JonDlundyn Parker adventure #3 -2
November 14th 2006 03:25
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Lundyn’s fears were not ill founded. His friends at the immigration department had identified three of the upturned faces he had photographed. Nothing appeared sinister in their names or reasons for visiting Australia. However they had all arrived from Thailand on consecutive flights. All within 24 hours of each other and they had gathered on the mysterious cruiser on Lake Macquarie. Now that was sinister! In his typical manner, Lundyn decided that it was not time to back away. He was, with Roscoe and the General, an avid follower of the exploits and philosophies of Miyamoto Musashi, a seventeenth century Japanese Samurai. He had fought over three hundred duels and in many wars, against highly uneven odds, and never lost a duel or battle. His prime attack was to plan and use the enemy’s weakness and his own strength, skill, timing and surprise to be invincible. In his last duel, the samurai had defeated a swordsman by clubbing him to death using the oar of a boat. These men were somehow after Roscoe and himself due to the missing money and drugs. They were coming after them. He called Roscoe and told him his plan. The mystery cruiser was tied up at Black Point Marina in the Swansea Channel. This channel had extremely fast tides due to its narrow nature and the amount of water it must flush each six hours. They would anchor his boat opposite the cruiser and wait. Take the fight to the opponent no backing away but on their own home turf using their own rules.
The cruiser, a limited edition Mustang 5800, was moored stern to at the marina. Lundyn and Roscoe anchored the ketch side on to the tide with a stern and two bow anchors. She held steady with the anchors but a great wash of water swirled at her sides. It was not long before some activity was seen on the cruiser. Faces appeared at the cabin windows and two people were talking and gesticulating on the bridge. Roscoe and Lundyn had made themselves obvious enough by sitting on the fore deck each dressed in just a pair of shorts, seemingly sunning themselves, peeling prawns that they produced from out of a rolled up paper parcel and popping them into their mouths. Casually they threw the spent shells over the side and watched the tide swirl away the debris and occasionally the fin of a fat bream would break the water as it attacked this free meal.
Lundyn was intent on the faces of the men on the bridge. One he recognised now as having been off this very ketch when he had first boarded it with the navy squad looking for illegals. The other was a name on a piece of paper pulled off his computer. The faces in the cabin windows were too hard to see. As slack water approached Lundyn turned on his forward-looking fish finder. Its sonar beams detecting any schools of fish ahead of the boat. Larger fish were actually recognised by species and an inbuilt memory flashed the species on the screen. What it had not been programmed to memorise was the shape of a scuba diver making his way toward the ketch across the bottom in about 9 metres of water. It did how ever register a long shape at that depth swimming slowly. During the run in tide the water had been running too fast for anyone to make an approach, but now for someone, it was an easy underwater swim. It was what the men had counted on.
Lundyn kitted up in his snorkelling gear and quickly and with no sound or as much as a ripple slipped off the ketch into the water. He carried his dive knife strapped to his calf and a short lethal looking hi-powered spear gun. The gun was propelled with high-pressure air and could fire two viciously barbed spears in under a second. By leaving from the rear of the ketch on his rope-boarding ladder his departure was not visible to the men on the cruiser. Besides there was nothing they could do now, it was out of their hands. Lundyn Parker had been a highly trained Royal Australian Navy clearance diver. He was an expert in all manner of weapons and their disarmament. He was highly skilled in unarmed combat and his natural ability in stealthy movement made him one of the most lethal of adversaries. Ho Sin Lee’s hit squad had not enough knowledge of their opponent.
Lundyn approached his prey (for this is what the diver moving across the bottom had become) from behind and slightly up stream. He was also about 8 metres above him. Watching through the gin clear water of the channel Lundyn saw that the diver carried an explosive device. It was of Iranian origin. A small anti tank mine. The YM-111 it carried a high explosive charge of 5.5 kilograms. Normally it was set under ground requiring plenty of weight to blow it up. Obviously this mine had been ‘doctored’ to be set off in another way. It was being carried in a net bag and it was shrink wrapped in clear plastic to protect it from the salt water. Lundyn sank his body by expelling his air and finned silently toward the intruder. It was a deep free dive for most people and even for Lundyn. He depressurised his ears on the way down and snatched the trailing secondary mouthpiece of the diver and jammed it into his mouth. At the same instant his dive knife slashed the hose providing air to the diver’s mouthpiece. As the diver expertly rolled away from his attacker he felt for his spare air supply. It was then as he gulped on his useless regulator in growing panic, that he saw the deadly spear gun pointing into his mask and realised that his enemy had his only working supply of air.
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