Chapter SixGorilla walked up the snow-covered path towards the pagoda, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his black winter coat. His black boots crunched gently on the newly-fallen snow. There was no subterfuge in Gorilla's approach. He walked straight, true, alone and in plain view, the glare of the full moon's light reflecting off the snow-covered landscape and buildings. He was a lone soldier, defiant against the hostile glare of the pagoda behind the fortress walls and what its grandeur held inside.
In the distance, probably no more than fifty yards away, he saw the ten-foot-high wall forming the outer perimeter to the pagoda, and at its centre stood the immense wooden gates, painted a vibrant red colour. He stood before them, looking around for a rock he could use as a knocker
