JonDLundyn Parker 2 #8
February 11th 2007 02:42
Chapter 9
Lundyn Parker, his life time pal Roscoe Tanner and their mentor, life coach and buddy “the general” were sprawled across two wooden forms of the general’s boxing gymnasium. They each had a plastic bottle of iced water and the two younger men were gulping with their heads thrown back to increase the openings to their throats.
“Steady, steady” laughed the general, “you need to re-hydrate not get drunk!”
The men slowed down and removed the bottles and held them up in salute to the general. Both were still in their boxing togs and sneakers, wearing oversized practice gloves. The general had removed their padded helmets so they could talk and drink water.
“I need to talk to you coves in private. I have had word from some of my mates in the Asian security forces about some trouble that could be brewing. Nothing specific but some big name terrorist suspects have suddenly disappeared. They are probably up to no good and ASIO has been given a signal.”
“You think we could get some work out of it? We don’t do private stuff and we aren’t personally threatened,” said Roscoe hawking up tobacco spit and aiming it at a pot in the corner.
“I’ll tell you more at lunch.” With a quick nod of his head the general was back in to the ring to coach a couple of middle aged beer bellied business men who were pounding leather against each other in stoic solid punches.
The two friends headed for the showers. The eyes of most of the guys in training watched the two out of site. They were an inspiration to nearly all of the boxers in the old dilapidated gym. Pugilists both with bare knuckle and boxing gloves they also practised several ancient martial arts and Lundyn with his R.A.N. clearance diver training was adept also with many other instruments of death. Though these days he was happiest diving for as an underwater insurance assessor, sailing his ketch, cooking or fishing. Roscoes huge arms, biceps and fists were the fear of all punks at his pub. Although still a reasonably heavy smoker of roll your own cigarettes his fitness regime in the ring and the pool kept him breathing like a true athlete. From the shower the men were heading for a lake-side Thai restaurant.
To date there was over one hundred fires burning in New South Wales, sixty in Queensland and fifty each in South Australia and Victoria. Nasser was in his element with his laptop and mobile phone clicking away almost at random. However there was a well thought out plan. Years in the planning and setting up stages it was now all falling into place. He was only waiting for the right wind conditions in Tasmania, Western Australia, the Northern Territory and A.C.T. and then he would have the whole continent ablaze.
Fire fighters had arrived from New Zealand, Canada and the west coast of the USA to assist and all rural fire brigades, emergency service personnel, state emergency services as well as regular fire brigades and police had all leave cancelled. The army was standing by though not actually required yet. Volunteers were at all fire sites dishing out cups of tea as well as sandwiches, pies and home cooked cakes. This was a big year of fires but the population were hardened to fire in the driest continent on the planet. So far they were taking it in their stride. The only thing that was missing was the claim in news bulletins that fires were being lit on purpose. This had been the case a week earlier but for now there was a voluntary news blackout on any mention of arson.
Lundyn Parker, his life time pal Roscoe Tanner and their mentor, life coach and buddy “the general” were sprawled across two wooden forms of the general’s boxing gymnasium. They each had a plastic bottle of iced water and the two younger men were gulping with their heads thrown back to increase the openings to their throats.
“Steady, steady” laughed the general, “you need to re-hydrate not get drunk!”
The men slowed down and removed the bottles and held them up in salute to the general. Both were still in their boxing togs and sneakers, wearing oversized practice gloves. The general had removed their padded helmets so they could talk and drink water.
“You think we could get some work out of it? We don’t do private stuff and we aren’t personally threatened,” said Roscoe hawking up tobacco spit and aiming it at a pot in the corner.
“I’ll tell you more at lunch.” With a quick nod of his head the general was back in to the ring to coach a couple of middle aged beer bellied business men who were pounding leather against each other in stoic solid punches.
The two friends headed for the showers. The eyes of most of the guys in training watched the two out of site. They were an inspiration to nearly all of the boxers in the old dilapidated gym. Pugilists both with bare knuckle and boxing gloves they also practised several ancient martial arts and Lundyn with his R.A.N. clearance diver training was adept also with many other instruments of death. Though these days he was happiest diving for as an underwater insurance assessor, sailing his ketch, cooking or fishing. Roscoes huge arms, biceps and fists were the fear of all punks at his pub. Although still a reasonably heavy smoker of roll your own cigarettes his fitness regime in the ring and the pool kept him breathing like a true athlete. From the shower the men were heading for a lake-side Thai restaurant.
To date there was over one hundred fires burning in New South Wales, sixty in Queensland and fifty each in South Australia and Victoria. Nasser was in his element with his laptop and mobile phone clicking away almost at random. However there was a well thought out plan. Years in the planning and setting up stages it was now all falling into place. He was only waiting for the right wind conditions in Tasmania, Western Australia, the Northern Territory and A.C.T. and then he would have the whole continent ablaze.
Fire fighters had arrived from New Zealand, Canada and the west coast of the USA to assist and all rural fire brigades, emergency service personnel, state emergency services as well as regular fire brigades and police had all leave cancelled. The army was standing by though not actually required yet. Volunteers were at all fire sites dishing out cups of tea as well as sandwiches, pies and home cooked cakes. This was a big year of fires but the population were hardened to fire in the driest continent on the planet. So far they were taking it in their stride. The only thing that was missing was the claim in news bulletins that fires were being lit on purpose. This had been the case a week earlier but for now there was a voluntary news blackout on any mention of arson.
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