The Isle of Devils HOLY WAR

by R. C. Farrington

  THE

  isle of devils

  Holy War

  Copyright 2008 R. C. Farrington

  www.bermudaspinners.com

  ISBN: 978-1-897403-62-4

  Chapters:

  The Streets of Bagdad

  Another Day in Paradise

  Hide and Seek in the Triangle

  The Power of Crude

  The Stakeout

  Martyrdom

  The Heat is on

  Here we go Again

  The Secret of Cooper’s Island

  Destination Dockyard

  Casemates or Bust

  Who’s Watching Who

  Tunnels of Death

  The Fangs of Cobra

  Bust’ in Out

  Locked and Loaded

  Harbour Radio

  The Deception

  Finding the needle in the haystack

  The Black Squall

  The Eastern Seaboard

  The Venom of Cobra

  The Suicide Mission

  Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death

  Wonderful People who contributed to this book:

  Jason Farrington has created outstanding graphic designs for this novel.

  www.gorilladesignstudio.net

  Rod Ferguson of Bermuda and Pat Farrington of the United States have made contributions of their time and thoughts to help make this novel possible. I would also like to give a very special thank you to Dr. Edward Harris MBE for taking the time to give me a very informative tour of Casemates Barrack. I would also like to extend a special thank you to Gary Cooper for his insights as to life in Casemates.

  Dedication:

  This book is dedicated to all those people in Bermuda who give of their time and or money to help preserve Bermuda’s heritage. Historic landmarks like The Royal Naval Dockyard and The Casemates Barrack can never be replaced. Thank you for your dedication.

  Introduction:

  Bermuda is the most beautiful place on earth, and whoever reads this novel should take at least one week out of their busy lives to visit one of the most incredible places on the earth. There you will find soft pristine turquoise-colored waves gently rolling up on the pink beaches. You will also find breathtaking, the myriad combinations of arbors, shrubs, vines and flowers that reflect all the colors of the rainbow. Especially when you consider the historic Forts, the Royal Naval Dockyard, and the village of St. George’s. Yes, Bermuda is truly an island paradise.

  Characters depicted in this novel other than known historical persons are all fictitious, comparisons to people living in the past or present is coincidental and not intentional.

  The Streets of Bagdad

  Somewhere in Bagdad a United States FBI agent is trying to follow an Iranian spy as he makes his way through a narrow crowded street in the center of the city. Agent Roberts has been tracking the Iranian for days since the Iranian entered Bagdad. Today is market day which makes the streets more congested than usual. Roberts is communicating to another operative, Agent Storm, in the surrounding area through a tiny communication device that he's holding in his hand. Both agents are being tracked from their base from within the Green Zone in central Bagdad. The Iranian turns down a narrow alley and disappears into the darkness of the poorly lit alley. The agent is apprehensive to follow the Iranian believing it might be a trap. Before entering the alley he makes sure his fellow operative is not far from him. Roberts calls Storm saying, “Storm, the suspect just went down an alley. How long will it take you to get here?”

  Storm replies, “Give me five minutes.”

  Roberts adds, “Roger that. I’m going on after him. Catch up to me.”

  Then Storm replies, “Be careful. I’ll be right there.”

  Roberts pulls out his pistol and continues down the alley. It becomes apparent after a few minutes he has lost the Iranian. The agent reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny satellite type dish and clips it onto the barrel of his pistol. As he points the pistol directly in front of him, he clips a small ear piece in his left ear. With this miniature listening device, he can walk down the alley and try to pickup conversations in the immediate area. Hopefully he will hear the Iranian. The other operative in the area is also able to hear the same discussions. Agent Roberts believes he has lost the Iranian. But as he passes an open doorway with a staircase going up a level, he hears the Iranian speaking to someone who has a Saudi dialect. The Iranian says, “We have gone to extreme measures to set this plan in action. Those in the West are greedy. They will never see through our plans. Offer them cheap oil, and they will do anything. Are you ready to hold up your end of the bargain?”

  The Saudi replies, “Yes, the future of our movement is at stake. The Western world must pay for the barbaric brutalities they have committed against the Arab world.”

  Then the Iranian responds, “From this day forward let this operation be known as the Devil’s Triangle.” The two embrace each other.

  The Saudi points down the stairway and says, “Did you know you were being followed?” The Iranian is surprised. Without wasting a moment the Saudi pulls out from his vest a grenade and flips it down the stairs. Just as Roberts realizes he has been discovered, the grenade comes bouncing down the stairs. It explodes as it lands within a foot of him, and Roberts is killed instantly. The Saudi and the Iranian run down the stairs stepping over the lifeless body and vanish through the smoke. Both men continue down the alley and go in opposite directions at the next intersecting alley. Shortly thereafter Storm finds his partner lying dead in the alley next to the entryway. He calls for assistance on his tiny radio, but before he can finish his communication, he is shot down by someone standing in a dark corner firing an AK-47. Storm collapses over his fallen comrade. The assassin then steps out of the shadows and walks over to the two fallen FBI agents. Just as he is ready to fire some insurance bullets into the agents, Storm rolls over and fires his pistol, hitting the Arab several times in the chest. The Arab moans several times, as he collapses in the alley. Then all is silent. Storm was slow to get to his feet. He was thankful his flack-jacket had stopped the bullets shot at his back. Based on all the blood on the ground Storm realizes the Arab was not wearing a protective jacket. Storm calls into headquarters to report the attack. He knows it will take hours before Marines can find the murdered FBI agent, and he isn’t even sure where he is. The conversations of the terrorist have been heard and recorded in the FBI post in the Green Zone and relayed back to FBI headquarters in Washington DC. Storm decides he cannot wait for backup. He has to try to follow one of the two terrorists if it‘s not too late. When he reaches the end of the alley it’s simply a fifty-fifty guess as to which way to go. Storm chooses to go to the right. It appears to be more wide open with a clearer vision so he can see what is out in front of him. He knows what the Iranian looks like because he saw him the day before when he and Agent Roberts were following him, but he doesn’t have a clue what the other terrorist looks like. He walks down the alley for a couple of hundred yards, and he can’t believe his luck. He spots the Iranian milling around with a couple of other men in front of a fruit stand. As Storm draws closer, the Iranian looks up and sees him. He quickly yells out something that Storm cannot understand. Without hesitation the other two terrorists turn around and begin moving towards Storm. When they are within ten yards of Storm, one terrorist pulls out a long knife from under his robe. The other terrorist is holding an old Russian grenade in his hand. Storm yells, “Stop! I only want to talk to you.”

  One of the terrorist smiles and replies, “Infidel, the time is past for talking. The holy war is upon you now. You are going to die just like your friend.”

  Storm pulls out his pistol and yells, “Stop, you bastards, or I’
ll shoot!”

  The other terrorist yell back, “You Westerners are all alike. No guts. Prepare to die.” They both start running straight at Storm.

  Storm yells, “See you in paradise.” He quickly empties his pistol into the two terrorists killing both of them just a few feet in front of him. By now the alley had cleared leaving only Storm, the two dead terrorists, and the Iranian. As Storm walks towards the Iranian, he releases the empty clip from his pistol and inserts a new one. The Iranian begins stepping backwards into the fruit stand. Storm yells, “Stop, or I’ll blow a hole through your head!”

  The Iranian snaps back, “You’re a walking dead man. You’ll never leave this alley alive.”

  Storm replies, “You may be right: but if I don’t leave you, don’t leave.” He is now within a few feet of the Iranian. The Iranian turns sideways and pulls out a dagger from one of his sleeves. He throws it at Storm. The dagger embeds in his shoulder causing him to drop his pistol. The Iranian bends over and picks up Storm’s pistol, but before he could use it Storm kicks the Iranian’s legs out from under him. As the Iranian falls Storm reaches up and grabs the hand that the pistol was in. The two struggle on the ground, and the pistol fires twice. As the dust and smoke settle, two lifeless bodies lay in the middle of the alley. Finally one body begins to move. It is Storm. He shoves the dead Iranian off him, then he pulls the dagger out of his shoulder. The Iranian had been shot through the heart. Storm knows he has lost his last lead. He picks up the pistol then searches the Iranian for any ID. Finding nothing, Storm looks around. The alley is beginning to fill back up with people. He knows if he leaves the scene, the bodies will vanish: but if he stays the Iranian’s prediction will probably come true. Storm pulls out his cell phone and takes a picture of the dead Iranian. He then pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and uses it to cover his dagger wound. With one hand over his wound and the pistol in the other hand, Storm walks back down the alley in the direction from where he had left Roberts.

  Another day in paradise

  The Island of Bermuda is one of the most beautiful places in the world. With its pink beaches and turquoise waters surrounding the island one can easily get lost in the surreal natural beauty of the island. The twenty-one square mile island isolated in the western Atlantic consists of hundreds of tiny islands interconnected. Three of the most notable areas of the island are the west end which has the Royal Navy Dockyard, the east end which includes the Village of St. George’s, and the central area of the island which includes the city of Hamilton, the business and government hub for Bermuda.

  Today one of the local police inspectors was following up on a hot tip that a large drug sale was to take place in St. George’s after one of the weekly cruise ships docked. This was not just any police inspector, but Ian Savage, one of the most respected inspectors on the Bermuda Police Force. Savage, currently stationed at the St. George’s branch of the Bermuda Police Force, is Caucasian, six feet tall, medium build. At forty-six he’s very fit for his age with a past history of competing in the annual police boxing tournament. At the present time, Savage’s family was away for the summer visiting family in the UK.

  St. George's, a small village at the east end of the Island, its hilly with small winding roads that remind you of a small European village. The village has forts, the historic Unfinished Cathedral, several beaches, and is the shopping district for this end of the island.

  Inspector Savage had alerted the Bermuda Customs officers before today’s cruise ship arrived to be on the lookout for passengers trying to smuggle drugs into Bermuda. This was one of the most common ways during tourist season to smuggle illegal drugs into Bermuda. Drug dealers in the US and Bermuda would offer free trips to Bermuda. In return the cruise ship passenger would have to carry the drugs onboard the cruise ship and then make a delivery to another drug dealer in Bermuda.

  Savage and two other plain clothed officers stayed a hundred yards back from the ship at the entrance to King’s Square. Savage hoped that the Customs officers would discover the drug dealers as they went through the customs check points. He and his officers were keeping a keen eye out for anything suspicious that the Custom officers might miss. All was too quiet. Savage was beginning to worry that the drug couriers might mix so well with the tourists that they might slip by the Customs officers. Then by chance Savage noticed out of the corner of his eye a small speed boat closing in on the cruise ship from across St. George’s Harbor. As the speed boat grew closer, Savage recognized one of the passengers. It was a suspected drug dealer known as Black Jack. Black Jack was high on the Bermuda Police departments list of wanted drug dealers, but to date he was like Teflon. Nothing would stick to him. He could now see that the speed boat was on a direct course for the water side of the ship. Savage pointed to the cruise ship and yelled out, “Both of you get aboard the ship and make your way to the main deck on the opposite side of the ship. The smugglers are going to drop the drugs overboard.”

  The two officers quickly ran aboard the congested ship. Savage could see that with hundreds of tourists making their way off the ship they would not be able to catch the smugglers in time. Savage turned quickly trying to decide what to do, and then it hit him. Looking over at the tourist rental jet skis across the harbor he knew what to do. Savage ran back over the bridge connecting Ordinance Island and King's Square. Saving time from running around the square he turned and ran through a local pub that was on the harbor’s edge. Once through the pub he jumped over a rail and down on the jet ski dock. He quickly yelled at the attendant as he flashed his badge, “Son, this is police business. Which jet ski is ready to go?”

  The attendant pointed to the silver one. Savage jumped on the jet ski, fired it up and was off and ripping across the harbour in seconds. As Savage rounded the stern of the ship he could see that his officers were on the upper deck scuffling with some passengers. He then looked down and saw a person fishing out a package floating in the water with a fish net. Within seconds the package was aboard the speed boat. Savage could now see that he had been spotted by one of the drug dealers onboard the speed boat. At the same moment as the speed boat was about to take off, Savage saw someone jump off the cruise ship and land in the back of the speed boat. Savage assumed this was one of the smugglers trying to escape capture. As the speed boat sped off across the harbor Savage spun about in the jet ski and was in their wake in no time. As Savage closed in on the speed boat he could see what appeared to be two men fighting on the boat. Savage turned his attention to the front of the speed boat just in time to see someone pointing a spear gun at him. Before he could react the man pulled the trigger, and the spear headed straight towards Savage. Savage made a hard right with the jet ski, but failed to avoid the spear as it grazed his leg. Then the spear ripped through the back of the jet ski. Savage guided the jet ski back towards the speed boat. He pulled alongside the speed boat maxing out the jet ski. Savage knew he had only one chance. He rammed the side of the speed boat with such impact that he flipped onto the speed boat. He landed right on top of the two men fighting, knocking both of them overboard. Savage found himself laying flat on his back looking up at one of the drug dealers who was pointing a spear gun at him. Savage knew this thug. He said, “Well, Black Jack, this is the end of the line for you, mate.”

  Black Jack laughed and said, “You’re a bloody fool, Savage. This is the end of the line for you.” He pointed the spear gun at Savage and added, “See you in hell, flat foot.”

  Before he could pull the trigger Savage rolled over, kicking a seat cushion at Black Jack’s face causing him to trip and fall forward. As he fell the spear gun flipped over and dropped to the deck of the boat. Upon impact the spear gun discharged, firing the spear through Black Jack’s neck. He coughed, choked, and fell over dead. Savage jumped up and grabbed the last thug who was driving the speed boat. He jerked him out from behind the wheel, and then busted his chops with his powerful right hand. The goon never knew what hit him. Savage took control of the speed boat turning it
around to head back towards St. George’s. Within a hundred yards of the dock he was met by the St. George’s Harbor Patrol. The Harbor Patrol quickly boarded the speed boat, recovered the drugs and what was left of the drug dealers. Savage thanked the Harbor Patrol as they let him off on the dock in St. George’s. He also reminded them there were two drug smugglers floating in the harbor that needed to be picked up. He met up with his two officers who were waiting for him at Ordinance Island. Savage shook both of their hands and said, “Good job, mates! Let's go over to Shinbone Alley to the Shinbone Pub and celebrate with a cold one. The investigative reports can wait until tomorrow.” Although the Shinbone wasn't Savage's favorite pub in St. George's it was, in fact, a hangout for many of the bad elements on the east end of the island. The appearance of Savage in the pub would make the local criminals nervous. As the three walked through the double doors of the Shinbone Savage noticed a new sign on the door. He said, “Look, boys, the proprietor is expecting us.” The sign read “NO COPS”. Savage smiled and went over to the rail and said, “Bar keep, three of your best cold ones for me and my mates.” The bar keep grumbled, then went and got their beer. With one sip left in the mug Savage turned around to face the rest of the clientele. Raising his mug he said, “Cheers, mates! Tonight there are a few less drug dealers on the streets of Bermuda.” He swallowed the last of the beer and slammed it down on the bar saying, “Come on, mates. Let's leave these blokes staring into their suds.” All three left the bar and walked out the door. Luckily for Savage, firearms are banned in Bermuda. If not he would have been shot to pieces as he left the pub. The officers were off duty, and it was time to head home. Tomorrow would be a busy day filling out reports.