PRIMAL Unleashed Quotes

“Bishop wasn’t big on nightclubs; jumping around on a dance floor with four hundred people off their heads on drugs hardly seemed like fun.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Range Rover parked at the entrance to the”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“action!” “Roger, I’ve got visual on the target,” whispered Mirza. “At least two of the Iranians are in the building.” One of the old men drinking coffee gave him a strange look.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Holy shit! Aleks, you have to see this. It’s like a candy store for hit men down here.” His head appeared at the top of the stairs, a huge grin plastered across his face. “They’ve got all my favorite cellars.” He struggled to lift an armful of weapons up onto the kitchen floor. “HK, Beretta, Browning, Mossberg, even Sig Sauer.” He lifted a pistol out of the pile. “A Colt—1911, if I am correct. A fantastic year.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Right now I owe it to Saneh to have a little faith. She’s saved my life three times in the last forty-eight hours.” “You can have all the faith you want. Hell, you can have a whole goddamn church full of it.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“The veteran PRIMAL operative checked for trip mines. Nothing says you’re not welcome like having your legs blown off, he thought.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Give…give me a second.” Aleks spoke quietly. He lifted his hands to his face, wiping the sweat and tears from his eyes, then with an almighty roar, he rose up like a grizzly bear, grabbed the chair that had held him prisoner, and smashed it into Dostiger’s remaining interrogator. The man doubled over, trying to shield his face. Aleks dropped the chair and grabbed him by his collar, hauling him across the room like a doll. He swept the man’s legs from under him, catching him around the neck in a powerful chokehold. The solid Russian’s bicep bulged and the man’s face turned a deathly gray as Aleks whispered something in his ear. The man’s eyes grew wide and he scrabbled at the Russian’s arm in a feeble attempt to escape the deathly grip, then with a shudder, he went limp and was dropped to the floor unconscious. Aleks turned and spat at the corpse of the other torturer. “This piece of shit was going to drill out my eyes. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“directed attention to a heavy broadsword fastened to the wall. “The man who owned this sword, a Frenchman, believed it the only weapon worthy of his hand. He died with a peasant’s arrow in his chest.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Club Kyiv’s “exclusive” clientele seemed to consist of young rich kids intermingled with overweight businessmen in suits and gold-digging prostitutes. Bishop couldn’t tell the difference between the working girls and the women there simply for a good time. To him they all looked the same, and he had never seen so many fake breasts, collagen-enhanced lips, hair extensions, and spray tans in one spot before. These girls wore the shortest skirts he had ever seen. How the hell do they stay warm showing that much skin, he wondered. They looked ridiculous in their winter coats with skinny bare legs protruding beneath them. Like ostriches, he realized with a smile.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“The serviced apartment was advertised as a luxury penthouse, but the reality was very different; it looked like the set of a bad eighties TV show. White leather couches and lime-green linoleum tiles may have been fashionable thirty years ago, but now they were about as stylish as disco. For five hundred US a week, the place was a dump, but Bishop didn’t care. The apartment had the one redeeming feature the team needed: From the full-length balcony it offered a 270-degree panorama of downtown Kiev and perfect views of the Dostiger residence. Discreetly positioned”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Texas one-three, Texas one-three, this is Nemesis Four. Do you read me, over?” Kev replied immediately, “This is Texas one-three. I don’t know who the hell you are but we need assistance ASAP!” “Texas one-three, tell your forward troops to keep their heads down. We have close air support on-station in five minutes. Hang in there, the Pain Train is inbound. Nemesis Four out.” “What the hell?” yelled Kev. “Who the fuck is this Nemesis, Jimmy, and what the fuck is a pain train?”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Anton looked away, staring at the passing traffic as they drove through Kiev’s quiet back streets. “I don’t know. Ah, it is hard for me to ask these questions. If Dostiger finds out, he won’t just kill me. He’ll fucking torture me.” “Come on, Anton, he’s not going to torture you,” Saneh said. “Yes, yes, he will! He’s got a special room for it at the club. I’m serious. If he finds out, then I’m fucked.” “I understand,” Saneh said,”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Now we just have to break into the house of the most dangerous man in the Ukraine and thwart his plans to supply a psychotic warmonger. I’d much prefer to park a car bomb in his lounge and blow the shit out of him.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Not once had the Afghan warlord invited him down to the tents they had erected below the work site. Khan and his group of Taliban had established a comfortable camp complete with carpets and servants. At night Yanuk watched them through his night vision goggles. While he slept in the open and ate from cans, these peasants were living it up like they were on some sort of camping trip, eating roasted goat and taking turns to sodomize one of their young servants.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“One man’s terrorist was another man’s oil broker.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“Remember, Bish,” Vance growled, “this is a covert op. No blowing shit up or jazzing up the local law enforcement. If Dostiger realizes we’re onto him, he’ll just get the fuck out of Dodge. Keep this clean, not like that shitfight in the Philippines.” The recent Philippines operation that Vance was alluding to had started as a simple case of surveillance, followed by a precise assassination. Instead, Bishop and his team had taken it upon themselves to sink a people-smuggler’s ship, initiating a gunfight with the criminal’s guards and the local authorities. “OK, OK, I get it.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“PRIMAL’s specialist airborne platform. Looks like a run-of-the-mill air freighter, but Mitch has decked this baby out to do just about anything. She can jam radar, track aircraft, deliver bombs, drop supplies, and even launch drones. She’s an all-singing, all-dancing Special Operations support craft—state-of-the-fuckin’-art!” “All that from one platform? That’s superb!” Mirza said as he inspected the aircraft. “Well, if you like that, my good man, then you’re going to love this.” Mitch reached into the pocket of his gray coveralls and pulled out a small device. “This is a little piece of technology I custom-built myself. I call it iPRIMAL.” “iPRIMAL?” Mirza said, staring at what looked like a large touch-screen phone. “Well, actually it’s your combat interface, but iPRIMAL makes it sound sexier.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“He stood for a few seconds watching the corpse spasm and shock hit him hard like a punch to the stomach. Fuck! That could have been me, he thought. Mirza grasped his arm, dragging him to his senses. The Indian lectured, “Sir, you can’t always rely on yourself. A single straw is useless, but together, many straws make a broom.” What? Broom? His thoughts muddled, Bishop rubbed at his throat, leaning wearily on the soldier. “Is that the same straw that broke the camel’s back, Mirza?” he croaked. “What are you, a fucking philosopher now?” His words sounded ungrateful but the expression on his face told a different story. “Thanks, mate.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“They were all wearing grubby, torn jeans and sported the usual talismans and charms to ward off bullets. He smiled grimly as he noticed one of them wearing a bright-red life jacket over his bare torso; some of the Africans had strange ideas regarding protective equipment.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed

“It might be better for me to stay in the vehicle,” he said. “We don’t want to appear overly intimidating to these men.” No chance of that, thought Bishop, you look like the Indian version of Elton John. “Should be OK, sir. They’ll probably respect an officer of your rank.” “Yes, good point, lieutenant,” the senior officer replied unconvincingly, adjusting the beret perched on his balding, perspiring head.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Unleashed