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.

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Lundyn Parker's greatest adventures - May 2007

Lundyn Parker #2 19/4

May 31st 2007 20:32

.“Hang on guys, I’ll be with you as soon as I finish the landing check” called out Lundyn.

“Sorry mate, you going to have to stay. We are going to need the plane fully operational when we finish the strike. She is no good to us full of bullet holes.” The General looked at Lundyn and shrugged, “you are the pilot. Cover the holes with gaffer tape and we will signal you when we want to be picked up.”

Without showing it Lundyn felt his shoulders sag. He was in fact the boss of this outfit but the General was the tactician. The best available. He was right. No body else could fly the plane and as he had built it nobody else knew what other problems could have occurred with the bullet holes. “Ah shit leave some for me will you?” He pulled off his helmet and glasses and started to forage for the tool box.

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Lundyn Parker #2 19/3

May 30th 2007 20:32

“Shit Lundyn, they are taking no chances. There is a guy aiming a rocket launcher at us.”

“Hold on” cried Lundyn as his lightning reflexes hauled back on the stick and powered the throttle to full speed. He put the Seawind into a steep climb, which though now at full power was slow and painful compared to what a jet coming under attack could do.

“He is definitely aiming, I have the glasses on him and he has three crew standing next to him and by their body language we are dead meat.”

Lundyn was not going to take any chances. He assumed it was a heat seeking rocket that was to be launched. He flipped off his power, turning off his engine and put the nose down into a steep dive.

“He’s fired”, yelled Roscoe and he and the General involuntarily ducked. Without the heat of the engine to guide it the rocket soared off into the air to look for a heat source. It had missed the plane by quite a few metres but it was a close call and they were still not out of trouble. The plane was screaming toward the ground in a controlled dive and at the last moment Lundyn pulled her out of the dive with a roll to one side. All the occupants, felt the recently devoured goose liver pate rise to the gorge of their throats. As the plane shot from out of the dive onto a fast but declining glide over the sea.

“There is tracer streaming at us. They are firing their machine guns now. They have tuned us into target practice,” called out Roscoe.

Lundyn hit the starter and the engine roared into life and whipped their necks as the power came on to the aircraft. He felt the judder as 50 mm shells stitched their way across the rear of the plane. “Their bloody good,” he called out to his friends, “we have been hit. One more opportunity and we could go down.”

The General looked across at Lundyn and said, “this is what we want. Make smoke and put her down. Its our distraction.”

Lundyn smiled to himself as he took on what the General had said. Yes a faked ditching would put the enemy off guard. He toggled a switch on the dash that fed a small amount of oil into the exhaust and this then turned into hot smoke that appeared to billow from the craft.

“That’s it,” yelled Roscoe, “they are waving their guns and the guy with the launcher is at ease”

Lundyn played with his controls, turned his propeller pitch to simulate engine failure and then put her into a controlled dive to pull out at the last moment and put her on to the water with a huge column of spray. She slowly came to a stop and by now Roscoe and the General had the canopy up and were donning swim fins, masks and snorkels.

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Lundyn Parker #2 19/2

May 29th 2007 20:32

The men were eating dark rye bread smothered in goose liver pate. Lundyn had finely sliced shallots and radishes over the sandwiches as a kind of salad. The thermos flasks of green tea for the General and coffee for Lundyn and Roscoe were steaming on the small card table between their seats. The hum of the engine droned in the background and each man chewed looking thoughtfully out the cabin window at the Coral Sea marching in long waves toward the Australian mainland. Lundyn had a chart plotter activated and was measuring the distance from their GPS position to the target area. He had calculated the wind direction and strength and looking at the plan of the bay that their target was situated in, guessed that unless they had reason to move they would still be where they had last been seen. No reason to move from a well protected anchorage. He put the plane into a two mile glide that would bring him down to one thousand feet.

“We are just a couple of minutes from the target” lundyn said turning to his friends. “If they are still there we will assess the situation, but either way the shit hits the fan soon!”

His friends merely nodded and shifted in their seats. Their eyes however took on a menacing glare as a small tropical island started to appear ahead of them. It was not covered in lush vegetation like many of the other islands. This one had been used for extensive grazing and was covered in mainly grass meadows with small thickets of trees scattered about. Small bays with sandy beaches indented the side they were approaching from and glancing at the chart to orientate himself the General pointed his long bony finger to a small bay which had two rocky arms encircling it.

“This looks a good spot to land, out of site and launch a land attack.”

Lundyn nodded agreement and said, “Yes I agree but I want to take a look at the bay and the boat they are in.” the general nodded and smiled, crinkling his eyes with amusement.

“If you want to do that, fine. But we are better off to just land in that bay out of site and move in.”

Lundyn knew that the General was right but his hunting instinct was to sight his quarry first. He pulled back gently on the stick and the Seawind rose in response to clear the main hill on the island. Once over he immediately looked into the clear bay and spied the sleek charter boat sitting at anchor in the calm bay. Its white hull and polished timber work glinted in the sun. A picture perfect scene for a postcard. He levelled out his plane and flew a course forty five degrees away from the anchored boat. It was the suspect alright, he felt it in his water. He was again concentrating on the chart to work out a route to come back to the island more or less unobserved when Roscoe called out.

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Lundyn Parker #2 19

May 27th 2007 20:35

Chapter 19

Lundyn’s Seawind was cruising at five thousand feet and though by now most of the bushfires that threatened property throughout Australia were out or well under control, there were still fires burning in areas hard to reach. The smoke from these fires meant that visibility in the air was still difficult so Lundyn kept well low of commercial air traffic. His air controller had him on a two-mile broad path down to one thousand feet so the men on board could do some searching for the vessel they were after. Later as they got into the known search area they would open out their search pattern a lot more.
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