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

backswing. Savage hit the top of the wall like a ton of bricks. It took every ounce of energy Savage had to hang on to the outside of the wall. The forty foot drop would be the end of Savage.
     
    Storm yelled out, “Hang on!” He jumped up to the wall and grabbed both of Savage’s wrists.
     
    Just when he was about to help pull Savage back over the wall he heard someone walking up behind him and saying, “Infidel, get off that wall before I put a bullet through your head.”
     
    Storm whispered to Savage, “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
     
    Savage huffed back, “Not to worry, mate,” as he clung on for his life.
     
    Storm pushed back as hard as he could with his arms. As he flung his body backwards he kicked out his legs. While spinning he managed to deliver two kick blows to the Arab’s head in rapid succession. The Arab went down, but he was only dazed. He still managed to stand back up and release the safety on his Ak-47. Before he could pull the trigger, Storm grabbed the Arab’s head and snapped it sideways killing him instantly. Storm turned and went back to the wall. He grabbed Savage’s hands and began pulling him up and over the top.
     
    Savage, a little shakily said, “Mate, thanks for the hand. I thought you left without me.” He looked over to see the lifeless body on the ground and asked, “Who’s your friend, mate?”
     
    Storm replied, “That’s the terrorist that just about did both of us in.” He bent over and picked up the AK-47 saying, “Well, at least now we have a gun.”
     
    Savage spoke up, “Storm, we better get moving before one of his mates comes looking for him or us. We’ll go up those stairs over there that lead up to the next level where we can surely find a way into Casemates.”
     
    The two quickly ran up the old Bermuda stone stairs with rusty cast iron hand rails hoping to enter Casemates undetected.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Who’s Watching Who
     
    The two reached the top of the stairs and quickly decided to move north along Casemates to look for a safe way into the fortress. The windows all still had iron bars on them left over from the prison days of Casemates. The two could not help but peek through some of the old cell windows as they crawled by. There was still old graffiti all over the cell walls from prisoners from the past, but there was also a new disturbing graffiti that the two had noticed as they moved by each cell window. Savage finally stopped and whispered to Storm, “What the hell is it with all these drawings of cobras doing vile things? Three windows back I saw a cobra wrapped around the Statue of Liberty with its fangs dug into her neck. Two windows back I saw a cobra shredding an American flag with its fangs. Now this drawing has cobras swarming all over the western countries of the world. What’s this fixation with cobras?”
     
    Storm whispered back, “Well, mate, I’ll bet you a million bucks that these bloody terrorist call themselves Cobra. The terrorist at the hotel also used the name Cobra.”
     
    Savage replied, “You think so?”
     
    Storm smiled and added, “Yeah, I think so. When we get inside I’ll ask the first terrorist we see if he doesn’t try to kill us.”
     
    Savage snapped back, “Ok, smart ass. Let’s get moving before we’re spotted.” The two continued crawling along the wall looking for a safe way in.
     
    As they turned the corner on the back side of Casemates Savage threw his arm back trying to stop Storm. Savage pointed up to the old prison guard tower and whispered, “Look, Storm, there’s a guard keeping an eye on the old prisoner exercise yard.”
     
    Storm whispered back, “He must be looking for us. Do you thing we can still sneak by without him looking down and spotting us?”
     
    Savage gave a thumbs up and started to move as close to the wall as he could. Savage hadn’t moved ten yards when a voice from above yelled out, “Stop! You in the shadows! Identify