Jack had come of age on the battlefield. After Vietnam he had been taken in by the Colonel and had spent his adult life moving through the darkest corners of the world. He had seen the mechanics of power. He had seen power in its criminal form, and he had seen it in the form of government. But now he understood that there was little difference between the two.
Jack Erikson cannot remember who he is, but as he stumbles away from an explosion in Washington DC, he learns that the stranger he sees reflected in a window knows things, has instincts of a combat-ready sort. And those instincts tell him to get the hell away. Jack will struggle to regain his memory for the rest of the book. Of course, there are those who want the knowledge that remains hidden inside Jack