...Bannon's left hand swept the man's gun arm away as his right palm came up hard; straight into his assailant's chin. The body spun, slamming onto the ground with full impact. The throw was meant to disable, but it was too fast, the packed gravel trail too hard. Bannon studied the man's face. The eyes were rolled up into the sockets and there was no indication he was breathing. Rising to one knee Bannon checked for a pulse. "Damn," he swore, sinking back into a sitting position. "Damn, is right," Frank seconded the opinion, his voice shaking, "we just killed two guys. What the hell are we doing?" It would not take long for Al Bannon to find out. The bodies of the two would-be assassins hold the clues that will send him to Alaska. He will again face the murderous ex-KGB director, Alexei Kutakhov, and a new opponent...a brutal killer with ties to Vietnam and Bannon's past. Only Bannon and his handful of veterans will be on hand to keep the Russian's deadly plan from succeeding. The prize for which they will do battle is nothing less than the very future of democracy in the struggling republic of Russia.