The Isle of Devils HOLY WAR by R. C. Farrington, Jason Farrington Read Free Book Online
Authors: R. C. Farrington, Jason Farrington
there?’
Savage took another gulp of beer and said, “How about never.”
Storm looked puzzled and asked, “What do you mean never?”
Savage laughed and said, “There hasn’t been a bloody whirlybird in Bermuda for years. Not since the last sightseeing company went belly up.”
Storm replied, “You mean the police department or the military don’t have a chopper? What about search and rescue?”
Savage added, “Welcome to my island, mate. If we need a chopper or a small plane we do what you would do.”
Storm asked, “What the hell is that?”
Savage laughed again and replied, “We call the bloody United States Coast Guard.”
Storm sat there for a few minutes taking a couple of drinks and said, “OK then, I’ll just call in a favor with a buddy back at headquarters and see if I can get a satellite picture of Casemates.”
Savage replied, “Now you’re thinking, Yank. How long will that take?”
Storm replied, “It just depends when the satellite passes over Bermuda. No matter what, we should have it by tomorrow.”
Savage then said, “That’s great. Tomorrow night is ‘Destination Dockyard Night’ at the Dockyard. We will be able to nose around without being noticed.”
Storm asked, “What’s ‘Destination Dockyard Night’?”
Savage replied, “One night a week when there’s a cruise ship docked at the Dockyard street vendors and entertainers all show up for an evening of fun for the tourists. All the stores and pubs also stay open. There will be thousands of people all over the Dockyard so no one will notice us. Who knows? Maybe we’ll find a way into the old prison.”
Storm raised his mug and said, “Cheers! If we get caught breaking into Casemates I’m sure the Commissioner will make sure we find our way into Westgate’s next door.”
Savage smiled and raised his mug adding, “Cheers! You got that right, mate.”
Here we go Again
The duo left the pub ready to call it a day. As the two walked down Front Street, a long black limousine with Saudi flags on each front fender whisked by them leaving town in a rush.
Storm turned to Savage and said, “Did you see the limo that just went by? Where in the hell do you think they’re going?”
Savage threw up his arms and yelled as he stepped out into Front Street, “Oh bloody hell. We’re out of the frying pan and into the fire.” He then stepped in front of a pair of tourists on a rental scooter signaling them to stop as he showed them his badge.
Storm laughed and said, “I thought you were on holiday?”
Savage replied, “Shut up, mate.” He turned back to the tourists and said, “Sorry folks, but this is police business. I need to borrow your scooter. Oh, I also need your helmets.”
The nervous tourists parked their scooter next to the curb and gave Savage and Storm their helmets. Storm thanked them, pulled out his wallet and gave them twenty dollars to pay for a taxi.
Savage added, “When you get back to your scooter rental shop tell them Officer Smith borrowed your scooter and will return it tomorrow.” The tourists, still a bit confused, nodded their heads and walked away very quickly.
Storm stood there scratching his head and said, ”Why the hell did you tell them you were Officer Smith?”
Savage laughed and replied, “Do you know how many Officer Smith’s there are on the police force? By the time the Commissioner ties this back to us, the case will be over.”
Storm yelled, “Give me five you, sly old dog.” Both slapped their hands together and put their helmets on.
Storm sat down on the scooter first leaving room for Savage to sit as passenger.
Savage snapped, “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?”
Storm replied, “I’m driving dude. If you don’t like it,
Savage took another gulp of beer and said, “How about never.”
Storm looked puzzled and asked, “What do you mean never?”
Savage laughed and said, “There hasn’t been a bloody whirlybird in Bermuda for years. Not since the last sightseeing company went belly up.”
Storm replied, “You mean the police department or the military don’t have a chopper? What about search and rescue?”
Savage added, “Welcome to my island, mate. If we need a chopper or a small plane we do what you would do.”
Storm asked, “What the hell is that?”
Savage laughed again and replied, “We call the bloody United States Coast Guard.”
Storm sat there for a few minutes taking a couple of drinks and said, “OK then, I’ll just call in a favor with a buddy back at headquarters and see if I can get a satellite picture of Casemates.”
Savage replied, “Now you’re thinking, Yank. How long will that take?”
Storm replied, “It just depends when the satellite passes over Bermuda. No matter what, we should have it by tomorrow.”
Savage then said, “That’s great. Tomorrow night is ‘Destination Dockyard Night’ at the Dockyard. We will be able to nose around without being noticed.”
Storm asked, “What’s ‘Destination Dockyard Night’?”
Savage replied, “One night a week when there’s a cruise ship docked at the Dockyard street vendors and entertainers all show up for an evening of fun for the tourists. All the stores and pubs also stay open. There will be thousands of people all over the Dockyard so no one will notice us. Who knows? Maybe we’ll find a way into the old prison.”
Storm raised his mug and said, “Cheers! If we get caught breaking into Casemates I’m sure the Commissioner will make sure we find our way into Westgate’s next door.”
Savage smiled and raised his mug adding, “Cheers! You got that right, mate.”
Here we go Again
The duo left the pub ready to call it a day. As the two walked down Front Street, a long black limousine with Saudi flags on each front fender whisked by them leaving town in a rush.
Storm turned to Savage and said, “Did you see the limo that just went by? Where in the hell do you think they’re going?”
Savage threw up his arms and yelled as he stepped out into Front Street, “Oh bloody hell. We’re out of the frying pan and into the fire.” He then stepped in front of a pair of tourists on a rental scooter signaling them to stop as he showed them his badge.
Storm laughed and said, “I thought you were on holiday?”
Savage replied, “Shut up, mate.” He turned back to the tourists and said, “Sorry folks, but this is police business. I need to borrow your scooter. Oh, I also need your helmets.”
The nervous tourists parked their scooter next to the curb and gave Savage and Storm their helmets. Storm thanked them, pulled out his wallet and gave them twenty dollars to pay for a taxi.
Savage added, “When you get back to your scooter rental shop tell them Officer Smith borrowed your scooter and will return it tomorrow.” The tourists, still a bit confused, nodded their heads and walked away very quickly.
Storm stood there scratching his head and said, ”Why the hell did you tell them you were Officer Smith?”
Savage laughed and replied, “Do you know how many Officer Smith’s there are on the police force? By the time the Commissioner ties this back to us, the case will be over.”
Storm yelled, “Give me five you, sly old dog.” Both slapped their hands together and put their helmets on.
Storm sat down on the scooter first leaving room for Savage to sit as passenger.
Savage snapped, “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?”
Storm replied, “I’m driving dude. If you don’t like it,
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