Steuben's brownshirts planned something big for Chicago.
Mack Bolan wasn't a fatalist, but he had seen enough of combat firsthand to know that anything could happen at any time. He had prepared himself long ago for the near certainty that he wouldn't die of old age, in bed, surrounded by old friends and family.
And that was fine. He simply didn't want his final hours on earth to be a wasted effort, capped by failure. (Intro page)
Mack Bolan wasn't a fatalist, but he had seen enough of combat firsthand to know that anything could happen at any time. He had prepared himself long ago for the near certainty that he wouldn't die of old age, in bed, surrounded by old friends and family.
And that was fine. He simply didn't want his final hours on earth to be a wasted effort, capped by failure. (Intro page)
