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but he was having a hard time trying to understand it. It sounded like someone talking to boats off the coast of Bermuda. Storm pulled out his walkie talkie and said, “Savage, come in.”
     
    Savage replied, “Roger mate.”
     
    Storm said, “Listen to this, and tell me what it is.” He held the phone up to the radio and let Savage listen for a minute.
     
    Savage spoke up, “That’s good, Storm. It’s Harbor Radio talking to boats entering and leaving Bermuda waters. I wonder why they would be listening to Harbour Radio?”
     
    Storm replied, “Not a clue, but I also found enough firearms to rob a bank with.”
     
    Savage added, “You better get your butt out of there before you’re seen.”
     
    Storm responded, “Roger and out.” Storm put the phone back in his pocket. He shoved the vanity back in place. Just as he was turning around to leave the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of a huge blade coming right towards his head. Storm ducked and was only grazed as he fell against the vanity. Storm and Savage must have missed another Arab who had been watching the hotel. The Arab screamed out, “Infidel, why have you trespassed in this room?”
     
    Storm was quick to gather his wits. Without hesitation he gave the Arab a karate kick that knocked him out of the bathroom and onto the floor. Storm said, “Sorry, mister, I’m just a lost tourist. I guess this is not my room.” Storm walked over to the Arab, but before he could get to him the Arab had gotten to his feet. Picking up his machete he began to swing it at Storm. Storm backed up to the wall across the room from the Arab. He instinctively reached behind his back for his pistol in his holster forgetting he had had lost it in the ocean. Then he said, “Oh crap.”
     
    Before he could say anything else the Arab threw the machete at him. The machete caught the edge of Storm’s shirt pinning him against the wall. The Arab ripped open his shirt exposing two grenades secured to suspenders he was wearing. He reached up to each grenade pulling the pins and yelled out, “Paradise awaits me, infidel! The power of Cobra will send the West into extinction.” He charged at Storm with his arms out ready to grab Storm as the grenades were about to explode.
     
    In an instant Storm tore his shirt free from the wall yelling back, “The only place you’re going is to hell and not with me.” He kicked his legs out causing the Arab to trip and then grabbed him by the shoulders and drove his head through the sheetrock wall causing the Arab to be hopelessly stuck. Storm then turned and ran towards the hotel room window crashing through the glass at the same moment the grenades exploded totally demolishing the old hotel room. Storm smashed against the metal railing on the walkway and ended up face down on the walkway as the explosion blew through the window above him. Within seconds only smoke was flowing out of the window. Storm stood up and looked back, but with all the smoke he could not see a thing in the room. He knew he had better clear the area before the Bermuda authorities arrived. He quickly ran down the walkway, down the stairs, and back up the hill through the bushes. As soon as he cleared the hotel property he called Savage on the phone. Storm clicked the phone and said, “Savage, this is Storm. Come in and make it fast.”
     
    Savage replied, “Hey mate, come in. Did you find anything?”
     
    Storm clicked back, “That’s an understatement. You better call the Commissioner and tell him that one of the foreign guests at the abandoned hotel got a bang out of his stay.”
     
    Savage clicked back, “Are you kidding me?”
     
    Storm clicked again, “No, in fact, our three friends don’t have a place to stay tonight. There was a fourth Arab left watching the room that we didn’t know about, but not to worry. He and his two grenades are now in paradise, and I don’t mean Bermuda.”
     
    Savage clicked and said, “Roger that. I’ll alert the