Soldiers attached to a CIA-sanctioned death squad in Vietnam, reportedly killed in action, are now turning up dead. This time for real. Their names are being systematically obliterated from the war memorial in Washington, D.C. The lid is on tight at Langley, access denied at every turn - until a determined Fed calls in a free agent, a man who can take the heat off a powder keg, ready to blow.
Mack Bolan starts rattling cages, trying to shake something loose from the face-lift the Company had performed on whatever operation had gone sour fifteen years before.
The twists and turns of a bloody trail lead back to the killing ground the Executioner calls home.