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Lundyn Parker's greatest adventures - by JonD

Lundyn Parker and his best mate Roscoe Tanner are a couple of Aussie knock about types. During their incredible adventures they will, fight, root, eat and save society and the even the world from horrors unimiaginable. Loveable rogues but as tough as the land that bred them.

Lundyn Parker's greatest adventures

Lundyn Parker #2 24/5

June 19th 2007 08:54

Lundyn and Ann watched from their ship. As soon as the water was released it had gained height and from a new position, three hundred metres in the air they watch fascinated as the RIB headed toward the mouth of a small creek on the mainland. At top speed it ploughed across a small sand bar and came to a halt. The engines were whining as at full speed they tried to push the RIB. But without any water the RIB was motionless. The engines roared and started to cough as they gathered rough sand in through their water intake. Smoke curled from the exhausts as they slowly heated up and then died as the metal overheated and the pistons jammed in their sleeves. A rough hissing woke Ramid. It was the noise of the exhausted engines, metal twisting and cooling. He looked around and saw land just a short swim away. He also noted the dirigible just out of gunfire reach. He grabbed a couple of water bottles and both his carbines. He made for the water, he would fight to the end, but now he could still escape.

Lundyn and Ann were astounded when suddenly with a huge eruption of sand and water a creature whose ancestry went back three million years emerged from the flurry. It had gripped Ramid around the lower half of his body. Engulfed by the jaws of a huge saltwater crocodile Ramid could feel himself being dragged into the water. The foul breath of the creature filled his nostrils as fear gripped his heart. His bowels opened and his member came rigid unwillingly as he was dragged to his doom. He fired off a full magazine into the back of his captor but to no avail. The armour of the crocs skin was hardly dented. As the crocodile reached deeper water it began its death roll. Rolling over and over with its prey till it was finally subdued, drowned it meal. Not having a good chewing action with its mouth this was how it killed its prey. Once dead the prey was pushed into an underwater ‘larder’ where it softened with the water over a period of weeks so the croc could come back and rip off pieces of the carcass at leisure.

That was the end of Ramid Ben-Artim. Ann had managed to secure footage of his death from the tapes of Mother Belle and these were shown around the world on television, news reels and news magazines. A violent end, for a violent man.

The End.

(Watch for Lundyn’s Next adventure coming soon.)

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June 18th 2007 08:54

Lundyn surfaced as the RIB started to gain full speed. He had only been seconds falling from the ladder, the impact of the bullets on his body armour causing him to loose his grip. He though he had managed to get off a couple of rounds as he was falling but doubted if he had done any damage. A small pink stream ran from a slight wound in his shoulder and apart from feeling like someone had taken to his upper body with a baseball bat, he felt ok. He looked up to Mother Belle and saw that Ann was swinging the ladder his way. He grabbed for it and let himself be wound up. His energy levels were down! His adrenalin was however pumping. As he pulled himself aboard, Ann was swinging herself out on another ladder. “We took a couple of hits from his machine gun. I have deployed a net around the envelope and I can climb over to where the holes are and tape them over. We are not loosing much gas but it is an opportunity to do the repair now.” Lundyn nodded and as he ducked his head into the ship she called out. “Get to the controls and follow that bastard. Now I want to catch him for what he has done to my ship!”
Lundyn grinned to himself despite his pain. A woman on a revenge high he thought.

They caught up with Ramid within half an hour. He was not aware of their approach as they were again in battery mode and now flying directly into the sun.

“How are we going to stop him, we can’t risk being fired on.”

“Just watch this”

Ann worked the ship directly over the RIB. At that moment Ramid saw the dirigible and was reaching for his re loaded weapon. He didn’t see the ballast envelope, burst open and drop thirty ton of salt water onto the RIB. Ramid was knocked flat with the weight of the water and the RIB was instantly filled with water. It was designed to be fully buoyant with a full load of water, even with one of its inflatable pods bursts. No such damage had yet been done. Ramid however was unconscious. As he had been knocked down he lost control of the wheel. The Rib pounded on its way.

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Lundyn Parker #2 24/3

June 17th 2007 08:54

Ramid was badly burnt by the sun. He was also suffering some dehydration though he had plenty of water on board. He was just not taking the time to stop and refresh himself. He was ploughing through the water at the RIBs top speed of around forty five knots. Just recently the speed had dropped a little and the engine was coughing occasionally. He
Put it down to bad fuel and pounded on. In the rigid centre console of the RIB he had a small chart plotter interfaced with a GPS and his position was good as far as he was concerned. Some time tomorrow morning he would have passed through Australian territorial waters and be in Indonesian controlled seas. There he could finally switch on his radio and call for assistance. For the moment he was afraid to use the radio and his mobile phone. He knew ASIO and the Royal Australian Navy were searching for him and twice he had been circled by coastal patrol planes which had dipped their wings and flown off as he waved his hat gaily toward them. He had fooled them so far, it would not last long. He had both his Kalishnakofs loaded and spare magazines ready. He would not be taken but he was positive that his escape was almost in the bag.

Ramid had finally succumbed to sleep. His RIB was tied to a palm tree on a remote offshore island. He was stretched out on the solid glass reinforced floor with a towel over his face for protection from the sun. Had he not been trying to protect himself from the sun he would have noticed the shadow cast over his boat by the dirigible. It had approached him in battery powered mode and now hovered less than fifty metres in the air, only twenty five metres from his boat. A long steel wire ladder hung from its belly and making his way down was Lundyn Parker. Lundyn had dressed in a military style jacket under which he wore light body armour. He was wearing a wide webbing belt to which his fighting knife in a sheath and both his revolvers in water proof holsters. His Uzzi was draped around his neck with a band and he held it by the pistol grip.

A change it the pattern of the breeze, or the ripple of waves bought Ramid instantly awake. Years of living off his wits, deprivation in slum cities as a child had tuned his senses. Though out of his natural element out here on the Australian coast, he had not lost his animal senses. His hand reached out and closed around his carbine. Moving slowly he let the towel drop from his face and he peered over the side of the RIB. He was shocked at first to see the towering envelope of the dirigible floating in the air above him. Then in an instance his eyes focused on the man descending the ladder. Without pausing for thought, he squeezed off half a magazine, dropping the man into the water. He reached out and sliced the rope holding his boat to shore and as he was firing up the engines he squeezed off the rest of the magazine at the envelope of the dirigible. Not pausing to see the effect he gunned the engines mercilessly and headed out to sea and north.

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Lundyn Parker #2 24/2

June 16th 2007 08:54

Reports from skippers on Des Rawlings ANSWERS program had put Ramid’s RIB About two hundred miles ahead of them. He was approaching the Torres Straight, one of the most difficult areas of the oceans to navigate, due to strong tides and rip currents. It was obvious to Lundyn that the terrorist was down to his last escape plan. He was trying to leave the country by boat and he had no other plan in place till he could get into friendly territory. Nowhere on the Australian mainland would suit so perhaps one of the Torres Straight Islands or even Indonesian controlled New Guinea or Irian Jaya as it was known. (Lundyn had a passion for calling countries by their original names so it was still West New Guinea to him). He was searching the data base of the C-Map for locations that would suit Ramid. He discounted most of the islands and was more and more convinced that New Guinea would be the destination. Up one of the coastal rivers then strike inland where he could hide amongst the mainly Islamic new settlers that were now farming the areas that the Indonesian government had set aside. (After moving off the indigenous native farmers.)

Ann was preparing coffee from a percolator in the galley, she had laid out a platter of crab and mayonnaise sandwiches and cold asparagus spears with a warm dill butter sauce. Lundyn was chewing his second sandwich when he was alerted to an email arriving from Des Rawlings. He and Des had agreed not to use radios that could be monitored by the Australian military. The brass would be kept out of this surgical strike. Ramid was not going to be captured and tried for his crimes. Something that the Government of Australia would have to do, should they succeed in catching up with Ramid. They were of course trying and getting close. They had the help of satellite surveillance from the US and also their own cost watch aircraft. High speed Navy patrol boats could intercept the RIB once contact was made. It was however difficult to get a fix on the RIB as it was acting as part of the huge recreational fleet of boats in the area. Once in the straits this would change as traffic density lessened. The RIB would stand out like a sore thumb amongst the native island craft and the commercial fishing fleets.
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Lundyn Parker #2 24

June 15th 2007 08:54

Chapter 24

Ramid Ben-Artim was tired. He had been hand steering his boat when he could stay awake and for brief periods he resorted to the auto helm. The adrenal rush of escaping certain death and the handling of the powerful RIB had worn off and now he was operating on pure body energy which was running on almost empty. He had only taken water and some ships biscuits he had found in an emergency ration pack. The RIB was loaded for the escape of all his original crew but he had not had time to breach the stores. He had twice refuelled at sea to keep up his overall escape speed. Now he was dog tired and this was the time he knew he would make judgement errors that could cost him his life. He needed to rest and to take a long hard look at the C-Map that in conjunction with the on-board GPS was guiding him hopefully home. A small island was on his starboard quarter and there he hoped to tie off to a tree on shore, sleep, eat, refuel and do some navigational sums.
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Lundyn Parker #2 23/3

June 14th 2007 08:54

The cells behind Newcastle Central Police Station were clinically clean but almost as old as the station itself. Painted with a semi-gloss pale government green. There was no bed as Roscoe was in a day holding cell. There was a bench bolted to the wall and a stainless steel toilet bowl without a lid. In one corner stood a stainless steel sink and cold water tap. He heard the sound of men laughing and walking toward his cell. Four young hard looking police constables in light tracksuits stood outside his cell door and observed him. They each carried a police truncheon, Roscoe noted. There was a nervous glow of sweat on one man’s brow and others stood on tip toe to increase their height. All four were in a state of high nervous tension. One swayed to and fro tapping his truncheon into his empty hand. The two on tip toe lowered themselves and again stretched their body height. Roscoe’s lips dried involuntarily and his huge paws slowly clenched into giant fists.

“Well Mr Tanner, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. We need to take those ladies underpants off your body for forensic testing and we need to give you a full body search, internal of course!” The men standing around him snickered and made poking motions with their truncheons. Giving Roscoe no doubt how his internal body search would be conducted.
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June 13th 2007 08:54

In the police car, Alby Woo had lit a cigarette and was half way through smoking it. The ash spilled on his suit coat without him bothering to flick it off. He was a grubby cop in a grubby game. Roscoe involuntarily sniffed the burning tobacco smoke hungrily into his lungs. His sojourn with the General on the small island had left both of them without tobacco and since being picked up and whisked back to Newcastle, he had not had the opportunity to satisfy his body’s full demand for the drug.

Alby Woo had his men drop by Roscoe’s campervan. Together he and Roscoe entered the van and sat down. Roscoe was seated at the dining table and Alby took up a position on the double bed. He glanced around at the mirrors trained on the bed from the ceiling and also from the wardrobe. In fact every angle of the bed could be watched from a mirror. Another of Roscoe’s quirks, he thought. To annoy the man a little he reached into a drawer and pulled out some underwear he knew was stored there. Wiping his dusty shoes with one pair of ladies knickers and putting the other pair into his pocket he watched Roscoe’s reaction. There was none. This man was a cool customer decided Alby. Not shy about his habit of wearing ladies underwear and not keen to show any annoyance. Well he would try the direct approach. No point in fucking about with this guy.
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Lundyn Parker #2 23

June 12th 2007 08:54

Chapter 23

As Roscoe and the General made their way through the baggage handling area of the Williamtown airport, Roscoe was stopped by three men standing in front of him. One a short, but thickset Asian (who looked familiar) and the other two, young and burly. “Shit cops”, thought Roscoe. He was trapped with nowhere to go. These guys were good. They had him boxed. He could fight his way out and with the General’s help get the hell out of here but he knew better than to fight cops.
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June 11th 2007 08:54

Sonja was mopping the brow of her client on the aft deck of Beats working. The skipper had taken the boat out of service in NSW and bought her up to Queensland because of the change in economic viability of game fishing. He could not make things pay down south at the moment so he was trying to muscle in on the still lucrative Queensland market. This one client they had fought for and had won from two other charter boats. Now they had him on a large black marlin and things were looking great. She would probably pick up a nice tip from this. The client was a good and steady fisherman. He worked the fish hard and didn’t expect the skipper to back the boat up to the fish as a lot of soft cock fishos wanted. The marlin was not a record fish but it was a strong fighting fish. Around eight hundred pound Sonja guessed.

“Sonja” the skipper yelled from the tower, “look out for this silly bugger. He is coming at us full tilt.”
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June 10th 2007 08:54

.The airship was huge in the overall scheme of things. Not as big as the biggest of the once commercially flown craft but almost two thirds that size. As it was a research vessel rather than a passenger vessel that needed state rooms and dining rooms for one hundred and eighty guests and crew quarters for fifty hotel and flying staff, it was sumptuous by any standard. Lundyn was dressed in a terry towelling bathrobe and seated on a command style seat next to Ann. He looked over at her. She had been a wicked bitch in bed the last time they had met. For Lundyn the encounter was like it had been yesterday. Today she was all business, rescuing him from the seas and now joining him in the hunt for his prey. Unfortunately for Ramid, that was what he had become. Once Lundyn was on the scent there could be only one result. Lundyn moved off his stool to the galley and poured two coffees from the small machine. He sugared his and remembered that Ann only took cream. He fished a couple of chocolate rum balls onto the saucers and brought them over to where Ann was concentrating on her screens.
“Well what have we got here Annie? Any luck at all?”
“Not yet Lundyn, but we are eliminating a lot of the traffic at least. Everything moving South we can probably discard out of hand and everything moving in the other three quadrants is suspicious unless it is too small, too big or slow.” Ann made some adjustments to her video screen. “We can watch fish fucking with the clarity of the zoom on this thing so if he is in our area we will have him.”
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