Vincent Majestyk had had enough - enough fighting, enough war, enough death. He knew too well the feel of the recoil, the smell of gunpowder, the sight of a human target falling. So when he took off his uniform and became a civilian, he swore that he would never kill again. Majestyk was content with himself and the world, and no one knew about his past. He looked like an easy mark. That's why the Mob thought they could tell him who to hire, why a bullying cop thought he could be pushed around, and why a beautiful woman told him to run. No one realised that even a peace loving man had his limits. Mr Majestyk had been pushed to his - and the killer within him awoke, prepared to go to war again.