JonDLundyn Parker 15/3
March 21st 2007 22:33
Chapter 16
Lundyn’s Seawind amphibian flew at ten thousand feet over the sea. Of the three men on board two were dozing as Lundyn, flying on auto pilot was cleaning his weapons on an oilskin spread across his lap. Usually if he was overseas, his weapons were broken up and concealed in the frame of his home built aircraft. Except for the rifles which he carried openly and declared at customs. But the grenades they launched and the launcher itself were usually well hidden. Here in Australia with little likelihood of being searched he was more open. There was the Rugger pistol, his Anderson fighting knives, air propelled spear guns, a small rocket launcher designed and built in the highlands controlled by the drug lords of Columbia. In all he was kitted as a small army. With his RAN clearance diver training he knew how to handle each piece as an expert and how to counter attack to the danger of each piece.
The men were not expecting to be in the thick of any trouble brewing from the ‘Ocean King’ and the terrorists holding her but they knew that just by being close by trouble would find them. They were renowned for sticking their noses in where they didn’t belong. The general of course, with his pals from the old days of communist insurgency in Malaya and Indonesia, kept on top of all the dirty business going on in Asia and the sub continent. Along with his pals he managed to trip up many a nasty incident before it became official government business. So they were unofficially tolerated
None of the three men needed to use any of the weapons to either protect themselves or to attack and kill an enemy. Each was master of several martial art forms, Roscoe and Lundyn were even capable of making it to world ranking in boxing and each was a specialist bare knuckle pugilist.
There was nothing short of marriage, kids and lawn mowing that scared them. The weapons were there to intimidate and ensure that they would emerge from any situation unscathed.
Lundyn’s Seawind amphibian flew at ten thousand feet over the sea. Of the three men on board two were dozing as Lundyn, flying on auto pilot was cleaning his weapons on an oilskin spread across his lap. Usually if he was overseas, his weapons were broken up and concealed in the frame of his home built aircraft. Except for the rifles which he carried openly and declared at customs. But the grenades they launched and the launcher itself were usually well hidden. Here in Australia with little likelihood of being searched he was more open. There was the Rugger pistol, his Anderson fighting knives, air propelled spear guns, a small rocket launcher designed and built in the highlands controlled by the drug lords of Columbia. In all he was kitted as a small army. With his RAN clearance diver training he knew how to handle each piece as an expert and how to counter attack to the danger of each piece.
The men were not expecting to be in the thick of any trouble brewing from the ‘Ocean King’ and the terrorists holding her but they knew that just by being close by trouble would find them. They were renowned for sticking their noses in where they didn’t belong. The general of course, with his pals from the old days of communist insurgency in Malaya and Indonesia, kept on top of all the dirty business going on in Asia and the sub continent. Along with his pals he managed to trip up many a nasty incident before it became official government business. So they were unofficially tolerated
None of the three men needed to use any of the weapons to either protect themselves or to attack and kill an enemy. Each was master of several martial art forms, Roscoe and Lundyn were even capable of making it to world ranking in boxing and each was a specialist bare knuckle pugilist.
There was nothing short of marriage, kids and lawn mowing that scared them. The weapons were there to intimidate and ensure that they would emerge from any situation unscathed.
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