A Test Of Australian Character – A Test Of
Time
Chapter 1B by Tobias Nixon
Chapter 1B by Tobias Nixon
No sooner had Davis Lockyer returned
to the grass and his corporate buddies than the police descended on him.
Inspector Ian Kramer was authoritarian and controlled in what he said,
“Mr Lockyer?”
“Yes”
“I understand you were present when
the helicopter crashed into the side of the building.”
“Yes”
“Crashed into the conference room that
you were sitting in?”
“Yes”
“Was there anyone else there with
you?”
“No”
“Well that is fortunate, but I’m
slightly confused, were you sitting near the door, however did you escape?”
“I was positioned near the door, by
chance I caught a glimpse of something coming towards the window, then instinct
just took over Detective.”
“hmmm, you are a very lucky young man,
just one last question.”
“Sure”
“We see your firm has declared
dealings with the Black Skulls”
“Yes, they have investment needs like
everyone else Detective. We provide excellent returns on our investment
products. Are you interested?”
Kramer laughed at him,
“Not on my salary mate, but listen I
don’t recommend Techred, Coutil and Banks do business with that scum.”
“Why ever not? They are the same as
all our other premium customers. They pay up front and have money to invest. We
have done extensive due diligence as you would expect when dealing with a bikie
gang with links to organised crime, and have never found any reason to believe
the equity they bring to the party is problematic.”
“Like I said Mr Lockyer, I don’t
recommend it.”
Detective Kramer left with a slightly
worried look on his face. He didn’t move far. Back to Davis he crunched over to
a cluster fuck of senior police who were “assessing” the devastation that had
erupted in one of the busiest blocks of the central business district.
Most
were senior officers, however one plainclothes guy caught his eye. The man was
casually dressed, his clothes were hard to distinguish. Come to think of it,
his face his body language he was almost blending into the scene before Davis’s
eyes. He had a cat like grace and seemed to at once be both standing at the shoulder
of Kramer, then in the next blink of the eye, be standing at the same shoulder
of Kramer’s commanding officer.
Just as Davis was looking away he felt
a draw in his eye, and looked back catching the shadowy figure looking directly
at him. The man smiled at him. Not in a particularly menacing way but not in a
way that could be in any way considered friendly either. Like an; “I see you
fucker, and I know who, what, you are.”
The company secretary had worked
tirelessly for the last twenty minutes to gather everybody around her boss the
CEO Michael Douglas Weyman. He now held court, and Davis moved over to stand at
the edge of the assembly.
“Guys! I’m proud of you. Today was an
extremely difficult day for us. Thanks to some fast thinking and a bit of luck,
everyone will be ok. I can’t ask you to go back in there..”
chuckles and outright laughter are
quickly replaced by more silence.
“The company has an offsite recovery
site so our server infrastructure is intact and failed over the moment the
techies cut the switch. You have all been given RSA tokens, so please head home
now and as of tomorrow continue your work from home. Please speak to your
managers before you leave. Thanks team!”
Time to bail, Davis said goodbye to
his team and started walking back towards Wynyard with Ronnie. The distance and
the walking seemed to help him think. He had made lots of money on the thinking
man’s walk through Martin Place. It had overtaken the hot shower in the morning
as the biggest gold mine of new ideas.
“I don’t know about you Davis, but I
don’t really want to go home right now..”
Said Ronnie, the long haired brunette
was tilting her head at him, letting the rays of sun glint magically from her
long shiny locks.
“There’s something special about you
Ronnie”
Davis started,
“But I don’t really feel like an all
night bender, off my chops crawling along Oxford Street at four in the
morning.”
He smiled realising how lame he
probably sounded to this hungry hot young lady.
“Not at all Davis, I didn’t mean
that...” She stopped talking and stepped in closer towards him.
“I’m..” he waited patiently, picked up
her right hand and held it.
“I’m a bit scared tbh, nothing like
this has ever happened to me before.” [pause]
“Can you come over for a bit?” Davis
just nodded, it had never been this easy before, especially not with someone as
drop dead gorgeous as Ronnie. Girls – what a fucken ongoing mystery he thought.
They swung by the DJs food mall on
Pitt street picking up an impressive array of things for dinner, and a bottle
of Semillon Sauvignon Blanc. The trip back to Ronnie place was uneventful, but
Davis could feel his nervousness increasing. His heart beat raced. He’d never
really thought of trying to actually follow through with the constant flirting
which they enjoyed each day. Now she was asking him to deliver. His skin raced
with a feeling of static electricity. His spine tingled.
The sun had dipped, and late afternoon
had been replaced by the shadows of early evening. People walked quickly to
their ride home. The streets were packed with fast paced salary men.
Two blocks from Ronnie’s place, and
the two of them were keeping up good banter, enjoying the warmth and security
of each other’s company. The late afternoon of the Emerald isle was always
deliciously intoxicating to young couples. The warm air and seductive promise
of the night gave purpose and intent to their journey. The sea of suits seemed
to thin. The corner was still one hundred metres away, they were walking past
the Queen Victoria Building where the crowds were a thick stream unending flow.
The lovey-dovey moment faded. Davis
looked harder at the shadows running down each shop wall. Given the events of
the day Davis felt justified in being jumpy. The slightest thing out of place
and it was making him jump like a bitch in a dead end alley. Loosen up he told
himself stop looking for shadows to jump at.
The shadows. The twenty metre stretch
of crowd in front of them was covered in unnatural shadows. Davis skin was
crawling badly now, years of hard training in Thailand starting in his late
teens made what happened next, happen on a purely instinctive level. The
shadows were men in dark suits that leaped forward impossibly fast. Davis used
his free left hand to push Ronnie well behind him, forcing her back towards the
crowd, and in one continuous motion completed a graceful spin move which
started him running towards the oncoming ninjas.
There were five of them, each carrying
short flat blades that looked like the thinner Chinese or Siamese weapon than the
thicker better wrought Japanese version. It didn’t matter the results of being
stuck by one were the same. Death cleared Davis’s mind of any thought, his mind
was primed for attack. In this case how to survive the onslaught of a squad of
death dealing ninjas.
The first ninja warrior to his left slowed as he closed
the final metre, rolling past and to the left of Davis so that he came up
directly behind him. As the human shadow rose his blade cut smoothly in an arc
through the air towards where he thought Davis’s throat should have been.
Several seconds earlier the second ninja had also closed the distance. This
shadow was then in the act of following up with a second blade directly to
where Davis’s sternum should have been.
“In battle sped is of the greatest concern, it
is the road to victory.” – Sun Tzu.
Davis was a student of the master. In
a moment that seemed to speed up and slow down simultaneously, he had jumped
and caught the overhanging roof awning outside the two dollar shop that was the
stage for his impromptu street battle.
He dangled for less than a second,
just long enough to let the first two get too close to each other, and then he
dropped. His right hand came down in a powerful arc, letting the dynamic of
falling turn his hand chop, which hit the first ninjas shoulder, into a force
equal to over a quarter of a tonne. In an instant the ninja’s collar bone
snapped, forcing him to crouch on the ground in agony. As his feet touched the
ground he rounded and spun on his back leg bringing his left hand up and
catching the short blade falling from the broken mans arm. This was instantly
pivoted in the left wrist turning back towards the body of the second ninja,
even as a third one glided in from the right making lightening quick short
stabs straight at Davis’s midriff. Instead of pulling back he continued moving
forward.
Slamming his blade into the blade of
the second ninja, he pushed up violently in a brutal motion that forced the
man’s arms into his head, a rough punching action that slammed the man’s own
sword handle into his nose. He spun hard moving around to face his back. The
fourth ninja moved in from the shadows raising a sickle looking weapon high and
bringing it down towards Davis’s head, the third ninja moved off balance as his
blade sailed harmlessly through the air where Davis had been standing. Davis
pushed hard and slammed into the back of the second one, pushing him into the
third. At the same time he threw a reverse leg kick pushing out hard and
slamming the hardened heal of his foot with a sickening crunch into the balls
of his enemy.
The guy crumbled with an audible curse
“ta ma de” [Chinese:Fuck], so these
guys weren’t true ninjas thought Davis, at least one of them was Chinese,
probably all of them. That meant this was likely a gang sent from the mainland.
No one that he had seen in the local fight scene had shown these kinds of
skills, at least not five guys with this much talent. Lucky he thought that
they weren’t really ninjas.
Such idea thought bubbles were like a
thin wisp of smoke, when the battle demanded his full attention, demanded he
keep a clear head. He pivoted again on his back leg, adopting a low crouching
stance, as he grabbed a handful of the fourth ninja’s hooded head and pulling
him like a battering ram towards his buddies.
He knocked this one out by ramming him
into the second one, who was now off balance. In a flurry of hand movements he
threw 10 hard punches to his adversary’s solar plexus. Predictably the forearms
protecting the head and neck dropped.
Davis moved in very close, never slowing
as in a smooth arc, he wrapped his thick right forearm around the back of the
neck of the second ninja. The dark hood shook slightly, groggily, as Davis
crashed it down into his sleeping buddy. Blood spilled from head wounds on both
men. The ground had taken on a light hue of dark red.
The third and fifth men
circled him now, wearily, blades drawn out pointed in. The blades were dancing
now.
They had seen how quickly Davis worked
without a blade but by keeping distance and moving as a team it would or should
be significantly harder for their adversary. The blades rose and dove cutting
towards their intended victim.
The victim bit back. Davis ducked then rose in a
side lunge to the left, rolling even as he rose and launching from the roll
straight into a tackle into the fifth’s left leg. The chop from the swinging
sword arm came down off target pulled of course by the tackle in a much wider
arc. It caught the other pseudo ninja in the upper right arm, burying deep.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” screamed the assailant.
Now only the fifth and final shadow
man remained. Davis’ left leg shot out catching the guard of the blade,
knocking it to the ground. Davis then started a feint, using a combo of two
swift left jabs and a right cross to the man’s head, the arms of his opponent
went straight up to protect himself. Davis was already shifting to his right,
turning inwards away from the ninja.
His next left hook quickly turned into a
reverse left elbow to the stomach. The elbow made contact ripping up into the
sternum forcing the arms down. Davis was already in another small arc pivoting
one hundred and eighty degrees to bring a twelve to six right elbow sailing
down from above.
It cracked his opponent right on the crown of the head,
forcing him to stumble backwards. Davis spun again this time three hundred and
sixty degrees and followed up with a spinning heal kick that landed cleanly on
the fifth’s head snapping it back in an audible thud. Knocked out before he
even hit the ground.
Davis looked around surveying the
carnage. He quickly removed one of the hoods. The Asiatic features were
distinctive. As a long time resident of South East Asia, Davis knew his hunch
about them being from a Chinese gang was correct.
More worryingly this guy had
a gang tattoo of a red teardrop under his right eye. Proof enough of
involvement from mainland china. The Blue Tiger were in Australia. Shit had got
very serious.
He moved back towards where he’d left
Ronnie. She was standing at the front of a small crowd that were transfixed,
forming an open ring of people stunned into silence by the intense one way
nature of the fight. Clearly no one knew quite whether to cheer or run.
Several
were already on their mobiles to the police.
Most likely grainy footage would be on the nightly news or at least the
local YouTube channels. It was time to move. He held her, whispering to her
that they had to clear the scene in case more ninjas arrived.
They shared a
long undefined moment of tenderness, lost in a tight embrace of shared nervousness
and fear. He could smell her fear.
Davis looked back around at the crowd.
A white van with no number plates had pulled up next to the pavement, the unconscious and the dead ninjas were
already loaded into the van, the door slamming shut ripping out into the
traffic narrowly missing oncoming traffic as it used the other lane to jump
ahead.
Why Davis considered, did they not
want their identities revealed? Why didn’t they want the authorities to know
that the Blue Tiger was on a secret mission into the heart of Australia’s
largest city?
By rights the five mercenaries that had been sent would have been
able to take down almost anyone. There masters would not make that mistake
twice. Blue Tiger were drug traffickers, gun runners and slavers extraordinaire.
He had to get out of here.
The timing was too much to be a
coincidence, he thought as he pulled Ronnie quickly through the crowd. She was
in shock, as many of the watchers in the crowd were. So much blood and violence
was to the uninitiated almost inconceivable until you lived through it once or
twice he reflected.
As he marched on it was two blocks before the parting crowd
started to recede again and the pair returned to a relative state of
anonymity. He reasoned even with the
lack of hard evidence, some grainy iPhone footage would on the six o’clock
news.
Before long he was going to get more questions from Inspector Kramer, and
he had fuck all by way of answers. Answers, he needed some.
They marched on desperate now to get
to a place of relative safety. His calm even pace and alert protective nature,
seemed to feed into her growing sense of panic and need for control.
She looked
over at him every five or six paces trying to gauge his thoughts or just ground
her thoughts? He could have calmed her but he didn’t even try.
“When times are easy be tough, when times get
tricky it won’t be as rough”
– Jo-Jo “Muay Thai” Pho,
His kickboxing instructor had often
seemed to be far more of a master of the internal arts than just the external
brutality for which he was renowned throughout Thailand for. If he let her ride
it out now, her own mind would have significant mental defences should she have
to go through it again, something he had no way of knowing. If he made her feel
better she would be at best a liability, at worst a basket case for the rest of
her life. He did however turn and smile at her.
“You really are as pretty as a rose,
Ronnie, I don’t know why I never told you that before.”
She smiled exquisitely back at him,
her lower lip trembling, but never took her eyes away from his. The moment
seemed to slow, as her eyes searched his face looking for signs of weakness.
Some common ground for her fear to feed on.
There was nothing. Ironically this
seemed to feed her hunger. She stared again, but he was striding ahead pulling
her with him towards the entrance to her inner city apartment block.
“Ronnie, let’s get you home, I’ll make
you dinner. Also I don’t think its safe tonight, do you mind if I sleep on the
couch. We’ll go see the cop shop first thing in the morning.”, Davis had a voice
that was at once casual, yet also very firm.
It said I am dependable, something he
had found over time that women loved. It said I am a secure human being.
It
probably helped that he was also being sincere.
“Ok” –Ronnie.
They entered the lift. Her nerves were
too much. She.. broke down crying pushing herself into him, and then it was on.
The lift was a whirl of two bodies unleashing months of pent up passion. Davis
felt her sweet lips and waited trying to savour the moment, praying the lift
would rise even faster. He wanted so badly to fuck her brains out right now.
“Slowly Davis” Ronnie cooed, “I want
you to hold me, all night. I want you zooo bad. I’m scared and I really don’t
want to be alone.”
Lonely darkness descended on the city.
Random lights filtered through the bedroom window as they lay in bed together
naked. His chiselled stomach was pushed up flat against her tasty curves. His
left hand loosely hanging on to her right breast.
Her skin was so soft and
peachy reflected Davis as he relaxed in post coital bliss. Her hands never
stopped moving, strugglingly to cover every part of his ripped musculature. He
could tell she still awake, all they could think of was more of the same. He
stared at her, and felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine. Her body was
hot from sex; the temperature was rising.
Hours later, in the small hours past
midnight, Davis lay awake by himself, the sleeping body of an angel beside him.
The full moon was hanging low in the sky. He deliberately avoided looking at
it, preferring to conserve as much of his natural night vision as possible. The
one bedroom apartment was fifteen stories up, sitting just behind town hall, on
Liverpool Street.
His gaze fell to the bed sheets; the soft duvet was made with
Egyptian cotton and duck down feathers. He imagined her curvaceous white body
beneath the surface. He knew what he had to do now. He needed to form a circle,
enter back into the dream world, speak with his father.
But to do that, to be
able to stay long enough and have the strength to hear his father’s words he
would need help. He simply wasn’t developed enough to do it on his own. He
needed to go and see the tribal elder.
As Davis ideally thought of the
magical times of his childhood, spent following the tribe around central western
N.S.W., memories of rites and rituals came back to him. The first time he had
been taken into the dreaming.
The visions that had resulted, and the endless
conversations which his dad, Bear had said were all part of fine tuning his
“receptivity” to the practise. Even now he could barely summon the dreaming on
his own. Today in the office had been a strange fluke.
“The need comes with the moment, the moment is
created from the person’s need.”
–Cub.
Cub, his uncle the one who had saved
him. Had it been him? Or was it just his imagination? Something had stopped a
couple of hundred gallons of jet fuel from exploding in his face. Cub hadn’t
done that though. He had seen him fighting with a fire elemental.
The huge
fiery being had looked alive with rage. Had wanted to kill him. Cub had calmly
held it at bay. Stopped the fuel from igniting?
He only had questions and desperately needed to advance his
understanding of these strange events.
The ridges and dips of the duvet were
like a mini mountain range. It reminded Davis of his adventures in the
Himalayas. Looking at a particular spike it reminded him of the ascent up the
Eisner, or crossing one of the major ridgelines after base camp on the northern
ascent of Everest. That light red line looked out of place though. A laser
light coming from... Thoughts stopped, adrenaline pumped hard forcing his
muscles to take on super human levels of strength. Rock hard arms wrapped
around the sleeping form of Ronnie, and his body rolled out of the bed, letting
his back take the impact as they tumbled onto the floor.
“What? What are you doing?”, like an
angry bee, she was buzzing, yet confused.
No time to explain, only act. A hail
of noise erupted inside the room. The bed where moments earlier they had been
asleep was being ripped apart by a storm of bullets. The feathers exploded
upwards from the doona. The room was quickly filled with duck feathers floating
to the ground.
“Oh my god!, oh my gawdt‽‽” Ronnie
shrieked with a wilders eyes.
Aside from this outburst she was shaking,
her naked body was calm. Her large breasts rising and falling evenly. A sure
sign she was coping with the pressure.
“Crawl to the door, Ronnie, Go!” so
saying Davis let go of her and started crawling himself.
Who knew what else would be coming
through that window. Clearly they had a night vision or a heat vision scope.
The laser light from the sight was military. The bad guys were tooling up and
coming in hot.
Outside the room they quickly found
some clothes for Ronnie, then headed for the front door. Outside of the
apartment, Davis quickly checked the elevator, it was heading up, still five
floors away.
“Quick!”
He had a basic intuition it was them,
and had no intention of hanging around with Ronnie in tow to find out.
“Fire stairs!”, Davis held Ronnie’s
wrist and tugged her into motion.
They started to descend the stairs.
“De ja vue?”, Ronnie asked, but Davis
silenced her.
“The stairwell echoes sound, shhh”,
then he smiled at her.
At each level a digit was painted onto
the back of the door leading out to that level of the apartment complex. They
had just past “2” and were descending the last four flights of stairs. He was
jumping down the stairs as fast as he could behind Ronnie, when he heard the
number two door crack open.
“Keep going Ronnie! When you get to
the bottom get straight out onto the street and head directly for the police
station on George Street. Stand next to someone else at all times. Even though
its late, try and find and stay with a crowd of people walking in the same
direction. Nothing they have done to this point indicates they are willing to
start indiscriminate killings.”
Davis wasn’t too sure about that, but
he needed her to be strong. She seemed to vacillate between staying and going.
Her eyes looked up into his imploring him.
“Go!”
Davis forced his voice up as high as
he dared. “Go now!”
The light footsteps were descending in
seconds his assailants would be upon him.
How had they found this place so quickly?
He’d ensured they weren’t followed. Doubling back, taking false routes,
changing appearance twice. That meant some form of high tech surveillance.
Either long range scopes from building tops, or perhaps, illegal access to
satellite imaging. Hmm what if it was worse? What if there was someone on the
inside? Access to the police database? The level of organisation required was
starting to really add up.
No more time to think, those light
featherlike footsteps... Davis crouched waiting for his opponent in a small
unseen area of the stairs just below the level one landing. Feather feet walked
across the flat landing. Davis’s leg shot out hooking and tripping the lead
right leg. Dressed all in black, just like the others. Another ninja? Blue
Tiger!
His rage intensified, he would make
these clowns pay. Davis retracted his leg forcing the ninja to trip forward,
keeping a the other’s leg in a tight hold with his own. As he fell forward
Davis brought both arms forward using his fists to bury a hail of punches into
the upper body. Causing it to fall backwards in the opposite direction. The
result was that the other man fell horizontally towards the ground. He brought
his elbow down on the other man’s head and throat, knocking him unconscious and
leaving a nasty headache for the morning when he awoke. When he awoke, well,
the Blue tiger clan were not exactly known to be a forgiving bunch to those
that failed on missions.
He heard a scream from below and
immediately began running for the exit two flights of stairs below. Hurling
himself down the stairs he leapt-ran each flight in two giant strides. His
ankles compressed and groaned at the strain of hitting hard concrete. Davis
reached the ground exit and immediately hurled an explosive front kick at the
doors, which obeyed and exploded outwards with a groan of hinges partially
ripping from their housings.
In front of him a helicopter was
hovering half a metre from the ground. The blades ripping through the air
forcing the air back against his face, throwing up all the debris and loose
dirt in the surrounding gardens. He pushed himself forward against the power of
the wind. The chopper was a light grey colour with thick blue and red diagonal
stripes. A modified, stripped back huey.
He peered into the guts of the door less
cargo bay, seeing Ronnie trussed up, arms bound to legs like a pig. The
modified nature of the chopper became more apparent. As he advanced, a ninja
sitting behind a mounted 50 cal belt fed machine gun opened up.
Reflexes already on edge from a day’s
fighting gave him a narrow edge. He drove his body to the left not even knowing
what was there. He felt his body scraping against the hard concrete of the
path, as he popped into a judo roll and came up behind a short brick wall. All
around him the entire courtyard was being ripped to shreds by the untold power
unleashed from a storm of .50 calibre bullets.
Davis waited, counting. At the precise
time, remaining out of site behind the short wall, he rose, knowing as he did
that the machine gunner would have to wait several seconds to allow the weapons
barrel to cool sufficiently. This guy apparently had no idea or just didn’t
care and continued firing. The weapons firing chamber made a chinking noise, at
the same time that the red hot barrel stopped spitting instant death, and like
a fat Cuban cigar smoked lazily.
Davis knew he had only moments, he
sprinted down the path, the chopper was starting to pull off the ground, he
could feel the backwash of air being fanned down from above. The chopper pilot
had turned the aircraft away to the right so that the cabin crew could no
longer see the path. The tail spun around, the blades narrowly missing Davis as
he came forward beneath the rising chopper.
He jumped thick hands wrapping around
the legs of the chopper. He threw his left arm over the top locking it in with
the right hand. As he kicked his left leg up and over the bar he looked over
his right shoulder and saw the ground falling away already one thousand metres
distant. Over the engine noise he could hear the faint screams of Ronnie, but
nothing else.
This was a Blue Tiger snatch squad,
sent to retrieve a bargaining chip. Standard practise in Asia. Use your
friends, your family, even your children as blackmail. They must have had
extensive surveillance setup to get that far. These days if you wanted to track
someone down double quick you needed access to an eye in the sky.
The latest satellites, launched since
2008 could use laser spectral analysis to pinpoint everything from the
signature of any electronic modern consumable to the water density of every
type of known organic on the planet. They could see under, over and through the
sea, a fact that was still not widely known outside of the intelligence
community. They could use heat and chemical sensors to detect movement in any
direction, through buildings and even underground. In short staying undetected
was next to impossible from one of these suckers. And it had been quick. Far
too quick. The deal with the bikies had only been on the horizon three weeks
ago. The bikies had only committed to terms and transfer protocols in the last
week.
That meant that even with an inside
rat and state of the art surveillance they had been in place for one to three
days. Once again he wondered at the level of his own governments’ involvement.
The mobsters didn’t have satellite time. Not even state sponsored ones.
Especially not the state sponsored ones.
He knew there would have to have been
at least one bad cookie in ASIO cookie jar. A greedy bureaucrat signing away US
satellite time. He wondered if Uncle Sam would be pleased to know that its
south pacific sheriff was proxying resources to Chinese mobsters. He filed it
away for later, when not if there was one.
He had two options. Remain hidden
until the destination, or enter the cargo bay and kill everyone but the pilot.
The problem with hijacking a chopper which wasn’t a highlight of most Hollywood
films was that even if you could fly a chopper yourself, most didn’t have an
autopilot. By the time you removed the existing pilot from the seat the whole
thing would most likely have pitched sideways and fallen out of the sky. Davis
had an ace up his sleeve.
He twisted on the bar so that he was
now draped over it, and brought his feet back towards his knees letting them
rest on the choppers landing bar. He reached up with both hands and as the
chopper rocked to its right, his side was jerked up. Like a panther he launched
upwards, inwards towards the cargo bay, past the silent machine gun mount.
Four more ninjas were inside keeping
Ronnie company. Arms folded, eyes ahead. His method was brutal but effective.
Using aikido leg throws, he grabbed the smaller Asian men and hurled the first
straight out of the chopper. Pivoting to the other side, he grabbed a ninja
with each hand and pulled them to their feet. As he did he dropped all his
weight forward and threw each arm out perpendicular in scything overhand
elbows. Each clipped the inside temple of the two rising ninjas. Stunning and
pushing their centres of balance dangerously towards the open sides of the
cargo bay.
The roar of the chopper screamed. It
began tilting more violently. The passenger had turned and was silently
screaming at his pilot. The two stunned ninjas stooped low and began to rise,
flailing their arms to stop from falling. Davis moved closer and then stepped
between them, moving past and spinning one hundred and eighty degrees fast, so
that he was behind them. He grabbed each from behind, with a fair grip of skin
and black ninja cloth. Then he pushed.
“Fly”
Davis said, “if you can”.
With that they fell towards the
ground. The remaining ninja was out of his seat, approaching warily. Without
any warning, Davis used a sudden forward tilt of the chopper to lunge at his
opponent. This time putting a hand snake
like, up, in, in there.
“Kai!”
Davis screamed an ancient war cry he
had been taught using his voice. Time seemed to slow, for the ninja at least,
even as Davis’s arm slid up and past his defensive pose. He struck with his
fingers extended in a hard spear like posture. Aiming behind and just below the
neck, inserting the index finger into the central nerve point at the top of the
spine. It created a mild block, stunning there lower limbs. It was then a
simple matter to kick away their legs. And push. Only Ronnie remained lying
tied to a seat in the cargo bay.
Her hair was dishevelled. Her eyes had
run, leaving thick trails of mascara running down the sides of her pretty face.
Her head was tilted slightly to one side as she looked up at him with big dove
like eyes. He gave her a quick thumbs up and leaving her to sit and watch,
turned his attention to the cockpit. There was only a small sealed persplex
window for observation. If he wanted to enter the cockpit, he was going to have
to mount an assault from the outside of the chopper and somehow get either door
open. This was easier said than done. Even if the doors were unlocked and
nobody was holding them in the downwash from the blades acted as a drag holding
the door in towards the frame.
It was time for his ace. He positioned
himself in front of the small window and focused his mind. True concentration
came from completely letting go of thoughts, letting them merge into a single
powerful thought. His fist was tight, held next to his ribs. The thought released.
Soon he would have this, soon he would unleash his surprise.
The arm sprung forward like a
catapult. The fist hit the persplex completely shattering it. The chopper
veered violently down and to the left as the pilot was distracted from the
plastic shattering on top of him. His fist turned into a powerful grip which
shifted to the right.
The passenger had recovered from his
shock and was already turning and shifting to the left, bringing his gun up to
shoot. Davis used his wrist to slip a lock around the hand holding the gun,
forcing it to go off whilst it was still pointing at the pilot, who promptly
fell over dead.
Davis’s world seemed to stop. Up until
that point everything had seemed somehow sane, in a quirky kind of post modern
James Bond kind of way. The ace was trumped. Open mirza. So how exactly was this chopper going to land
now anyway?
The control stick pushed forward, the
chopper lurched forward. Time slowed down. Rain pellets pounded the windscreen.
The passenger screamed an unholy high pitched jarring sound. Massive arms
extended out and grabbed the pilot ramming him hard to the left and up against
the pilot door. The passenger shifted over to his left, scooping up the control
stick as he did so.
For a moment he seemed distracted from
the previous minutes. His cold stare was held on the parabolic descent path
that the front of the chopper was sliding down. The rain no longer struck the
windscreen. In mere seconds the blades would lose their “grip” on the air. At
that point time really slowed down. Davis’s own eyes were glued on the scene
confronting him. He was looking at the ground rushing up. The blades were
straining against the limits of their powers. The engine was emitting a loud
thudding noise and a noticeable increase in thermal output.
The passenger’s hooded ninja suit
seemed to billow as his upper body rippled with muscular power. Biceps squeezed
and ripped massive rippling forearms yanked and pulled. It was immediately
obvious that his actions were not those of a noob. Unseen beneath the cockpit
his feet worked the pedals, shifting and guiding the arc from straight down to
an equally violent arc towards the heavens.
The bird screamed as the motor hit max
revs. Oil began to burn from excessive heat build-up. The passenger coolly glinted
out at the world that was now passing on a steadily rising diagonal horizon.
His head was hidden behind a full face ninja mask, so that only evil intent
eyes looked out upon the world. Big black eyes with red irises gave the devil’s
own cause for wickedness a good impression of walking the earth. Even as the
chopper stopped its heaving, his subtle manipulations of the bird continued.
Davis was taken completely off guard
by the choppers sudden wide arc to the left. He had been allowing the passenger
time to right things and deliver his surprise. His flaw almost proved fatal. He
felt rather than thought that he was in freefall. Unlike Ronnie he was not tied
to the floor. The passenger improved the angle turning the entire cargo bay on
its side, almost but not quite pushing the rotor blades beyond the vertical
limit. Davis had hands. I mean when boxer talk about having hands, they mean
fast fabulous hands that dance all day. Davis had hands that were faster. It
was all that saved him.
In the moments preceding the freefall
he had been standing about one third out from the middle of the cargo bay,
closest to the broken cabin window. When he fell his left hand shot out and
grabbed the upper rail that ran around the top of each side of the cargo bay.
Using a rock climbers grip, he held grimly as his entire body weight time’s six
gravities was pulled towards the ground. He knew the passenger could not hold
his aerial manuvoure for more than two seconds. By the time the bird swung back
into a true line with the ground, his left arm was numb from the strain.
He let it fall to his side. He only
needed one good arm. His two feet fell like panther paws to the deck. They
sprung him in a single smooth arc that landed right up next to the cabin
window.
The passenger sensed and reacted as
his senses warned him of impending disaster. Leaving his left arm to guide the
bird, the ninja dextrously raised his right arm and twisted his wrist so that
the curved dagger that suddenly appeared pointed backwards in a wicked arcing motion
towards Davis’s shoulders. The ace was
already in play.
Davis didn’t even try to block the
knife arm. Instead with complete reckless disregard for personal safety he spun
one hundred and eighty degrees so that his right arm was closest to the passenger’s
body. His right elbow shot out violently. It’s powerful tricep punching with
the forward motion of a air fed jackhammer.
The tip punching the knife forearm,
even as it in turned sliced a shoulder to shoulder blade crimson tide. A wide
arc of flesh seemed to hand loosely. But that was because Davis had his good
arm moving with incredible speed. With a single touch of his index finger,
Davis drove into the T4 vertebrae at the base of the neck. Stopping as his nail
was mere millimetres away from the spinal nerve. His ace was delivered.
He felt a rush of energy that seemed
to mingle with the evil spirit. It didn’t matter he felt the warm rush that
signalled his “energy” had taken subconscious decision making capacity away
from his adversary. The passenger was also an adept an fought bitterly against
the mental intrusion. But it was no good. The point of the physical contact, as
Davis had been taught, was to attain an overwhelmingly initial advantage over
the opponents mind, so that they could not defend.
It was said some ancient masters no
longer needed even physical contact to incapacitate foes, before eventually
giving up such techniques altogether. Davis had been gifted with relearning
some of the first stages of this technique, the only ones that still existed.
The passenger sat rigidly as Davis sat on his ear issuing instructions.
“Find a flat area of ground and
descend.”
The passenger, face hidden from view,
was sweating profusely. Veins popped out near his temples as he fought with
every ounce of his being to break the psychic lock. It was no use it was all he
could do just to stop himself from slavishly following the other’s
instructions. His dark pool, the part he thought of as himself, was under
attack. No it was worse, it was being hidden from him. All he could do was
follow the immediate orders given to him, stay busy and wait.
The chopper landed in the green fields
of Parramatta park. As if by design the exact moment of landing seemed overly
rough, and as Davis looked, the passenger somehow, completely against his own
understanding of human physiology managed to grab the pilot door, open it, ram
the dead body and himself head first out of the door, and combat roll away into
the park surrounds. Before Davis could pursue he quickly had to hit the kill
switch on the chopper. The engine seemed sigh as parts cooled back to within
standard operating tolerances.
He looked up but the passenger was
gone. At least both he and Ronnie were safe. He looked around, and she was
crying. The tears of a lady whose purpose was confused and set upon. He
immediately went to her and wrapped his huge arms around her, pulling her
tight. They looked out of the cargo bay
at a small pond. A gaggle of ducks sailed sedately on the ripples from the
chopper’s down wash.
“Just hold me Davis”, she said.
“I will. For as long as you want me
to.”
He replied.
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