JonDLundyn Parker 2 #8
February 9th 2007 02:42
Chapter 8
Faz-al was leaning back in the rich leather upholstery of the chartered Beechcraft Baron. He had unbuckled his seatbelt and walked to the bar fridge to help himself to a bottle of iced water as soon as the aircraft levelled off from Williamstown. Now he was sitting sipping water watching the ocean. Under the belly of the plane a long egg shaped attachment dangled wires in the slipstream. He heard the pilot over the intercom say they were no approaching Port Stephens. He felt the plane come lower and then slowly bank over the entrance to the bay.
Looking out over the bay Faz-al could see many tourist ferries crowded with holiday makers. They were cruising around a pod of whales and some that were on their way out through the heads of the bay were being accompanied by pods of dolphins. He clicked a button on his laptop console and started his video camera. The camera was set on high resolution and focused automatically with Faz-al only needing to adjust the zoom and anti glare to allow for the water. Grinning wickedly to himself he then reached out to the seat beside him where he had the controls of the star wars style anti sub sonar stolen from the U.S. in Hawaii just recently. He set the controls to search, then adjusted the gain. Looking from his window at first everything looked normal below. Then he could see agitation amongst the dolphins. They were swimming heads in the air, leaping and hardly sinking into the water at all. The whale too, were leaping and breaching and tourist ferries were scurrying away from the scene of huge whales breaching and soaring through the air in a reckless macabre dance.
The animals were in panic, stricken by the ultra high frequency of the secret sub search sonar. They were in huge pain and tried hard to take comfort from their fellow pod members but each was as stricken as the next. The huge whales turned and headed for Broughton Island and started throwing themselves onto the sand an shingle beach, trying to avoid the sonar waves that were sending their senses mad. The dolphins too, were swarming. Many more had joined the original two small pods that had been leading the tourists boats out of the bay and all were beating at the water and shaking their glistening bodies in pain.
The video camera taped on. It took in all the horror of the scene below. Faz-al’s pilot cruised slowly over the scene at less than five hundred feet to give the camera every opportunity to capture the mayhem. Faz-al had turned the gain and seek to maximum and by concentrating particularly on the antics of the huge bull whales he could fine tune the controls to give what must be sheer agony to the animals. Then he switched off the set and the camera and into the intercom he said “enough, take us to Coffs Harbour.”
On his way to Coffs Harbour Faz-al edited the video tape on his laptop computer and then adjusted the file size and sent copies to each of the major television and newspaper offices in the country. He also sent it to news wire services that would in turn make the tape available to other services around the world. Under the video pictures he had typed in five different languages the demands of his group from the Australian government. Twenty Billion dollars and withdrawal of troops from all theatres of war. He leaned back smoking a long this cigarillo. He was pleased with what he had achieved, strong demands, lots of pain but no loss of human life. Not even the threat! It would hurt the population to look at the tapes. They were becoming accustomed to seeing the dead and dying in bomb blasts in the streets. This was different, indignation would lead to fear as people realised that the whole population of whales and dolphins throughout the world would be at risk. Did they love their slippery animals more than themselves? He grinned to himself as the seat belt sign came on ready for the landing.
Faz-al was leaning back in the rich leather upholstery of the chartered Beechcraft Baron. He had unbuckled his seatbelt and walked to the bar fridge to help himself to a bottle of iced water as soon as the aircraft levelled off from Williamstown. Now he was sitting sipping water watching the ocean. Under the belly of the plane a long egg shaped attachment dangled wires in the slipstream. He heard the pilot over the intercom say they were no approaching Port Stephens. He felt the plane come lower and then slowly bank over the entrance to the bay.
Looking out over the bay Faz-al could see many tourist ferries crowded with holiday makers. They were cruising around a pod of whales and some that were on their way out through the heads of the bay were being accompanied by pods of dolphins. He clicked a button on his laptop console and started his video camera. The camera was set on high resolution and focused automatically with Faz-al only needing to adjust the zoom and anti glare to allow for the water. Grinning wickedly to himself he then reached out to the seat beside him where he had the controls of the star wars style anti sub sonar stolen from the U.S. in Hawaii just recently. He set the controls to search, then adjusted the gain. Looking from his window at first everything looked normal below. Then he could see agitation amongst the dolphins. They were swimming heads in the air, leaping and hardly sinking into the water at all. The whale too, were leaping and breaching and tourist ferries were scurrying away from the scene of huge whales breaching and soaring through the air in a reckless macabre dance.
The animals were in panic, stricken by the ultra high frequency of the secret sub search sonar. They were in huge pain and tried hard to take comfort from their fellow pod members but each was as stricken as the next. The huge whales turned and headed for Broughton Island and started throwing themselves onto the sand an shingle beach, trying to avoid the sonar waves that were sending their senses mad. The dolphins too, were swarming. Many more had joined the original two small pods that had been leading the tourists boats out of the bay and all were beating at the water and shaking their glistening bodies in pain.
The video camera taped on. It took in all the horror of the scene below. Faz-al’s pilot cruised slowly over the scene at less than five hundred feet to give the camera every opportunity to capture the mayhem. Faz-al had turned the gain and seek to maximum and by concentrating particularly on the antics of the huge bull whales he could fine tune the controls to give what must be sheer agony to the animals. Then he switched off the set and the camera and into the intercom he said “enough, take us to Coffs Harbour.”
On his way to Coffs Harbour Faz-al edited the video tape on his laptop computer and then adjusted the file size and sent copies to each of the major television and newspaper offices in the country. He also sent it to news wire services that would in turn make the tape available to other services around the world. Under the video pictures he had typed in five different languages the demands of his group from the Australian government. Twenty Billion dollars and withdrawal of troops from all theatres of war. He leaned back smoking a long this cigarillo. He was pleased with what he had achieved, strong demands, lots of pain but no loss of human life. Not even the threat! It would hurt the population to look at the tapes. They were becoming accustomed to seeing the dead and dying in bomb blasts in the streets. This was different, indignation would lead to fear as people realised that the whole population of whales and dolphins throughout the world would be at risk. Did they love their slippery animals more than themselves? He grinned to himself as the seat belt sign came on ready for the landing.
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