They break the rules, buck the odds, defy convention. they're a crack team of mercenaries, galactic commandos who fight the battles "Official" forces can't. For a price. Their latest operation -overthrowing the psycho dictator of the backwater world of Del Sol - should be a cakewalk. Because when it comes to infiltration and insurrection, it's money in the Mag Force bank.

But when their cyborg leader, Xris, is jailed on a trumped-up charge of murder one, the team realizes that they've become pawns in a treacherous game. At the core of the conspiracy is the ultra-secret Hung Syndicate, the most savage and corrupt criminal organization in the history of the galaxy. the Syndicate has big plans for planet Del Sol, but they've made one big mistake: leaving Xris and his crew alive to smash and blast their way to the bloody truth...
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"Everyone in place?" Xris was asking in low tones. Soft responses from Jamil and Quong.
"Just putting on my lipstick now." That was Raoul.
"Here goes." The squeak of the front door hinges.
Xris sounded grim. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"Xris Tampambulos?" this was a man's voice.
"Who wants to know?"
"Agent Jonathon Fist, FISA. This is Agent Rizzoli. I have a warrant for your arrest."
"What's the charge?"
"The murder of Dalin Rowan, senior agent with the Federal Intelligence Services Agency."
"Oh, dear God! Darlene whispered.