JonDLundyn Parker #2 24/2
June 16th 2007 08:54
Reports from skippers on Des Rawlings ANSWERS program had put Ramid’s RIB About two hundred miles ahead of them. He was approaching the Torres Straight, one of the most difficult areas of the oceans to navigate, due to strong tides and rip currents. It was obvious to Lundyn that the terrorist was down to his last escape plan. He was trying to leave the country by boat and he had no other plan in place till he could get into friendly territory. Nowhere on the Australian mainland would suit so perhaps one of the Torres Straight Islands or even Indonesian controlled New Guinea or Irian Jaya as it was known. (Lundyn had a passion for calling countries by their original names so it was still West New Guinea to him). He was searching the data base of the C-Map for locations that would suit Ramid. He discounted most of the islands and was more and more convinced that New Guinea would be the destination. Up one of the coastal rivers then strike inland where he could hide amongst the mainly Islamic new settlers that were now farming the areas that the Indonesian government had set aside. (After moving off the indigenous native farmers.)
Ann was preparing coffee from a percolator in the galley, she had laid out a platter of crab and mayonnaise sandwiches and cold asparagus spears with a warm dill butter sauce. Lundyn was chewing his second sandwich when he was alerted to an email arriving from Des Rawlings. He and Des had agreed not to use radios that could be monitored by the Australian military. The brass would be kept out of this surgical strike. Ramid was not going to be captured and tried for his crimes. Something that the Government of Australia would have to do, should they succeed in catching up with Ramid. They were of course trying and getting close. They had the help of satellite surveillance from the US and also their own cost watch aircraft. High speed Navy patrol boats could intercept the RIB once contact was made. It was however difficult to get a fix on the RIB as it was acting as part of the huge recreational fleet of boats in the area. Once in the straits this would change as traffic density lessened. The RIB would stand out like a sore thumb amongst the native island craft and the commercial fishing fleets.
Lundyn read Des’ email and expanded the chart on the plotter to open on to the top of Australia, the tip of Cape York. His cursor moved to a point where he could stab in the latitude and longitude of the last sighting. He chewed his lip as he tried to imagine what his quarry was thinking. Where was he heading? What plans had he made? Was he just running or was there a distinct plan? Retracing the route he had followed after escaping from Roscoe and the General he could read the route leading directly north. Occasional stops for re-fuelling and sleeping could be traced on the chart. Des had warned all his members off interfering. ‘Report sightings only’ was the word. Ramid was armed and very dangerous. Plotting in
Mother Belle’s best speed and track, he could envisage catching the RIB within a fifty nautical mile radius of the tip of Cape York. This was the very last point of mainland Australia. Somewhere amongst the small islands and dangerous reefs and roaring rip tides of this part of the world, Ramid would take his last breath. By habit, Lundyn reached over and picked up his Rugger Vaqueros. He had never actually shot anyone with these. They were very accurate and deadly weapons and just pointing them made most people quake and give up the struggle. Ramid would be different. Lundyn planned to face him fully armed with the revolvers, his Swedish fighting knife and at least an Uzzi machine pistol. Somehow he had to stop the RIB and at this stage he had no idea how to do it. He did not have his grenade launchers.
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Ann was preparing coffee from a percolator in the galley, she had laid out a platter of crab and mayonnaise sandwiches and cold asparagus spears with a warm dill butter sauce. Lundyn was chewing his second sandwich when he was alerted to an email arriving from Des Rawlings. He and Des had agreed not to use radios that could be monitored by the Australian military. The brass would be kept out of this surgical strike. Ramid was not going to be captured and tried for his crimes. Something that the Government of Australia would have to do, should they succeed in catching up with Ramid. They were of course trying and getting close. They had the help of satellite surveillance from the US and also their own cost watch aircraft. High speed Navy patrol boats could intercept the RIB once contact was made. It was however difficult to get a fix on the RIB as it was acting as part of the huge recreational fleet of boats in the area. Once in the straits this would change as traffic density lessened. The RIB would stand out like a sore thumb amongst the native island craft and the commercial fishing fleets.
Lundyn read Des’ email and expanded the chart on the plotter to open on to the top of Australia, the tip of Cape York. His cursor moved to a point where he could stab in the latitude and longitude of the last sighting. He chewed his lip as he tried to imagine what his quarry was thinking. Where was he heading? What plans had he made? Was he just running or was there a distinct plan? Retracing the route he had followed after escaping from Roscoe and the General he could read the route leading directly north. Occasional stops for re-fuelling and sleeping could be traced on the chart. Des had warned all his members off interfering. ‘Report sightings only’ was the word. Ramid was armed and very dangerous. Plotting in
Mother Belle’s best speed and track, he could envisage catching the RIB within a fifty nautical mile radius of the tip of Cape York. This was the very last point of mainland Australia. Somewhere amongst the small islands and dangerous reefs and roaring rip tides of this part of the world, Ramid would take his last breath. By habit, Lundyn reached over and picked up his Rugger Vaqueros. He had never actually shot anyone with these. They were very accurate and deadly weapons and just pointing them made most people quake and give up the struggle. Ramid would be different. Lundyn planned to face him fully armed with the revolvers, his Swedish fighting knife and at least an Uzzi machine pistol. Somehow he had to stop the RIB and at this stage he had no idea how to do it. He did not have his grenade launchers.
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