JonDLundyn 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.
“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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