"You do not have to do this, I can disappear, you will never hear of me again!" The Gestapo official protested. His head rebounded against the tiled wall, a reddish black dot spectacular on his forehead. "Disappear? You got that right." I said, looking down at his corpse. Once again, I thought of the vast number of lives I had saved by taking a single one. It was open season on all Gestapo and SS ranks above that of Hauptsturmführer. Marcus Tychon Triarius meets Prime Minister Winston Churchill beneath the war torn streets of World War Two London. The PM demands to see the tattoo on the American's arm - an SS blood group tattoo. Triarius is about to embark on a suicidal mission fearful that his Kentucky wife will never understand his motives - which are to disrupt the Nazi war machine like never before. He spreads terror amongst leading SS and Gestapo personnel but then visits Dachau concentration Camp, disguised as a Gestapo agent. Triarius' luck is beginning to wear thin and after an 'eerie' experience on a Warsaw bound train, he is finally snared and taken in chains to the 'Hoffenheim Hotel' - the Gestapo's most notorious torture site. As the Allies close in on the Thousand Year Reich, Marcus is transported across the Alps in a Junkers that is unexpectedly shot down by a stray RAF Spitfire - two passengers survive. Marcus and Gert Koehler, his chief Gestapo tormentor.