JonDLundyn Parker 2 #12/2
February 20th 2007 04:02
Gathering up their instruments the three men made for the door waving enthusiastically to their fans. They dumped the gear in Lundyn’s 1955 soft top short wheel based Land Rover and drove off at a sedate pace, heading for Lundyn’s yacht, tied up at the local wharf. On board the general had them instantly in conference mode.
“My sources in the Asian intelligence and police branches tell me that the terrorists are demanding a huge sum of money and troop withdrawals from Iraq and Afghanistan as well as making other demands that are not even politically motivated. They have no intention of achieving their demands. They are only trying to ‘stir up the possum’ and get themselves on the news”. The general’s information was of course common knowledge but his sources were more accurate than the general guesswork of the news agencies. The general belonged to a loose knit community of old soldiers that had fought on both sides of many Asian conflicts. The Korean war, the Malaysian uprisings, the French and American conflicts in Vietnam and many other minor wars. These soldiers had all at one time been pawns of politicians and were now themselves either politicians, head policemen or spy masters in their respective countries. They had formed an allegiance many years ago and helped each other as and when they could.
“The country is being devastated” Roscoe said glumly rolling his third foul smelling cigarette since boarding. “The bastards have got us by the goolies and there is nothing we can do.”
Lundyn nodded has agreement adding, “even though that little rat who was starting the fires is rooting his virgins in Paradise it will be months before there is anything like control over the fires.” He turned some small Spanish sausages grilling on the stern barbecue of his boat. “The bastards are still messing with the whales and dolphins and the chemicals are set to detonate in the water supplies.”
“We are doing better than you think” replied the general buttering bread rolls. “My sources say that almost all the chemicals have been found by official and unofficial searchers. What the bushwalking clubs have uncovered has been amazing. The government don’t want to let on yet so the terrorists think they still have some chips to play with.”
“What about the Ocean King? That is still a huge threat. Probably the worst. If that oil gets out it will be a disaster and if they set it on fire…”
The general put a plump Spanish Chorizo sausage into roll and liberally sprinkled fresh chopped chillies on top and took a satisfying bite. He shrugged and said through a mouth full of sausage roll. “I am sure the navy clearance boys will be up to that job. It is what they were trained for and you should know what they are capable of Lundyn, you were trained there yourself.” He regarded both men through his owl like glasses. “There is a team of international oil spill experts standing by. They have several contingencies up their sleeve and each one is a minimum environment risk. There will be oil lost, that probably can’t be helped but it will not be as big a catastrophe as the media make it”
“What about the top dog? What about the guy that organised all this?” Lundyn waved his arm to encircle the smoke filled sky. “This guy has been getting away with this for years.”
Roscoe had been quietly and efficiently demolishing his share of the sausage buns, also liberally sprinkled with chilli. “Ramid Ben-Artim” he said through a huge mouthful, holding one huge paw in an international gesture that suggested the tight squeezing of someone’s genitals. “Boy if I could get my hands on him.”
“That is what I want to talk about with you guys. I reckon we can go after him!” The general was wiping his lips with a tea towel. “I have news that he is not on the Ocean king. He has hired a fast game fishing boat and is sending his messages from that. Moving from location to location, not ever too far from the Ocean King, but keeping himself out of the way.”
Lundyn stood up from his seat behind the wooden steering wheel of his ketch. “Are you suggesting that we set up a surgical removal of this guy? Can we do it?” Lundyn casually waved his hand to encompass the three friends. “We don’t have the resources of the official government agencies.”
The general nodded and smiled, he tapped his forefinger to his head. “No we don’t have the resources, but we have our brains and our brawn. Now listen in”
“My sources in the Asian intelligence and police branches tell me that the terrorists are demanding a huge sum of money and troop withdrawals from Iraq and Afghanistan as well as making other demands that are not even politically motivated. They have no intention of achieving their demands. They are only trying to ‘stir up the possum’ and get themselves on the news”. The general’s information was of course common knowledge but his sources were more accurate than the general guesswork of the news agencies. The general belonged to a loose knit community of old soldiers that had fought on both sides of many Asian conflicts. The Korean war, the Malaysian uprisings, the French and American conflicts in Vietnam and many other minor wars. These soldiers had all at one time been pawns of politicians and were now themselves either politicians, head policemen or spy masters in their respective countries. They had formed an allegiance many years ago and helped each other as and when they could.
“The country is being devastated” Roscoe said glumly rolling his third foul smelling cigarette since boarding. “The bastards have got us by the goolies and there is nothing we can do.”
Lundyn nodded has agreement adding, “even though that little rat who was starting the fires is rooting his virgins in Paradise it will be months before there is anything like control over the fires.” He turned some small Spanish sausages grilling on the stern barbecue of his boat. “The bastards are still messing with the whales and dolphins and the chemicals are set to detonate in the water supplies.”
“We are doing better than you think” replied the general buttering bread rolls. “My sources say that almost all the chemicals have been found by official and unofficial searchers. What the bushwalking clubs have uncovered has been amazing. The government don’t want to let on yet so the terrorists think they still have some chips to play with.”
“What about the Ocean King? That is still a huge threat. Probably the worst. If that oil gets out it will be a disaster and if they set it on fire…”
The general put a plump Spanish Chorizo sausage into roll and liberally sprinkled fresh chopped chillies on top and took a satisfying bite. He shrugged and said through a mouth full of sausage roll. “I am sure the navy clearance boys will be up to that job. It is what they were trained for and you should know what they are capable of Lundyn, you were trained there yourself.” He regarded both men through his owl like glasses. “There is a team of international oil spill experts standing by. They have several contingencies up their sleeve and each one is a minimum environment risk. There will be oil lost, that probably can’t be helped but it will not be as big a catastrophe as the media make it”
“What about the top dog? What about the guy that organised all this?” Lundyn waved his arm to encircle the smoke filled sky. “This guy has been getting away with this for years.”
Roscoe had been quietly and efficiently demolishing his share of the sausage buns, also liberally sprinkled with chilli. “Ramid Ben-Artim” he said through a huge mouthful, holding one huge paw in an international gesture that suggested the tight squeezing of someone’s genitals. “Boy if I could get my hands on him.”
“That is what I want to talk about with you guys. I reckon we can go after him!” The general was wiping his lips with a tea towel. “I have news that he is not on the Ocean king. He has hired a fast game fishing boat and is sending his messages from that. Moving from location to location, not ever too far from the Ocean King, but keeping himself out of the way.”
Lundyn stood up from his seat behind the wooden steering wheel of his ketch. “Are you suggesting that we set up a surgical removal of this guy? Can we do it?” Lundyn casually waved his hand to encompass the three friends. “We don’t have the resources of the official government agencies.”
The general nodded and smiled, he tapped his forefinger to his head. “No we don’t have the resources, but we have our brains and our brawn. Now listen in”
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