Web London roars into a dark al ey one night with his FBI Hostage Rescue Team. Seconds later, the team is ambushed and every man is dead—except Web. As the FBI conducts their investigation, the suspicion surrounding Web deepens. Now, he needs help from an unlikely al y in his desperate search for the kil er of his friends, and finds himself up against a force determined to finish the job that began in the al ey—kil ing the seventh and sole surviving member of Charlie Team, Web London.
Web London held a semiautomatic SR75 rifle custom built for him by a legendary gunsmith. The SR didn’t stop at merely wounding flesh and bone; it disintegrated them. Web would never leave home without this high chieftain of muscle guns, for he was a man steeped in violence. He was always prepared to kil , to do so efficiently and without error. Lord, if he ever took a life by mistake he might as wel have eaten the bul et himself, for
al the misery it would cause him. Web just had that complex way of earning his daily bread. He couldn’t say he loved his job, but he did excel at it.
Despite having a gun welded to his hand virtual y every waking moment of his life, Web was not one to coddle his weapons. While he never cal ed a pistol his friend or gave it a slick name, weapons were stil an important part of Web’s life, though like wild animals guns were not things easily tamed.
