The Isle of Devils HOLY WAR

THE

isle of devils

Holy War

The Secret of Cooper’s Island

Destination Dockyard

Who’s Watching Who

Tunnels of Death

The Fangs of Cobra

Bust’ in Out

Locked and Loaded

Harbour Radio

The Black Squall

Wonderful People who contributed to this book:

Jason Farrington has created outstanding graphic designs for this novel.

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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.