The Isle of Devils HOLY WAR by R. C. Farrington, Jason Farrington Read Free Book Online Page A

Officer Flat Foot, you better get walking.”
     
    Savage turned blood red and said, “Alright, alright.” He climbed on the back of the scooter and said, “Let’s get after these Arabs before they lose us.”
     
    Storm replied as he hit the gas, “Roger that.” They shot out on to Front Street as fast as the little fifty cc scooter would take them.
     
    Savage started screaming, “You bloody idiot! You’re going to get us killed. You’ve got us on the wrong side of the street.”
     
    Storm swerved the scooter over to the left side of the street and said, “Sorry, I forgot you Bermudians drive on the left hand side of the road.” After getting the scooter back under control the duo zoomed down the street after the limo.
     
    By the time they reached Broadway the limo was in sight. They continued past the round-about and on to Trimingham Hill. To Savage’s surprise the limo went east on South Shore instead of west. Storm would have bet they would have gone west on South Shore towards the Dockyard. Savage yelled out, “What the hell are they going that way for? Don’t lose them, Storm.”
     
    Storm yelled back, “Don’t worry. As long as they don’t go over twenty five miles per hour we have a chance. This toy scooter can’t go any faster.” The duo followed the limo all the way past the airport.
     
    Savage now thought the Arabs were going to St. George’s, but once again he was wrong. The limo turned off the round-about in the direction of St. David’s Island. Savage was bewildered. There was nothing in St. David’s that would interest terrorists. Savage tapped Storm on the shoulder and said, “Don’t lose them now, mate. They’re running out of real estate. There’s basically one way in and one way out of St. David’s.
     
    Storm snapped back, “Alright, quit telling me what to do. I won’t lose them.” The duo kept back at a safe distance, making sure that the limo was not going to lose them. Savage was shocked to see the limo enter the old US Navy base which ran parallel to the Bermuda International Airport.
     
    Savage thought to himself, “What in the world are these Arabs going to do now, hijack a jet?” The limo did not stop at the airport, but instead circled around the end of the runway and made its way on to Cooper’s Island.
     
    Storm yelled back to Savage, “Where are they going? All I see is a tourist beach ahead of us.”
     
    Savage yelled back, “You’re not going to believe what’s on the other side of that beach, and I bet that’s where they’re going.”
     
    Storm asked, “So tell me, what’s there.”
     
    Savage replied, “It’s an abandoned NASA communication tracking centre. It might be loaded with old equipment.” Savage was right. For years this NASA base had tracked rockets and the space shuttle as they launched from the Kennedy Space Center. The extra long runway in Bermuda was always an option for the space shuttle to make an emergency landing after liftoff. A few years after the US Navy closed their base in the Bermuda, NASA decided to close their tracking centre. As the limo turned the last corner before nearing the NASA centre Savage tapped Storm on the shoulder and said, “Pull over here. If we get any closer they’ll see us.” Storm pulled the scooter off the road and they hid it behind some bushes.
     
    The duo ran alongside of the road. As they rounded the curve they could see the limo stopping in front of a huge gate that spanned across the entire road. Savage stopped and said, “Well mate, that’s about the end of the line for those Arabs. That’s an electronic gate, and I’m sure the power to the centre has been shut off for a couple of years.”
     
    No sooner had Savage quit talking then a window rolled down in the limo and a hand came out of the window holding a small controller box. Within seconds the gate began to open. Storm said, “So much for it being the end of the line my brother.”
     
    Savage snapped back, “Alright,