Drug traffickers from a violent Hong Kong triad and a ruthless Mexican drug cartel, aided by a powerful corrupt force in the CIA, plan to market an ancient Mayan drug. One man, Blake Morgan, a hard-case DEA Agent can stop them. Morgan must battle his way through a vortex of darkness, corruption and aa web of deception to tame the dragon-like criminal conspiracy while taming his own tormented spirit.
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"Blake looked at the frayed Drug Enforcement Agency badge on his jacket. While twenty years of field work hadn't blunted his mind's eagerness for action, his aging body begged for retirement. He put the binoculars aside and sat down on the cold floor. He loosened the straps on his Kevlar body armor and stretched his six-foot lean body into a yoga pose, sliding easily into prana, deep controlled breathing. He glanced at his reflection in the stainless steel wall. A long, angular face of a man in his late forties, with large blue-gray eyes looked back at him. A two-day growth of reddish-blond facial hair mirrored his thick wavy hair. He stretched his back and shoulders, letting the stiffness sink away. Soon, a warmth like hot oil returned to his joints. He glanced out of the crane cab's window to the docks below. The black sky of night was waxing into the pearl-blue of morning. In the waters beyond, an eagle etched itself over the water, then blurred, then etched again.