Dear Sir Rapete: With all the secrecy around who can spy on who and who isn't telling the big boss who said what, it all sounds a bit like Maxwell Smart's Cone of Silence when it comes to counter intelligence techniques in good old Aotearoa. When I heard about the secret Cone of Silence around the mystery water deal with the council I borrowed Max's shoe phone and coupled with a McDonalds giveaway coke glass to press up against the council's wall I got the inside scoop and cracked the case.
I needed to know what all the water was needed for, who was paying for it, who owned it and how much was it worth. But it was riddled with danger and deception of the highest order and if I got it wrong I would face the Big Chief. Would I be water boarded myself if I found out too much and would Agent 99 come and rescue me when I needed her?
Imagine my relief when I found out it wasn't anything to do with Banksie's B.S. or Dotcom's flash whare. Nah it turns out one of my mates from down the line had found some fresh deposits of a valuable mineral on a sacred sand dune that needed to be dredged out - and to do that they needed to buy a few buckets of water. No drama, no dredging, no Dotcom and no need for resource consent.
Oh well, like Maxwell Smart said, 'sorry about that Chief.”

Agent Kapai, Te Puna.