JonDLundyn Parker #2 21/2
June 8th 2007 08:54
Reaching into a plastic cooler box he extracted a roll filled with salad and a bottle of mineral water. He looked at the label. Bottled in New Zealand, this water is from melted ice more than 10,000 years old. Funny, this simple plastic bottle predates both his religion and that of the Infidels. Well he had given Australia, land of the Infidels fighting in his homeland a little bit more than a bloody nose. Though now without any men, (they had all died a glorious death and would be received in heaven) he still had the country reeling against the ropes. It would be many years before the ravaged land could recover to plant crops and the millions of sheep and cattle could be replaced. Thousands of homes destroyed and the whole economy of the country come to a standstill. All done with a few years of careful planning, planting of incendiary bombs and one man with a lap top and mobile phone. It was simple and brilliant. The theft of the American built space station sonar was perhaps not a military strike but the results spoke for themselves. Every evening and morning on world wide news coverage the plight of he waves and dolphins could be seen in raw detail. The death of his two operatives, also captured on television was not such good news. The mission to poison the drinking water of the country had gone stale. Purely bad calculation of the effort that a country of volunteers could do. Still it had produced the coverage required for his demands. The rescue operation of the Ocean King stuck in his throat. That was a waste of manpower and opportunity. If only the tide had been one day earlier. The rescue itself had taught him a lot about how the Australians would retaliate to given threats. So at least he had learnt something positive. The surgical precision still galled him though. Who would believe that those few troops would respond faster and better than the highly trained Israelis and American Seals?
Ramid’s plan now was to work his way through the thousands of islands and coral sand cays, north and then across the small straight separating Australia from New Guinea. Then along the coast of New Guinea and back to his camp in the interior. He had fuel and enough reserves to make it with ease. He would camp a minimum of two nights ashore on remote deserted islands and during the day he would drive the twin engines full power. The coast watch would not bother him even if they could pick him out from amongst the recreational and professional boats in this area. He felt himself almost home already.
Ramid’s plan now was to work his way through the thousands of islands and coral sand cays, north and then across the small straight separating Australia from New Guinea. Then along the coast of New Guinea and back to his camp in the interior. He had fuel and enough reserves to make it with ease. He would camp a minimum of two nights ashore on remote deserted islands and during the day he would drive the twin engines full power. The coast watch would not bother him even if they could pick him out from amongst the recreational and professional boats in this area. He felt himself almost home already.
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