The War of Assassins (The Redaction Chronicles Book 5)

One Town. One Night. One Man Against the Mafia.

In the shadowed hills of Sicily, a Mafia vendetta threatens to wipe a town off the map. The brutal killers of La Cosa Nostra have issued an ultimatum to Castello di Luce: hand over the family of a man who crossed them, or face annihilation. As fear grips the town and hope fades, an unexpected figure appears — Jack “Gorilla” Grant.

What begins as a mission to eliminate a target quickly drags Gorilla into a night of chaos and bloodshed. With time running out, he leads a desperate band of townspeople in a last-stand assault against the mob. From the rugged Sicilian countryside to the war-torn Congo and the deadly alleys of Palermo, Beyond Impact is a relentless thriller of retribution, sacrifice, and survival.

Jack “Gorilla” Grant returns in The War of Assassins, a 10th anniversary entry in The Redaction Chronicles, set between A Game for Assassins and Sentinel Five.

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Excerpt from the book

Palermo, Sicily, 1966

The assassin sat relaxed and comfortable in the early evening light. Before him, on the small wooden table, was the instrument of death that he would use soon and beside that was the high optic spotting scope that he used to peer through sporadically at the balcony, the target area.

He would not touch the weapon until the last moment, such was his focus and respect for the nuances of the weapon and what it could achieve this day.

He could have completed his mission with a long-range snipers’ rifle, but this was no time for subtlety. The killing should be loud and noisy and brutal. It should send a roar of a message to those who doubted what was happening.

The weapon was powerful, probably the most powerful that he had ever killed with and, he reflected, in his history he had killed a lot of targets.

He had never thought of himself as an artist before. But for this particular contract he had taken great pains to be creative in his work. Could he have killed just the one target and ended the mission? Quite possibly, yes.

But he had learned over many years that it was not just enough to ‘remove’ the target, the man. You also had to remove the infrastructure, the organisation that had created the man. Let the organisation survive and a replacement would be found within hours. Chop off one head and another grows in its place.

No, the best way to destroy was from the inside out. Today would be his final kill for this mission, maybe even forever. He wondered what it would be like to never have to take a human life again. Did he welcome it, or would he find it difficult to fill the void that was an integral part of being a professional assassin?

The target’s residence was a private villa on the outskirts of Palermo. The Villa Rossi was surrounded by a twelve-foot outer wall. Guards roamed the interior of the grounds. Security was tight.

In theory, the security on display was enough to stop the casual intruder, maybe even a lone gunman. But it would be no match for the instrument of death that lay on the table before the assassin today.

The assassin’s perch was located inside the top floor bedroom of a private residence less than three hundred feet away from the villa. He had been in place for the past three hours, since late afternoon, ready and waiting.

The people who owned the property, a rich elderly couple, had been treated with respect but had been left in no doubt that he would use force if they resisted him. They had been bound and gagged and placed on a bed in the next room. When the mission was completed, they would be released unharmed.

From his position, the assassin had a direct line of sight to where he expected his target to appear. He would fire and be gone in minutes.