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Commissioner. Go ahead and hop on a ferry; then catch up with me at the Dockyard. Meanwhile I’ll keep tabs on our friends. Roger and out mate.” Storm made his way back to King’s Square and waited to catch the next ferry to Dockyard.
     
    Meanwhile the ferry that Savage was on had arrived at the Dockyard. Savage waited for the Arabs to exit the ferry then followed at a distance. The Arabs wasted very little time as they made their way around the dockyard and then by the clock tower and mall area. Savage was now very careful. He knew if they had left one terrorist back at the abandoned hotel to keep an eye on their room, then they must be on guard that they might be followed. Casemates prison was now in sight. This old Bermuda stone structure built in the 1830’s towers over the Dockyard like an impregnable medieval fortress. Casemates had been converted from a military barrack to a high security prison in 1961. The iron window cell bars were still as intimidating as they were years ago when the prison was occupied. The prison had been built as solid as any fort on the island. The building appeared to be a three story tall structure, but looks can be deceiving. It was actually a two story structure. What appeared to be the top floor was actually eight feet of concrete and brick. The barrack was built to withstand cannon balls and mortars fired from attacking ships off the coast of Bermuda. In its day, Casemates was considered impregnable. Savage was fairly sure that over the years there had never been a successful escape from Casemates. Savage closed the gap between himself and the Arabs, but there was a problem. He could only see two of them. Where was the other Arab? He stayed behind the stone entry wall of the Dockyard as the two approached the old iron gate to Casemates Prison. Once at the gate one of the Arabs pounded on it until it swung in about three feet. The two Arabs walked in without hesitation, and the gate slammed behind them. Savage looked around and walked through the stone archway. No sooner had he cleared the archway than someone from the other side of the wall jumped him from behind. Before Savage knew what hit him he was thrown against the stone wall cracking his forehead. His thin skin from past blows to his head during his boxing days ripped open, and blood began spewing down his face.
     
    The Arab saw the blood and yelled, “You fool this is what happens when you play with fire. You end up with the blood of the world on your hands.” He then reached for Savage’s neck to finish him off.
     
    Savage looked much worse than he really was, and by now his anger was at a boiling point after being cold cocked from behind. Before the Arab could grab his neck Savage threw up both of his arms blocking the Arab’s advance. He then went into boxing mode throwing two left jabs to the belly of the Arab. When the Arab bent over in pain, Savage threw a right uppercut fist landing in the middle of the Arab’s jaw sending him backwards to collapse on the pavement. Savage walked over to him and said, “Sorry mate, but this fight was stopped in the first round by a TKO”. He then bent over to pick up the Arab, but before he could he was rushed from the backside by several Arabs coming from Casemates to their comrade’s rescue. Before any more fighting could ensue Savage yelled, “Wait just a bloody minute. I’m just a passerby trying to help this poor soul who slipped and fell on the pavement.” The Arabs pushed Savage aside and helped their comrade into the prison. Savage took out a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped away the blood from his face. He walked over to the prison gate and attempted to push it open. It was an exercise in futility. The gate was locked. Savage looked through the small crack between the two gates, but all he could see were piles of debris in the entry yard to the prison. They must have been cleaning out the prison cells to make living quarters for the occupants working on