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Glasgow, Scotland, 1981. The McLachlan family have dominated the criminal underworld for more than a decade. Masters in extortion, murder and heroin trafficking, they hold the city in their iron fist.
But a war is coming to Glasgow; a war unlike anything the McLachlans have known before. Over the course of one night, they will discover the wrath of one man: Jack "Gorilla" Grant, former spy and now freelance assassin.
And he plays by his own set of violent, unforgiving rules.
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Gorilla Warfare
James Quinn
Copyright (C) 2017 James Quinn
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Published 2021 by Next Chapter
Edited by Simone Beaudelaire
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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The events of the novella “Gorilla Warfare” take place over one night in 1981 in Glasgow, Scotland.
The story is set some seven years after the events of Book 3 of the Redaction Chronicles: Rogue Wolves. While there are some character references to the previous books, this novella is a standalone and can be read independently of the main novels.
J.Q
Grief is the price we pay for love Queen Elizabeth II
Beware of him that is slow to anger; for when it is long coming, it is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept. Abused patience turns to fury. Francis Quarles
6.10 pm - Struan's Bar, Glasgow, November 1981
It was dark outside when the little killer came into the bar blasting. He was only there for answers, not to ask questions.
The fleshy-faced bartender, a tough scot from Dunfermline, had a brief moment to register the door calmly swinging open and a short figure emerging dressed in a dark suit, white shirt, dark tie, black leather gloves and sunglasses. The most remarkable thing about the well-dressed visitor was the pistol grip pump action shotgun attached to a one point sling looped around his shoulder. He looked like he knew his way around it comfortably.