JonDlundyn Parker adventure # 5 cont
November 20th 2006 19:57
At the dive site Lundyn was now geared up to go down and the motor driving the compressor, running the hooka system, was purring as only such a compressor could. The dive flag was up and the boarding ladder was down. Roscoe looked slowly around their dive site and quizzically asked Lundyn, “Isn’t this where the bad guys went down?”
“Roger to that.” replied Lundyn. “Can you believe our luck? The insurance company wants us to check out the site. Not because of suspicion of fraud but because the boat sank and nobody wants to collect insurance. Now that does make them suspicious. The captain and a crewman survived when it went down. They floated off in a life raft, which automatically set off its epirb telling Australian Sea Search and Rescue that they were in trouble. They were picked up with in three hours and so it was easy to work out from the tides where the boat would have sank.” Roscoe nodded his head sagely and drew hard on the roll up cigarette he was holding. The smoke wafted off in the sea breeze and Karen looked questioningly at the two men.
“Why do I get the idea that this is unfinished business and that it involves me?”
“Must be female intuition,” replied Lundyn, smiling widely at her as he placed the mouthpiece and entered the ocean.
Below the surface Lundyn took stock. He had his Seamaster Pro Ex under water camera and a Nikon cool pixs 5000 in a special housing he was trying out. Both came with lenses that he could change under water. The Nikon was as close as you could get to an SLR camera in digital form. He could also take brief video clips with this camera. His Morini dive knife was belted to his right leg and the hose of his hooka was trailing away behind him as he descended. He was only diving around twenty to twenty five metres and he had pretty good visibility. It did not take long to locate the parts of the wrecked Mustang cruiser. The information had been pretty accurate. He was only about a 100 metres from where they had anchored. He took some wide-angle shots to show how the wreck was sitting. He used both cameras to do this. The wreck was almost in two distinct pieces though the bow had not entirely split when the exploding mine had ripped into the stern. Lundyn thought that probably the engines had taken a lot of the concussion. There was as yet no growth on the wreck. It had only been down about a week. He moved closer to the stern and took close up photos of the explosion entry hole. It was easy to see that it was an outside force that had wrecked the vessel. There was nothing around that would link the explosion to him or Roscoe. The anti tank mine had done its job. Moving carefully inside the hull he managed to get some shots of the cabins and the controls on the interior bridge. It was on the external bridge that he found the armaments that were meant to finish him and Roscoe off.
The two Heckler & Koch MP-5 9 mm machine guns were still attached to the inside coaming of the boat. There were magazines attached to the guns and spare magazines were clipped neatly in place beside them. There was an aluminium box on the floor with writing stencilled on the outside showing they were grenades from Yugoslavia. He took photos of the outside bridge but purposely made the weapons hard to identify in the pictures. On his Nikon, however, he set the timing for ten seconds and with the video set he moved into the picture with the weapons clearly also in the picture. He slowly and purposefully raised his two fingers in the time honoured ‘up yours’ salute and grinned widely for the camera with his mouthpiece out. There were no bodies in any of the cabins, which was not unusual in a wreck like this. Most of the crew were helping get the assassin on board and would have been blown to smithereens. The captain and the crewman who survived would have been on the bridge deck. Thrown into the water they would have only had a short swim to the life raft that had been blown off its cradle on the deck. It was a pity, as he did not like the idea of a loose end. Not that he found killing the men on this vessel a joy. It was life and death and he could have just as easily been blown up on his ketch to become shark bait. It was only his plan of taking the fight to the enemy that had put them off guard enough to attempt the foolish mining of the boat. He finished off his roll of film and signalled to Roscoe that he was ascending. It was at this point that he saw a faint glimmer of an object on the deck. He moved in close and saw it was the metal corner of a man’s hand tooled leather wallet.
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Back on deck of the launch Lundyn stripped down and towelled off. He had his back to Karen and she eyed off his hard muscled body with the battle scars on his back. She did not mean to ogle at his legs and slim hips but his being naked was just too good of an opportunity. Lundyn was not parading himself. There was simply no way he could take off his gear and get changed with out her seeing him. To be modest he had simply turned his back to her. Not that Lundyn was a totally modest man himself but he thought he knew when decorum should be shown. He had little idea of the effect he was having on Karen but he did suspect she was getting herself an eyeful. Dressed and all his gear neatly stowed ready for a fresh water hose down he nodded to Roscoe to start the Yanmar and head the launch back to the lake. The sea was starting to rise as the wind from the southeast was freshening.
Lundyn opened the wallet he had found as the launch rolled and pitched back towards the Swansea Bar. There were credit cards belonging to a Fong Sin Lee. There were business cards that he would review later and about twenty hundred dollar bills as well as about a hundred dollars in smaller notes. There was a photo of Lundyn taken about two years ago he reckoned. He put everything back into the wallet, refolded it and threw it casually amongst his scuba gear. Then he ducked down below and put on the hot water for the green tea he was going to offer the rest of the crew.
“Roger to that.” replied Lundyn. “Can you believe our luck? The insurance company wants us to check out the site. Not because of suspicion of fraud but because the boat sank and nobody wants to collect insurance. Now that does make them suspicious. The captain and a crewman survived when it went down. They floated off in a life raft, which automatically set off its epirb telling Australian Sea Search and Rescue that they were in trouble. They were picked up with in three hours and so it was easy to work out from the tides where the boat would have sank.” Roscoe nodded his head sagely and drew hard on the roll up cigarette he was holding. The smoke wafted off in the sea breeze and Karen looked questioningly at the two men.
“Must be female intuition,” replied Lundyn, smiling widely at her as he placed the mouthpiece and entered the ocean.
Below the surface Lundyn took stock. He had his Seamaster Pro Ex under water camera and a Nikon cool pixs 5000 in a special housing he was trying out. Both came with lenses that he could change under water. The Nikon was as close as you could get to an SLR camera in digital form. He could also take brief video clips with this camera. His Morini dive knife was belted to his right leg and the hose of his hooka was trailing away behind him as he descended. He was only diving around twenty to twenty five metres and he had pretty good visibility. It did not take long to locate the parts of the wrecked Mustang cruiser. The information had been pretty accurate. He was only about a 100 metres from where they had anchored. He took some wide-angle shots to show how the wreck was sitting. He used both cameras to do this. The wreck was almost in two distinct pieces though the bow had not entirely split when the exploding mine had ripped into the stern. Lundyn thought that probably the engines had taken a lot of the concussion. There was as yet no growth on the wreck. It had only been down about a week. He moved closer to the stern and took close up photos of the explosion entry hole. It was easy to see that it was an outside force that had wrecked the vessel. There was nothing around that would link the explosion to him or Roscoe. The anti tank mine had done its job. Moving carefully inside the hull he managed to get some shots of the cabins and the controls on the interior bridge. It was on the external bridge that he found the armaments that were meant to finish him and Roscoe off.
The two Heckler & Koch MP-5 9 mm machine guns were still attached to the inside coaming of the boat. There were magazines attached to the guns and spare magazines were clipped neatly in place beside them. There was an aluminium box on the floor with writing stencilled on the outside showing they were grenades from Yugoslavia. He took photos of the outside bridge but purposely made the weapons hard to identify in the pictures. On his Nikon, however, he set the timing for ten seconds and with the video set he moved into the picture with the weapons clearly also in the picture. He slowly and purposefully raised his two fingers in the time honoured ‘up yours’ salute and grinned widely for the camera with his mouthpiece out. There were no bodies in any of the cabins, which was not unusual in a wreck like this. Most of the crew were helping get the assassin on board and would have been blown to smithereens. The captain and the crewman who survived would have been on the bridge deck. Thrown into the water they would have only had a short swim to the life raft that had been blown off its cradle on the deck. It was a pity, as he did not like the idea of a loose end. Not that he found killing the men on this vessel a joy. It was life and death and he could have just as easily been blown up on his ketch to become shark bait. It was only his plan of taking the fight to the enemy that had put them off guard enough to attempt the foolish mining of the boat. He finished off his roll of film and signalled to Roscoe that he was ascending. It was at this point that he saw a faint glimmer of an object on the deck. He moved in close and saw it was the metal corner of a man’s hand tooled leather wallet.

Back on deck of the launch Lundyn stripped down and towelled off. He had his back to Karen and she eyed off his hard muscled body with the battle scars on his back. She did not mean to ogle at his legs and slim hips but his being naked was just too good of an opportunity. Lundyn was not parading himself. There was simply no way he could take off his gear and get changed with out her seeing him. To be modest he had simply turned his back to her. Not that Lundyn was a totally modest man himself but he thought he knew when decorum should be shown. He had little idea of the effect he was having on Karen but he did suspect she was getting herself an eyeful. Dressed and all his gear neatly stowed ready for a fresh water hose down he nodded to Roscoe to start the Yanmar and head the launch back to the lake. The sea was starting to rise as the wind from the southeast was freshening.
Lundyn opened the wallet he had found as the launch rolled and pitched back towards the Swansea Bar. There were credit cards belonging to a Fong Sin Lee. There were business cards that he would review later and about twenty hundred dollar bills as well as about a hundred dollars in smaller notes. There was a photo of Lundyn taken about two years ago he reckoned. He put everything back into the wallet, refolded it and threw it casually amongst his scuba gear. Then he ducked down below and put on the hot water for the green tea he was going to offer the rest of the crew.
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