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“Lights flashed and laser beams sliced through the atmosphere as though Yoda was freaking out somewhere among the crowd. From”
― Muscle for Hire
― Muscle for Hire
“Who the fuck are you?” said the manager in a voice that was both metallic and gun-shaped. He was a man in his mid-fifties, balding, with thick eyebrows and a large square mouth set in a permanent sneer like a lopsided Ikea catalog. This would never happen back home, Tooley thought. Guns were seldom used except by the hardened career-criminal. There was a kind of understanding in the poorer parts of Glasgow that if you couldn't use your hands to get what you want you were a bit of a namby-pamby. Weapons were a sign of weakness.”
― Muscle for Hire
― Muscle for Hire
“Tantalizingly, he could see a fragment of hope waving in the distance like a beckoning, large-bosomed siren offering the forbidden, heady tiramisu of freedom and the naughty, rapturous chocolate ice cream of wealth. If he could just avoid being lured onto the dangerous, ball-breaking rocks of retribution, who knew what might be possible?”
― Muscle for Hire
― Muscle for Hire
“Coming from the UK, Tooley hadn't had much of a chance to familiarize himself with firearms. This particular one looked metallic and gun-shaped and that's about as much information on it as he could glean.”
― Muscle for Hire
― Muscle for Hire
“He knocked discreetly with his foot and the door gave way. Inside”
― Muscle for Hire
― Muscle for Hire
“Tommy opened the door fully to admit a party of three: a large pair of shoulders with a body attached, a short, wire-frame human in a subfusc suit that shimmered when he moved, and a nervous breakdown on legs mumbling incoherently to himself.”
― Muscle for Hire
― Muscle for Hire
