saving Guyana

Satiricus was grinning like the cat that just lapped up milk it had spilled after toppling over the bottle. He was already ensconced in his seat at the back of the Back Street Bar, as his buddies slowly wound their way towards him.
Spying him as he neared, Bungi blurted out, “Like Easta come early fuh yoh, or wha’ Sato? Yuh teet’ light up de place, man!”
“Settle down and bend your elbows, fellas,” said Satiricus to both Bungi and Hari. “I have some great news!”
“Uh! Uh!” cried Hari in mock alarm. “The last time you said that, you predicted we would have some rain. And we ended up with the Great Flood of 2005!!”
“Nah! It’s better than that!” Satiricus said as he watched his friends down the beers the waitress has just plunked down. “This is about saving this country from being looted!”
“Yuh a talk ‘bout dem computah SARO tek way fram de Endore NBC?” asked Bungi immediately.
“Damn right, I am!” said Satiricus firmly. “See how our boys swoop down after gathering hard “intel” and extracted our assets! Nobody can loot Guyana anymore!”
“Intel? Assets?” asked Hari with eyebrows arched to his hairline. “I read the minutes of an official meeting stated a decision was made to sell computers that were gathering dust in a back room!”
“Da look like somebody carry news, pan de councillah who wan’ fuh   buy de old computah!” blurted out Bungi. “Dem jeal’us!”
“That was an inside deal,” insisted Satiricus. “Guyana’s money was saved.”
“Suh yuh leadah Rum Jhaat know SARO people do Police wuk?” asked Bungi. “An judge na tell dem fuh do da?”
“Sato…your leaders Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat used to say billions and billions were stolen,” pointed out Hari. “15 old computers?? City Hall don’t sell off used equipment?”
“Doesn’t matter,” insisted Satiricus. “It’s revenge time against the PPCEE baby!!”