PRIMAL Fury Quotes

“everyone deserves two things in life: respect and justice.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“I might seem calm, but in my head I’ve already killed you twice.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Bishop, and”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Problem is, you Australians wear your heart on your sleeve. Us Americans, we’ve gotten used to every fucker hating us.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“What’s in this for us?” one of the Chinese asked quietly. “Eternal gratitude,” Masateru said. “But if you need additional motivation I will give you a million yen for every Westerner you kill. Other, even more profitable arrangements have also been made with your bosses.” The mention of a reward set tongues wagging and it took a few seconds for the posse of hardened gangsters to return their attention back to the waka-gashira.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“As they pushed through the swinging steel doors, a bullet smashed into Aleks’s back. He grunted and snapped his pistol around to face the threat. The smoking revolver was held in the shaking hand of the Yamaguchi-gumi clan leader. “I’m on your side, fuckhead,” Aleks snapped, pushing the revolver down with a gloved hand and entering the industrial-size kitchen.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Kurtz kicked open the front door and was greeted by an AK-wielding maniac. The Korean screamed with rage, firing his gun blindly from the hip. Kurtz double-tapped him in the face, blowing his brains across the landing.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“A noodle slipped through Aleks’s chopsticks and back into the bowl. “Sweet mother Russia! How do these people not starve to death?” He lifted the bowl up to his face and used the sticks to shovel the noodles into his mouth. “That’s right, Aleks, you focus on the important things.” “What? I’m sorry, did my eating interrupt your whine? Perhaps you would like some cheese with that.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“If you don’t tell me what I want to know I’m going to take you out to your balcony, give you one last look at the lights of Kobe, and then help you over the rail. From this high up you will make a lovely smear on the street. Just another high-powered executive who burned out.” The businessman wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sleeve of his shirt. His beady eyes darted back and forth between the two balaclava-wearing PRIMAL operatives. “OK, what do you want to know?”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Kurtz took the Frenchman’s phone from the pile of his things they had placed on a workbench. He checked the calls and then the messages. “These texts, are they from him?” “Yes!” “Good.” Kurtz pulled the sim card from the phone, took his iPRIMAL from his pocket, and inserted it in the purpose-designed slot. He uploaded the data from the card and sent it to the Bunker. “They’re going to kill me now,” the Frenchman wept. “No, they’re not,” Kurtz said quietly as he took his pistol from his jacket. “Because I am.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Kurtz stood next to Rémi’s head so the now terrified policeman could see what he was doing. He held up the cook’s knife and a phallic-looking cut of beefsteak. “The blade is Wüsthof.” He smiled. “Good German steel.” He cut cleanly through the meat, effortlessly slicing the fibers of the muscle. “And I’m going to use it to cut off your cock.” “MASATERU! Masateru, he’s the only one I’ve ever talked to. He handles all the shipments and payments. I just find the gangs who supply the girls. That’s it. That’s all.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Race you back. Bet you twenty bob I win.” Mitch pressed the ignition button of his customized ride. The 1,000cc engine roared to life. “You serious? God knows what you’ve done to that thing. Probably goes like a jackrabbit on meth.” “Come on, Vance, everyone knows you and Flash are the biker heads. There’s no way yours is stock.” Vance grinned as he climbed into his ATV, barely fitting inside the roll cage. He turned over the engine and it gave an angry snarl. “OK, you’re on.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“In the debris of war the rats grow fat on death,”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Kenta shrugged him off and swung the dildo like a baton, smashing it into the prisoner’s face. The tool became a blur of black rubber as he flailed the man, each blow making a sickening, wet thud. Within seconds their captive had fallen sideways out of the chair, head slamming onto the metal floor. Blood flowed from his face as he tried feebly to protect himself from the bludgeoning sex implement. The muscle-bound Yamaguchi was grunting but showed no sign of tiring. His victim’s face was now a bloodied mess, eyes swollen shut, nose destroyed beyond recognition. Bishop didn’t try to stop him. Kenta had lost five of his friends in the last twelve hours, seen the putrid condition of the Mori-Kai slaves, and now his rage was spewing out of him, engulfing everything it touched. Even after he had beaten the man into unconsciousness Kenta continued to bludgeon away, the blows slowing as fatigue set in. Finally he stopped, chest heaving, and dropped the bloodied club on the floor next to the battered body. “I’m sorry.” Kenta walked back into the corridor. Bishop shrugged. “Like you said, he wouldn’t have talked.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“We’re outmatched.” Saneh fired two rounds in the direction of the vans parked in the garage. “That’s what the Russians thought in Stalingrad.” “You want to wait for winter to kill them?”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“The two Yamaguchi henchmen who had slid the doors shut joined the group. They were dressed in the dark suits and white shirts that seemed to be the uniform of traditional Yakuza. Bishop shook his head. “Some tailor’s making a killing off you guys.” Kenta looked at him blankly. “Never mind. Go on.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“He’s a real piece of work. I watched him slice a girl’s face like he was peeling an orange.” “He never fit in with the Yamaguchi-gumi.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Then that hunch of yours has turned out pretty well.” “It’s a bit early but it would seem so.” “Getting more like Bishop every week.” Vance grinned. Chua frowned. “Unlikely. Unless I start chasing random women and getting myself ambushed every five minutes.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Fine.” Aleks accelerated again. “But if we both end up dead and in hell, I’m not going to talk to you again.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Kurtz pulled the glove compartment open and handed a set of thermal-imaging goggles to Aleks. He pulled his own pair on over his face. “You get smarter every day: It’s light outside, comrade space cadet.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“How’s your English?” “My English is passable.” “That’s good news. The bad news is, I’m not even going to try to pronounce your name. How about I just call you Hero?” Takahiro stared at him through tinted lenses. “If that is what you want to call me, then that is what you can call me. Now follow.” He led Bishop back to the waiting area. “What’s going on?” Saneh asked. “This is Hero, our new liaison; he wants us to follow him.” “Hero?” Saneh asked. “Trust me, you don’t want to try his full name, wheelbarrow something or other.” Saneh rolled her eyes”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“The first Yakuza sedan screeched to a halt mere inches from its bumper. The driver of the Mercedes honked his horn and wound down his window, yelling angrily. The police car gave an almost apologetic wail of its siren and backed out of the entrance, leaving a gap. “Pretty bloody clear who’s running the show,” murmured Bishop. “I’m not sure this was a good idea,” responded Saneh. “This was your idea.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Saneh raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. “Really? Aden Bishop wants to give up on a tenuous lead and wait for better intelligence? Avoid running into what could by all accounts be a trap?” Bishop laughed. “OK, not when you put it like that.” “You’re getting a little wiser in your old age, Aden.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“The Yakuza have people in every level of government. They are part of our life. We either learn to live with it or we end up dead.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“Kurtz grabbed the front of the thug’s shirt and jerked him out of his seat. He dragged the wounded prisoner down the center of the helicopter, between the girls. Reaching the back of the chopper he punched the button that activated the clamshell doors. They swung open with a hiss and the wind whipped into the aircraft. No one could hear what Kurtz said to the prisoner; he held him by the front of his shirt, their faces inches apart. The Yakuza thug glanced over his shoulder at the ground racing by underneath. He turned back and said something in a panic, his face a mask of terror. Then he disappeared, dropped from the back of the helicopter. Kurtz hit the button for the doors and they closed with a snap, returning the cabin to a more tolerable level of noise. Then he walked between the two lines of stunned teenagers and sat back down next to Bishop. They stared at him in shock. “Mori-Kai,” Kurtz said flatly. “Does that mean anything to you?”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury

“What brings you to house of God?” The church’s Orthodox priest approached them with his hands up, speaking calmly in Hungarian-accented English. “We seek refuge from evil men, father,” Aleks replied, flashing an Interpol identification card before hefting one of the heavy pews toward the door. Kurtz helped him wedge it against the wood. The priest disappeared through a side door into the vestibule and returned moments later with an ancient-looking double-barreled shotgun and bandolier of shells. As he moved to secure the other doors in the church, Kurtz gave the priest a quizzical look. “Someone must defend the church,” the priest said as he cracked open the weapon and dropped a pair of cartridges into the chambers. He stood protectively over Aurelia. “I spent a little time in the army when I was a younger man.”
― Jack Silkstone, PRIMAL Fury