Free The Isle of Devils HOLY WAR by R. C. Farrington, Jason Farrington

you looking at me for, mate?” He turned back to Storm and said, “Houdini, get your bloody butt up here and pick this lock.”
     
    Storm stepped up to the gate and started to reach into his pocket. He quickly turned sideways kicking the gate with a karate kick. The chain and lock didn’t budge an inch, but the old hinges holding the gate to the fence post crumbled. The gate fell over on its side. Storm turned to Savage and said, “Sorry, I forgot my FBI issued lock pick. Will this do?”
     
    Savage replied, “I think so. I’ll go first and, Krack, you follow behind Storm.”
     
    The three went through the gate opening and down the steps to the ground level. They quickly crawled across the ground trying to stay out of sight, but that was impossible due to the bright lights. If a guard happened to be walking by they would be spotted. After crawling for about twenty yards they made it to a hill that ran parallel with the wall. Now they could crawl with the incline of the hill and stay in the shadows at the same time. As they made their way up the hillside Storm could see that they might be able to scale the wall at the highpoint of the hill. Storm was in the lead, closely followed by Savage with Krack bringing up the rear.
     
    The trio had no idea that they were being watched from the top of the wall that surrounded Casemate's. Krack was beginning to get nervous. As Storm and Savage crawled up the hillside, Krack began backing down the hillside. He reached the bottom of the hillside and turned to make his escape back to the road, but before he could move someone stepped out of the shadows and grabbed him. Krack was struck in the face knocking him back against the stone wall. He tried to shake it off, but before he could a rope was dropped over the side of the wall. The attacker quickly secured the rope around Krack and signaled someone on top of the wall to pull him up. With all the commotion Storm and Savage turned to look back down the hillside. Savage yelled out, “Look, those bloody Arabs have Krack!” Savage jumped up and began running back down the hillside with Storm not far behind him. But by the time they reached ground level all they could see was Krack being pulled over the top of the wall. Savage started banging his fist on the stone wall, but before he could say anything bullets began to rain down on the two from the top pinning them down.
     
    Storm grabbed Savage by the arm and pulled him back to the other side of the hill. They were now out of the line of fire, but they were also trapped. Storm turned to Savage and said, “I thought guns were illegal in Bermuda.”
     
    Savage replied, “I guess we forgot to tell that to the terrorists.”
     
    Storm added, “What now we can’t make it back to the gate without being shot. If there’s any of Hooda’s men up the hill at the storage tanks then we’re sitting ducks. ”
     
    Before Savage could reply an Arab from the top of the Casemate’s wall yelled down, “Infidels, we have your friend. If you want to see him alive again please step out into the open and show yourselves.”
     
    Savage yelled back, “Do you think we’re bloody idiots?”
     
    The Arab replied, “Who are you, and why have you trespassed?”
     
    Savage snapped back, “We’re just a couple of tourists from the cruise ship who’ve lost their way. What the hell are you shooting at us for?”
     
    The Arab laughed and said, “You Westerners are all alike. You will pay for your transgressions.”
     
    Storm elbowed Savage in his ribs and said, “We need to get our butts out of here, and then try to find Krack before they kill him.”
     
    Savage replied, “The only way we’re going to get out of here alive is to crawl along the base of this hillside and try to clear that chain link fence before they see us.”
     
    Storm asked, “Then what? It looks like a dead end to me.”
     
    Savage snapped back, “Just follow me, mate, and don’t ask questions.”
     
    The two