Will Jordan > Quotes

“With its wide, tree-lined boulevards and rich architectural heritage dating back over a thousand years, Paris had long been considered a jewel amongst Europe’s capital cities; a place that had inspired the dreams of romantics, artists and connoisseurs of every kind, from every country.
But for Drake, crouched in the shadows of a dimly lit stairwell that smelled of stale urine and damp, it was an entirely different prospect. The rundown residential apartment block in which he found himself was, in contrast to the ornate architecture the city was known for, a product of cheap 1940s utilitarianism. Stark, bleak and inhabited by people who clearly wished they were living somewhere else, it certainly wasn’t the kind of place he’d visit by choice”
― Will Jordan, Deception Game

“Of more interest was the weapon Watts carried in a shoulder holster on her ride side. The movement had caused her jacket to open a little, exposing the side arm. A Glock Model 22, chambered with .40 Smith & Wesson ammunition. Effective range, up to 50 metres. Standard issue for Agency security personnel.”
― Will Jordan, Redemption

“A set of four Browning L9A1 automatic pistols complete with attachable silencers was perhaps the most important aspect of their gear for this mission. The weapons were standard issue in the British military, plus a few dozen other countries, and were basically just modified versions of a design that dated back to the 1930s. Old they might have been, but they were tried and true, and hopefully enough to see the group out of trouble if it came down to it”
― Will Jordan, Deception Game

“Olga was their spotter team; a two-man group positioned on the roof of a telecommunications mast about a mile west of the monument. One man was armed with a high-powered camera, the other with a decidedly more dangerous Dragunov sniper rifle. At a mile distant, any shot they took would be risky to say the least, but Kamarov had insisted on their presence nonetheless”
― Will Jordan, Betrayal

“He never got the chance. Raising the PPK, Drake took aim and put two rounds through his head, blasting apart his skull with the twin impacts. The echo of the gunshots caused the rest of the group to flinch and glance around, seeking the source of the unexpected new threat.
Drake took full advantage of their hesitation, and a second man fell as he capped off the remainder of his magazine at his centre mass. At least one of the rounds found its mark, tearing through his unprotected gut. With blood painting the front of his grey sweater, he crumpled and fell, crying out in agony”
― Will Jordan, Betrayal

“He was smiling that same knowing, mocking smile Drake had come to fear. The smile of a man who knows exactly what his opponents will do long before they do it. The smile of a winner.
‘Good to see you again, old boy.”
― Will Jordan, Deception Game

“Raising the Benelli M3 shotgun he’d brought specifically for breaching doors, he took aim at the lock and fired a single shot. The boom of the weapon discharge was followed an instant later by the crunch of splintering wood as the lock was blasted apart by the solid metal slug.
A single hard kick from Crawford was enough to send the smoking remains of the door flying inwards.
Drake went in first, his weapon up and sweeping the gloomy interior of the dwelling. Keegan was right behind him, with Crawford bringing up the rear. Drake heard the distinctive click as he worked the shotgun’s pump action, feeding another round into the breech, though he paid it little attention as his eyes swept the darkness before him”
― Will Jordan, Sacrifice

“Caitlin Macguire was one of the best snipers he’d ever encountered. A veteran of the Ulster Volunteer Force in Northern Ireland, she’d been responsible for assassinating half a dozen IRA members before she’d turned thirty, plus one of her own men suspected of turning traitor. The Troubles might have simmered down since then, but Faulkner had found use for her. Time and again she had proven herself a ruthless and efficient killer, and she was sitting on a rooftop with a silenced sniper rifle barely two hundred yards away.
‘If I had, do you not think I’d take it?’ It took a brave man indeed to interrupt her during her work. ‘Little bastard’s dug in tight, so he is”
― Will Jordan, Deception Game

“The answer came all too quickly. Ducking aside behind the door, Laila desperately grabbed for the weapon that was kept on a shelf running along one wall. It was a Smith & Wesson revolver, its six chambers loaded with armour-piercing rounds. Tarek had once explained to her that weapons which used magazines couldn’t be left loaded for long because the constant tension would weaken the magazine springs, causing them to misfire. Revolvers, on the other hand, could be kept almost indefinitely, ready to be used at any time.”
― Will Jordan, Deception Game

“Considering most of the weapons and equipment used in Afghanistan were of Russian origin, Keegan suspected it was a Dragunov; a heavy sniper rifle developed by the Soviets back in the 1960s. They’d been killing people all over the world for the past fifty years, with great success. Like the AK-47, they weren’t exactly refined, but they did the job. Their 7.62mm steel-jacketed projectiles were powerful enough to defeat almost any body armour.
A very dangerous weapon in the right hands”
― Will Jordan, Sacrifice

“There was something infectious about her smile, made all the more so because it was so rare. Already an attractive woman, a smile transformed her features in a way he couldn't explain, rendering her truly, radiantly beautiful.”
― Will Jordan, Redemption

“What Drake heard instead was a low chuckle of amusement. The laugh of a man finally springing a trap that had been long in the making.
‘Come now, Ryan. We both know this can only end one way.’ He paused a moment, allowing his words to sink in. ‘Look down.’
Glancing down, Drake saw something on his stained and crumpled shirt. A splash of red light that hadn’t been there before. The glow of a laser sight.
‘Wouldn’t run if I were you. You’re covered from two different directions, and my friends are just itching to pull those triggers”
― Will Jordan, Deception Game

“Remember what I told you once, Drake? We are both soldiers. No matter what they tried to make us, we are soldiers, and we do what we must to survive,”
― Will Jordan, Redemption

“They had found him. Somehow they had tracked him here, predicted this move, known exactly what he was going to do. And now they had him out in the open, the time had come to spring their trap.
No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than a black SUV pulled up nearby. The rear doors flew open and a pair of men leapt out. Men Drake had encountered before. Men who had tried to kill him more than once over the past few days, and who wouldn’t hesitate to do so now if they were given the order. Their hands were on weapons hidden just inside their jackets, ready to draw down on him if he so much as twitched.
‘Like I said, Ryan,’ the voice on the line said, filled with the confidence of a man in total control of the situation. ‘This can only end one way.”
― Will Jordan, Deception Game

“comprehensive”
― Will Jordan, Deception Game

“The FSB compound at the west end of Grozny airport looked like a scene from the Second World War. The entire facade of the office complex had been devastated by the bomb blast, blinds and shredded curtains fluttering in jagged remains of windows. The concrete structure was scarred and pitted by shrapnel, one support beam having given way altogether to leave the floor above sagging precariously”
― Will Jordan, Betrayal

“Now that he was off the street, he drew the Beretta from his jeans. A military variant of the popular police officer’s sidearm known as an M9, it was a 9mm, fifteen-round semi-automatic pistol. Though lacking a little in stopping power, they were otherwise excellent weapons, tried and tested all over the world.
Disengaging the safety, he held the weapon low and advanced into the room. Hollywood always shows the hero moving with his arms bent, weapon pointing up at the ceiling, and while it might look impressive, in reality it would just make it easier for an assailant to grab the weapon or knock it aside. Keeping it below waist height makes it much more difficult to take out of the game”
― Will Jordan, Sacrifice

“Last out of the bag was something she was infinitely more comfortable with – her silenced Colt M1911 automatic. She had been using that reliable old sidearm since the very start of her career as a paramilitary operative, and in her opinion it was still one of the best handguns ever produced. It had never let her down.
She raised the automatic, checking that the magazine was firmly locked in place and the safety catch engaged. The M1911 was a single-action weapon with a manual safety, allowing it to be carried ‘cocked and locked’, meaning there was a round chambered and the hammer was drawn back.
Satisfied that all was well, she holstered the Colt inside her jacket, adjusting her posture a little to compensate for the extra weight of the weapon plus the bulky silencer”
― Will Jordan, Betrayal

“Hefting the weapon in a clumsy grip, she aimed it towards the gap in the door just as she saw a figure appear, and squeezed off a round.
Quick reactions and his assailant’s poor aim were about the only things that saved Mason from taking a round full in the chest. Twisting aside just as the woman opened fire, he was in time to see the round bury itself in the wall beside him.
The echoing crack of the shot reverberated around the room, loud as thunder, followed immediately by a second.”
― Will Jordan, Deception Game