The Isle of Devils HOLY WAR Read Online Free PDF Page A

I wonder why people would choose to live in this dump?”
     
    Savage replied, ‘This old hotel has been deserted for years. Only homeless people or people who can’t afford to pay rent live here. The Government just ignores the fact that they’re squatters. The Arabs must be staying here not wanting to draw any attention to themselves. These old hotel rooms have no utilities or locks on their doors. The homeless occupants have an honor system and leave each other belongings alone.”
     
    Storm added, “Well, tomorrow I’ll be paying their room a little visit.”
     
    Savage interrupted by saying, “Don’t be over dressed tomorrow or you might be noticed by the other occupants. You’ll get your scrawny butt kicked for trespassing.” The two left the old property and made their way back to King’s Square. They parted company and agreed to meet in the morning.
     
    The next morning the two men caught up with each other in King’s Square. As Savage approached he flipped a small walkie talkie phone to Storm saying, “Here, mate, I borrowed these two phones from the Department. These phones also work like walkie talkies so we’re only a click away from each other.”
     
    Storm replied, “I’m impressed. But I thought the police department had no knowledge of what the two of us are doing?”
     
    Savage laughed and added, “I didn’t say I checked them out; I said I borrowed them.”
     
    Storm smiled and replied, “Ok, then I’m on my way back to our friends living quarters, and you can tag along with them to work.” The two shook hands and departed on their separate ways.
     
    Savage spotted the three foreigners as they entered the square. He followed them aboard the ferry for the long trip to Dockyard. Meanwhile, Storm was making his way back to the abandoned hotel and then up to the third floor. He was dressed in blue jeans and an old dirty t-shirt. Savage had been correct. Storm appeared to be just another one of the local inhabitants. To his pleasant surprise Storm found the door to the Arab’s room unlocked just as Savage had said it would be. He quietly entered the room closing the door behind himself. After looking around for a few minutes Storm called Savage on the walkie talkie. Storm said, “Savage, come in. Can you read me?”
     
    Savage replied back, “Roger, I hear you loud and clear. What’s up?”
     
    Storm added, “This may be a dead end. All I see here are mats on the floor, some bags of groceries in the corner, and backpacks of clothing. Other than that there’s not much of anything here.”
     
    Savage responded, “Double check the backpacks and clear out. Have to go. We’re almost at the dockyard. I’ll check back with you later. Roger and out, mate.”
     
    Storm replied, “Roger and out.” Storm went back over to the backpacks and started going through them again hoping to find some kind of lead. While he was searching through one of the bags, he stopped and listened. It sounded like a radio transmission from the bathroom. Storm dropped the backpack and walked into the bathroom. He could still hear the radio, but it sounded muffled like it was hidden somewhere. The bathroom only had a shower, a toilet and a vanity in it; so where in the world was the sound coming from? Storm opened the doors to the vanity; there was nothing inside. He then lifted the lid off the tank on the toilet, and it was empty. There wasn’t even water inside it. The sound was driving him crazy. Where was it coming from? When Storm looked closer at the vanity he noticed that the caulk that would normally seal the vanity to the wall was missing. There was a gap between the wall and the vanity. Storm leaned over and listened. The sound was coming from behind the vanity. He reached over grabbing the vanity with both hands and pulled it away from the wall. To his surprise the dead space in the wall was filled with radio equipment, small firearms and ammunition. Storm could hear the chatter on the radio,