The Isle of Devils HOLY WAR Read Online Free Page B
Author: R. C. Farrington, Jason Farrington
Dockyard.”
Storm added, “That’s a good point, what else?”
Savage continued, “Tomorrow after we find out where they live, I’ll follow them when they leave to go to the Dockyard, and you’ll sneak into their living quarters.”
Storm yelled back, “Wait a minute. Why am I breaking and entering? It’s your country, and you’re a cop here.”
Savage replied, “Calm down, mate. You’re right. I’m on holiday, and I can’t get caught doing something illegal. Whereas all that can happen to you is that you’ll get arrested. Then the US Consulate will bail your bony butt out of jail, and the Bermuda Government will kick you off the island. Now doesn’t that sound like a better plan to you?”
Storm laughed and said, “It’s a plan all right. Let’s get back to the car and to St. George’s before you really get me into trouble.” They both laughed and made their way to City Hall, then drove back to St. George’s to wait for their Arab friends.
The Stakeout
It was now late in the afternoon. Inspector Savage and Agent Storm had been milling around King’s Square for quite some time waiting for the three Arabs to return to St. George’s on the ferry from Dock Yard. Finally the high-speed ferry arrived and the Arabs made their way into the square. Savage noticed them first saying, “Look, Storm. Here they are. We’ll follow them at a safe distance to make sure they don’t see us.”
Storm replied, “Is there any chance we’ll lose them?”
Savage laughed and said, “Don’t worry mate, I know this end of the island like the back of my hand. There’s no way they’re going to lose us.” As he spoke, the trio walked up Kent Street. Savage and Storm were quick to follow at a safe distance. The trio walked by the old Unfinished Cathedral on their way up to Government Hill Road.
Storm finally asked, “Where in the world are these guys going? We’re leaving the village.”
Savage replied, “Not a clue. There’s not much past this point.” The trio continued on and after awhile they made a bee-line across the golf course and up the hill towards the old abandoned hotel. They made their way to an old trail that led around an old fort.
This was Fort Victoria which sits on one of the highest points in St. Georges. This massive hexagonal fort built in the 1820’s overlooks Tobacco Bay and Fort St. Catherine on the north east shore of Bermuda. The old abandoned hotel that was built just yards in front of Fort Victoria now conceals it from view. Most tourists have no idea that this fort even exists. If the truth were known, most Bermudians have long forgotten about the fort’s existence.
Storm asked Savage, “Are you going to tell me that this hotel was built around an old fort?”
Savage replied, “I guess so, mate. Bermuda has always tried to preserve its heritage.”
Storm quietly asked while he was laughing, “So are you going to tell me that you were preserving your heritage by building a swimming pool in the middle of that old fort?”
Savage chuckled and added, “Well, I never said we were perfect, mate.”
The Arabs were now across the property and were going down a hill out of sight.
Storm yelled out, “Where did they go?”
Savage looking a bit puzzled said, “Down there are several blocks of rooms of the old hotel. I know exactly where they went.” Savage took off at an amazing pace with Storm close behind him. The two cleared the hillside, and Savaged pointed down the hill towards a group of old pink buildings. From behind a group of trees and bushes Savage and Storm could see the Arabs climbing the stairs to the third level of the old building. Then they walked down the balcony to the third room from the end. They opened the door and were out of sight in seconds.
Storm commented, “This place looks deserted. Boy, does it smell!
Storm added, “That’s a good point, what else?”
Savage continued, “Tomorrow after we find out where they live, I’ll follow them when they leave to go to the Dockyard, and you’ll sneak into their living quarters.”
Storm yelled back, “Wait a minute. Why am I breaking and entering? It’s your country, and you’re a cop here.”
Savage replied, “Calm down, mate. You’re right. I’m on holiday, and I can’t get caught doing something illegal. Whereas all that can happen to you is that you’ll get arrested. Then the US Consulate will bail your bony butt out of jail, and the Bermuda Government will kick you off the island. Now doesn’t that sound like a better plan to you?”
Storm laughed and said, “It’s a plan all right. Let’s get back to the car and to St. George’s before you really get me into trouble.” They both laughed and made their way to City Hall, then drove back to St. George’s to wait for their Arab friends.
The Stakeout
It was now late in the afternoon. Inspector Savage and Agent Storm had been milling around King’s Square for quite some time waiting for the three Arabs to return to St. George’s on the ferry from Dock Yard. Finally the high-speed ferry arrived and the Arabs made their way into the square. Savage noticed them first saying, “Look, Storm. Here they are. We’ll follow them at a safe distance to make sure they don’t see us.”
Storm replied, “Is there any chance we’ll lose them?”
Savage laughed and said, “Don’t worry mate, I know this end of the island like the back of my hand. There’s no way they’re going to lose us.” As he spoke, the trio walked up Kent Street. Savage and Storm were quick to follow at a safe distance. The trio walked by the old Unfinished Cathedral on their way up to Government Hill Road.
Storm finally asked, “Where in the world are these guys going? We’re leaving the village.”
Savage replied, “Not a clue. There’s not much past this point.” The trio continued on and after awhile they made a bee-line across the golf course and up the hill towards the old abandoned hotel. They made their way to an old trail that led around an old fort.
This was Fort Victoria which sits on one of the highest points in St. Georges. This massive hexagonal fort built in the 1820’s overlooks Tobacco Bay and Fort St. Catherine on the north east shore of Bermuda. The old abandoned hotel that was built just yards in front of Fort Victoria now conceals it from view. Most tourists have no idea that this fort even exists. If the truth were known, most Bermudians have long forgotten about the fort’s existence.
Storm asked Savage, “Are you going to tell me that this hotel was built around an old fort?”
Savage replied, “I guess so, mate. Bermuda has always tried to preserve its heritage.”
Storm quietly asked while he was laughing, “So are you going to tell me that you were preserving your heritage by building a swimming pool in the middle of that old fort?”
Savage chuckled and added, “Well, I never said we were perfect, mate.”
The Arabs were now across the property and were going down a hill out of sight.
Storm yelled out, “Where did they go?”
Savage looking a bit puzzled said, “Down there are several blocks of rooms of the old hotel. I know exactly where they went.” Savage took off at an amazing pace with Storm close behind him. The two cleared the hillside, and Savaged pointed down the hill towards a group of old pink buildings. From behind a group of trees and bushes Savage and Storm could see the Arabs climbing the stairs to the third level of the old building. Then they walked down the balcony to the third room from the end. They opened the door and were out of sight in seconds.
Storm commented, “This place looks deserted. Boy, does it smell!
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