It's the height of the Cold War, and a team of assassins is targeting agents of the British Intelligence. In desperation, the agency sends their best agent to hunt down the killers.
Jack "Gorilla" Grant isn't your typical secret agent. Uncompromising and rough-edged, he doesn't fit in with the debonair intelligence operatives.
Drawn into a deadly game, Jack soon realizes that even the perfect spy can die in a wilderness of mirrors.
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The harsh daylight sun was finally receding, giving way to a more comfortable and cooler evening. Despite this, the bugs and gnats from the nearby swamp still swarmed about, hoping to gather in the last vestiges of the day's heat and occasionally picking at the six prone bodies lying in the roadside ditch.
The killers had been in place for the past three hours, waiting, sweating, and ignoring the bugs and the heat. They numbered eight in total; six Dominicans and two Europeans. The Europeans and four of the indigenous team were waiting in the ditch for the target; the remaining two were parked a few hundred meters up the road in cars, acting as spotters. It was also their job to act as ramming vehicles, to trap the forthcoming limousines of ‘El Benefactor’ in the center of the kill zone.
The ‘Catalan’ glanced over at his partner the ‘Georgian’. They were both dressed in civilian clothes, short-sleeved shirts, hard-wearing slacks and work boots. The field radio crackled into life. The two Europeans glanced at each other one more time and their eyes met. They knew this was it. No false alarms, no backing down, no mistakes. The killing would start soon.
“La luz Es brillante, la luz Es brilliante,” the spotter shrieked into the radio. “The Light is Bright.” It was the code for the imminent passing of El Benefactor's motorcade.
The killers had been funded and encouraged by the Americans from the Embassy, and the arrival of these two European specialists had spurred them on from what had once been the kernel of an idea, into something that was about to become very real.
