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When a young street-fighter from Belfast is recruited by the I.R.A. he becomes one of the most feared men the city has ever seen. He works tirelessly for his masters, but is there someone else out there with information that might make him question his loyalties? When starting down the road of revenge, you must first dig two graves. This man disagrees with Confucius. He knows that two graves won't be nearly enough. Northern Ireland, 1978. Butch knew all there was to know about survival; he was an expert. Having grown up in Belfast, one of the most dangerous cities in the world, violence had been his constant companion. A little short of stature and a bit underweight he had been the target of bullies, but his early years brawling on the streets had taught him how to survive in this violent, segregated city. In his late teens he'd perfected his own unique form of street fighting, turning it into a virtual art form. By the time he'd reached his mid twenties he'd earned the reputation as a violent man, one best avoided. Though he didn't know it at the time Butch was soon to become one of the most feared of Belfast's many hard-men.
THE HIT MAN. Page after page he studied the contents of times, dates and locations. Finally he arrived at the collection of images; cars, houses and offices along with their associated blueprints. Then he saw the photograph showing the face of his new target. 'Jesus, Mary and Joseph,' Liam thought. 'I'd happily pay to hit this bastard myself.'
THE BUTCHER. He took the knife in his hand. It felt good and, when he pushed the brass release button, he couldn't help but grin to himself as the razor-like blade flew out of the side. He fell instantly in love with the knife. From the sight of the action to the hissing sound the blade made as it shot out, it seemed they were made for each other. This switchblade, The Killer, had been carried always, and used to wonderful effect ever since.
THE SNIPER. It was always far better to shoot them in the guts. They would die eventually, but their prolonged screams of agony seemed to really unsettle the rest of squad.
THE ENGLISHMAN. He was a very quiet, private and sad-looking man who, though only forty-seven, appeared considerably older than his years. Passing his fellow shopkeepers he offered a polite "good morning" to each of them. No one really knew that much about him, with the exception that he was English and quiet, but most of all he seemed very lonely. He was neither liked nor disliked by anyone, including the hard line republicans who, though they hated the Brits with a passion, simply tolerated this pathetic, old man.
THE SPANIARD. And you are a good killer, Mr. Butch. I think you are the best killer I ever see.
THE TRAINER. You will do as you are told. You are a soldier of the I.R-fucking A. Do you fucking understand me McCann?
THE BOSS LADY. A challenge for power here among our brave E.T.A. freedom fighters means to fight to the death, and the challenger has the choice of weapons. Do you understand this Mr. Butch?
THE PARTNERSHIP. 'What's in Sitges?' asked Darren, 'Why are we going there?' 'Want the long story - or the short one?' sighed a disgruntled Thomas who obviously was not very keen on the Spanish heat. 'Short one'll do.' 'To kill someone.' 'Ah.'
THE WARDEN. Each day began with him slowly dressing in his uniform, assessing his appearance in a full-length mirror, adjusting the eye patch to exactly the right angle. He would arrive at the prison immaculately presented, but he'd had to buy several extra uniform shirts. Sometimes the blood just wouldn't come out.Liam is an ex-IRA enforcer, now he's a British Government sponsored hit man. His orders? To eliminate whomever his masters deem necessary. His kills take place in Ireland, Spain, England and the USA.Life story of an English couple I met in the Bahamas. They say it's a tale of Coal mines, Corruption and Contraband, along with a few cocktails in the Caribbean. A working class couple's fun and sometimes dangerous life journey from a bleak,
barren and defeated Yorkshire mining town to the tranquil, tropical islands of the Bahamas. True story, of getting there, without winning the Lottery. Told in their own words and written by me, Jack.Harry Emmerson. He was once known as a real wimp, small, quiet and timid, a real weakling of a teenage boy. Taken by his parents "down south" from his native Yorkshire at fourteen years of age. There, despite constantly looking for ways to fit in, he was bullied and ridiculed by all who knew him. Until one day, after suffering months of beatings and torment. He'd had enough, and turned. Now they'll tell you in a whisper, he's terrifying. Even life's "Hard Men" grew to fear and avoid him. Delinquent is Harry's story.
Jack Elgos was born in the industrial north of England. He left school with no education to speak of and his handwriting is illegible to this day. He first joined the family firm but quickly became self-employed due to his independent spirit and a dislike of playing it safe.
After the failure of his marriage he grew disillusioned with life in the UK and started to think about emigrating. A chance meeting with a woman of a similar mindset solidified the decision. Twenty years later they remain stubbornly unmarried and childless and have travelled the world, taking a chance at whatever came their way. From the strictly legal, through the definitely dodgy to the downright life threatening, they have enjoyed success and failure in equal measure.
Thinking he might be pushing his luck, Jack turned to the computer keyboard as a way to make his writing legible and to earn a little safe money. He has built many websites and writes blogs under a variety of pseudonyms. Now in his fifties his experiences have inspired him to turn his hand to novels. Though his work is fiction, there will always be a little bit of truth in there. How much truth, he will not say.