JonDlundyn Parker adventure # 10 - 3
December 9th 2006 19:50
Lundyn had flown to his ketch and taken off his weapons. He had arranged for an old Estonian sea captain called Toomas to take his ketch back to Darwin. Toomas lived by the lake near Lundyn and with his ancestry going back to the Vikings of Saaremaa in the Baltic Sea he had a good back ground for sailing ships. Lundyn trusted the long blond-haired portly captain to have his ship where he wanted when he wanted. Karen had arrived and was in the apartment at the resort waiting for the threesome to turn up. He half-heartedly tried to talk her out of coming. But after an hour of her bedroom charms he let her come along. The General and Roscoe would understand. The two of them flew back to Bangkok leaving Toomas, his long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, waving goodbye from under the mizzenmast. The first of his delivery crew of female back packers was beginning to arrive noted Lundyn as he banked slowly by the ketch. “That Toomas!” He mused and then turned to Karen to fill her in on what had happened. But she did not need to know about the holiday the men had been having he decided.
Sitting in Frank’s bar the four plus Frank were having a war council. The General’s contacts had let them know that Ho Sin Lee had escaped an attempt on his life and that his middle brother, his lieutenant, had been killed instead along with two guards. Ho Sin Lee had fled the house immediately on his return. He had paid off his housekeeper, emptied his safe and smashed his computer. However the computer was not beyond giving some information and the specialists were combing through the memory even now for hints of what had been his empire and what he was likely to be up to now. They assumed he would be travelling fast. The four could travel only as fast as the Seawind would travel but they were not tied by commercial timetables or even by landing fields. The little Seawind was capable of quite a lot. At 55% power it would cruise at 170 knots and use about 13 gallons of fuel per hour. That gave them a range of about 1400 sea miles in 10 hours with adequate safety margin on the fuel. Information was coming in and Lundyn kept typing into his satellite phone. It had a capacity to link to the World Wide Web and he still managed to pick up his emails. A small fold out keyboard made typing much faster.
“He’s been in Rangoon, Hanoi and is now due in Phnom Phen. He has used three different passports and could be picked up just for that but they are letting him run,” said Lundyn. “The General’s contacts are pretty good and he is trying to shake off any one following him that’s for sure.”
It was about four hours later when the four of them were settled into one of Frank’s veal pot roasts with whole onions, carrots and dill potato and a bottle of Hunter Valley Hermitage when Lundyn’s phone rang.
“He’s boarded a freighter heading for Singapore out of Ho Chin Min City in Vietnam. It’s expected to arrive in couple of days. They will track it by satellite.”
The rest of the day was taken up with filling out departure forms and preparing the Seawind for her next flight. When Lundyn had bought the Seawind kit from the States he and the builder, a local fibreglass boat builder on the lake, had modified the construction to include some hiding holes for Lundyn’s small arsenal. His Ruger pistols and knives were not a problem but the Yugo rifle and grenades were more difficult. It had to be pulled apart and hidden in five separate sections of the plane.
Sitting in Frank’s bar the four plus Frank were having a war council. The General’s contacts had let them know that Ho Sin Lee had escaped an attempt on his life and that his middle brother, his lieutenant, had been killed instead along with two guards. Ho Sin Lee had fled the house immediately on his return. He had paid off his housekeeper, emptied his safe and smashed his computer. However the computer was not beyond giving some information and the specialists were combing through the memory even now for hints of what had been his empire and what he was likely to be up to now. They assumed he would be travelling fast. The four could travel only as fast as the Seawind would travel but they were not tied by commercial timetables or even by landing fields. The little Seawind was capable of quite a lot. At 55% power it would cruise at 170 knots and use about 13 gallons of fuel per hour. That gave them a range of about 1400 sea miles in 10 hours with adequate safety margin on the fuel. Information was coming in and Lundyn kept typing into his satellite phone. It had a capacity to link to the World Wide Web and he still managed to pick up his emails. A small fold out keyboard made typing much faster.
“He’s been in Rangoon, Hanoi and is now due in Phnom Phen. He has used three different passports and could be picked up just for that but they are letting him run,” said Lundyn. “The General’s contacts are pretty good and he is trying to shake off any one following him that’s for sure.”
It was about four hours later when the four of them were settled into one of Frank’s veal pot roasts with whole onions, carrots and dill potato and a bottle of Hunter Valley Hermitage when Lundyn’s phone rang.
“He’s boarded a freighter heading for Singapore out of Ho Chin Min City in Vietnam. It’s expected to arrive in couple of days. They will track it by satellite.”
The rest of the day was taken up with filling out departure forms and preparing the Seawind for her next flight. When Lundyn had bought the Seawind kit from the States he and the builder, a local fibreglass boat builder on the lake, had modified the construction to include some hiding holes for Lundyn’s small arsenal. His Ruger pistols and knives were not a problem but the Yugo rifle and grenades were more difficult. It had to be pulled apart and hidden in five separate sections of the plane.
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