JonDLundyn 17 #2
April 16th 2007 07:54
[COLOR=Fuchsia]Chapter 17
Admiral James Kirkam was on board the Royal Australian Navy’s attack ship closest to the action. He was technically not in charge but he could not help feeling that he was. It was the Navy that seemed to be taking the risks at this point. The RAAF had been and made their diversionary raid, the trained negotiators were keeping up a constant barrage of phone calls to Ali (which he was avoiding) and his team of clearance divers were risking their arses inside the hull. But so far everything was going to plan. Almost far too easy. The next stage of the attack was going into place from this ship and one other slightly over the horizon. As soon as his men had cleared the ship and set charges against the four drives of the ship, to assure that she would not go anywhere without the navy having control, there would be a full blown attack on the ship. This would be by airborne SAS troopers dropping from choppers to the deck of the ship. God how he prayed that his men had done their job! If the terrorists decided to let the bombs go off during the SAS raid and the bombs were not properly defused, there would be a catastrophe. But he need not have worried. The ship, as far as the clearance divers were concerned was “clean”. The divers had gathered their gear and were now waiting below the turn of the hull for the action to start.
Lundyn’s Seawind was just 200 miles from the Ocean King when the Mckay Air Traffic Controller called him to change course. It was “official” he was told and no argument would be brooked. Lundyn called back that he had heard the request and would cooperate. He called out to the General who was meditating to distract himself from the lack of a cigarette. “Hey boss, we are being told to bugger off and leave this air space.”
“Sounds like the balloon is not far from going up” replied the general, coming out of his induced reverie. “How close can we get?”
“I’m just plotting the range that air traffic have asked us to stay out of,” Lundyn replied, “They want a two hundred nautical mile perimeter. I think that my insurance survey clearance will get me closer, there are some media choppers hovering at about one hundred and fifty miles and we may get inside them.”
“Ok, see what you can do. I am going to call some of my mates.”
With that the general picked up his phone and began a speed dial to set up a conference of some of his pals from the old days.
Lundyn meanwhile called his insurance office and asked for a better clearance to be arranged for him This was done in double quick time which assured him that some action was very immanent. He picked up the radio to call McKay Air traffic Control.[/COLOR]
Admiral James Kirkam was on board the Royal Australian Navy’s attack ship closest to the action. He was technically not in charge but he could not help feeling that he was. It was the Navy that seemed to be taking the risks at this point. The RAAF had been and made their diversionary raid, the trained negotiators were keeping up a constant barrage of phone calls to Ali (which he was avoiding) and his team of clearance divers were risking their arses inside the hull. But so far everything was going to plan. Almost far too easy. The next stage of the attack was going into place from this ship and one other slightly over the horizon. As soon as his men had cleared the ship and set charges against the four drives of the ship, to assure that she would not go anywhere without the navy having control, there would be a full blown attack on the ship. This would be by airborne SAS troopers dropping from choppers to the deck of the ship. God how he prayed that his men had done their job! If the terrorists decided to let the bombs go off during the SAS raid and the bombs were not properly defused, there would be a catastrophe. But he need not have worried. The ship, as far as the clearance divers were concerned was “clean”. The divers had gathered their gear and were now waiting below the turn of the hull for the action to start.
Lundyn’s Seawind was just 200 miles from the Ocean King when the Mckay Air Traffic Controller called him to change course. It was “official” he was told and no argument would be brooked. Lundyn called back that he had heard the request and would cooperate. He called out to the General who was meditating to distract himself from the lack of a cigarette. “Hey boss, we are being told to bugger off and leave this air space.”
“Sounds like the balloon is not far from going up” replied the general, coming out of his induced reverie. “How close can we get?”
“I’m just plotting the range that air traffic have asked us to stay out of,” Lundyn replied, “They want a two hundred nautical mile perimeter. I think that my insurance survey clearance will get me closer, there are some media choppers hovering at about one hundred and fifty miles and we may get inside them.”
“Ok, see what you can do. I am going to call some of my mates.”
With that the general picked up his phone and began a speed dial to set up a conference of some of his pals from the old days.
Lundyn meanwhile called his insurance office and asked for a better clearance to be arranged for him This was done in double quick time which assured him that some action was very immanent. He picked up the radio to call McKay Air traffic Control.[/COLOR]
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