While Gordon is the elder of the two brothers, they’re often mistaken for identical twins. The only noticeable difference between them is their height.
Born to decent upper middle-class parents, they had every opportunity growing up. They went to the best schools, played a lot of rugby, and went to the University of Edinburgh. Gordon got his Master’s in International Politics , while Angus got himself a Master’s in Business Economics.
That, of course, was only what they did on the surface. They started early on, stealing candy and the like from the local convenience mart and selling it at lower prices. By the time they were 12 they’d moved on to cigarettes. By the time they were teenagers, they had worked out a way to get their hands on booze. In their late teens, it was weed. In secondary school they had moved to selling anything they could get their hands on, which ranged from heisted flat-screen TVs to cocaine. They had friends in low places, and due to their stellar performance in school, Army Cadets, and all their volunteer work, nobody ever suspected them. They were the poster-children of model young men. The rumors flew, of course, but nobody would ever take them seriously. The authorities all just figured it was the less popular and talented children spreading rumors.
The truth was, by the time Gordon was 19 (and Angus was 17) they ran an acquisition and distribution network that spanned from Inverness to Liverpool. London was...too hot, and also controlled by the bigger syndicates.
Most likely, the key to avoiding suspicion was that they never flaunted their money. By the time they hit University, they had enough smarts to start up a car wash (using a startup loan from a local bank) and turned it into a booming business, then a chain, then branched off into buying up fast food franchises...the perfect fronts to embezzle their ill-gotten gains.
The day that Angus graduated, they formed Rattray Holdings, a corporation to handle all of their various business interests. Life was good.
The Move to Chernarus
2015 was the first year that law enforcement first took an interest in the brothers and their corporation. One of the “managers” of the “fine commodity distribution” sector of the business sent the wrong dealer to the wrong deal. That dealer talked, and MI-5 raided the manager’s estate. Thankfully, the manager didn’t talk, but his association with the Rattray brothers caused them no shortage of troubles. Scrambling had to be done to send their non-public assets to new locations and reorganize. It worked, thankfully, mostly in part to the efforts of the President of the company, Jared Lockwood. He had come over from the States in early 2003 and run with the brothers ever since.
They were able to get everything organized, seemingly just in time. MI-5 finally left them alone by the end of 2016, but the brothers knew they wouldn’t stay gone. They had to go somewhere out of the reach of MI-5.
Jared and Gordon had developed contacts all over the world to bring in the best products. It was Jared who had suggested Chernarus, the place from which they got most of their weapons and a good deal of kush. The brothers agreed, and arrangements were made. By the time their boots hit Chernarussian soil in the bitterly cold January of 2017, they had everything already prepared. The corporation in the UK would effectively run itself, commanded by trusted “managers.” The true headquarters, however, was to be in Elektrozavodsk.