Part 1 Big Trouble in Little Ulster Town 18/12/19 Outskirts of Sant Dewi The P.M gazed outside the window to his office facing the Steward's Lodge courtyard, it had been raining non-stop for last two days. It fitted his mood grey and miserable, the polls had been tightening between his party and the PFP. To make it worse he couldn't shake internal rumours of leadership weakness. He had spent weeks trying to pull a tough but fair look, it always seem to backfire followed by chants of sit down old man echoing in the Witan. He soon turned his attention to his morning briefings scattered on his desk, he quickly flip through. "Today Market reports, Labour statistics, crime etc etc." He thought to himself. A letter from a chairman of a council in Ulster brighten himself up, it is probably a invite to some ribbon cutting ceremony or photo opportunity, he had hope. Dear Prime Minister hope you are well, I am writing as head of the DCP led City of Moira Council, I have a matter to bring to your attention, the talks between all councils and Ulster General Workers' Union is at a deadlock. It is also believed our sources from inside the UGWU that they are talking to other Unions in the province. If it is true a coordinated industrial action would disrupt the busy time for our consumer market which would in turn threaten the economic regeneration we have brought to the Province. "Oh shit"