JonDLundyn Parker #2 24/3
June 17th 2007 08:54
Ramid was badly burnt by the sun. He was also suffering some dehydration though he had plenty of water on board. He was just not taking the time to stop and refresh himself. He was ploughing through the water at the RIBs top speed of around forty five knots. Just recently the speed had dropped a little and the engine was coughing occasionally. He
Put it down to bad fuel and pounded on. In the rigid centre console of the RIB he had a small chart plotter interfaced with a GPS and his position was good as far as he was concerned. Some time tomorrow morning he would have passed through Australian territorial waters and be in Indonesian controlled seas. There he could finally switch on his radio and call for assistance. For the moment he was afraid to use the radio and his mobile phone. He knew ASIO and the Royal Australian Navy were searching for him and twice he had been circled by coastal patrol planes which had dipped their wings and flown off as he waved his hat gaily toward them. He had fooled them so far, it would not last long. He had both his Kalishnakofs loaded and spare magazines ready. He would not be taken but he was positive that his escape was almost in the bag.
Ramid had finally succumbed to sleep. His RIB was tied to a palm tree on a remote offshore island. He was stretched out on the solid glass reinforced floor with a towel over his face for protection from the sun. Had he not been trying to protect himself from the sun he would have noticed the shadow cast over his boat by the dirigible. It had approached him in battery powered mode and now hovered less than fifty metres in the air, only twenty five metres from his boat. A long steel wire ladder hung from its belly and making his way down was Lundyn Parker. Lundyn had dressed in a military style jacket under which he wore light body armour. He was wearing a wide webbing belt to which his fighting knife in a sheath and both his revolvers in water proof holsters. His Uzzi was draped around his neck with a band and he held it by the pistol grip.
A change it the pattern of the breeze, or the ripple of waves bought Ramid instantly awake. Years of living off his wits, deprivation in slum cities as a child had tuned his senses. Though out of his natural element out here on the Australian coast, he had not lost his animal senses. His hand reached out and closed around his carbine. Moving slowly he let the towel drop from his face and he peered over the side of the RIB. He was shocked at first to see the towering envelope of the dirigible floating in the air above him. Then in an instance his eyes focused on the man descending the ladder. Without pausing for thought, he squeezed off half a magazine, dropping the man into the water. He reached out and sliced the rope holding his boat to shore and as he was firing up the engines he squeezed off the rest of the magazine at the envelope of the dirigible. Not pausing to see the effect he gunned the engines mercilessly and headed out to sea and north.
Put it down to bad fuel and pounded on. In the rigid centre console of the RIB he had a small chart plotter interfaced with a GPS and his position was good as far as he was concerned. Some time tomorrow morning he would have passed through Australian territorial waters and be in Indonesian controlled seas. There he could finally switch on his radio and call for assistance. For the moment he was afraid to use the radio and his mobile phone. He knew ASIO and the Royal Australian Navy were searching for him and twice he had been circled by coastal patrol planes which had dipped their wings and flown off as he waved his hat gaily toward them. He had fooled them so far, it would not last long. He had both his Kalishnakofs loaded and spare magazines ready. He would not be taken but he was positive that his escape was almost in the bag.
Ramid had finally succumbed to sleep. His RIB was tied to a palm tree on a remote offshore island. He was stretched out on the solid glass reinforced floor with a towel over his face for protection from the sun. Had he not been trying to protect himself from the sun he would have noticed the shadow cast over his boat by the dirigible. It had approached him in battery powered mode and now hovered less than fifty metres in the air, only twenty five metres from his boat. A long steel wire ladder hung from its belly and making his way down was Lundyn Parker. Lundyn had dressed in a military style jacket under which he wore light body armour. He was wearing a wide webbing belt to which his fighting knife in a sheath and both his revolvers in water proof holsters. His Uzzi was draped around his neck with a band and he held it by the pistol grip.
A change it the pattern of the breeze, or the ripple of waves bought Ramid instantly awake. Years of living off his wits, deprivation in slum cities as a child had tuned his senses. Though out of his natural element out here on the Australian coast, he had not lost his animal senses. His hand reached out and closed around his carbine. Moving slowly he let the towel drop from his face and he peered over the side of the RIB. He was shocked at first to see the towering envelope of the dirigible floating in the air above him. Then in an instance his eyes focused on the man descending the ladder. Without pausing for thought, he squeezed off half a magazine, dropping the man into the water. He reached out and sliced the rope holding his boat to shore and as he was firing up the engines he squeezed off the rest of the magazine at the envelope of the dirigible. Not pausing to see the effect he gunned the engines mercilessly and headed out to sea and north.
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Comment by tom
I am old fashioned in what I like and some of this stuff is just to in your face. I like a lot of the new music but so much of it escapes onto the air waves without the band having any talent at all. They have a "precence" and that is accepted as entertainment enough. Great for those that enjoy that, me, I will stick with fun & talent. Good luck mate and thanks for dropping by.
Cheers
Tom