Black Ops in the remote desert of the American West.
Sam Zavich, ex-Marine and constructiion boss, is only trying to help an old girlfriend when he gets entangled with Xanadu, a fancy desert resort that purports to offer the ultimate in sybaritic pleasures, but in fact serves up sex, blackmail, and murder. Barely escaping with his life, he recruits his crew of fellow veterans and hard-hats to erase Xanadu from the earth. But a team of assassins pursues them, and they may not work for Xanadu but for the United States, and the corruption may go all the way to the top.
Sam Zavich sat in the airport bar in Kansas City, nursing an overpriced beer and thinking about Uncle Drajo.
Uncle Drajo used to have this saying: He who stands under a clear, sunlit sky and thinks he is happy is asking the gods to drop a great stone on his head...
It wasn't clear when the rock dropped on Sam. The thunderstorm outside looked and sounded like the end of the world. And someone was watching him...