Hell hath no fury like an indestructible monster betrayed.
Agent Franks of the U.S. Monster Control Bureau is a man of many
parts--parts from other people, that is. Franks is nearly seven feet
tall and all muscle. He's nearly indestructible. Plus he's animated by a
powerful alchemical substance and inhabited by a super-intelligent
spirit more ancient than humanity itself.
Good thing he's on our side. More or less.
Sworn to serve and protect the United States of America from all
monsters by one of the country's founding fathers, Franks has only one
condition to the agreement: no matter what the government learns of him,
no matter what is discovered concerning his odd physiology or the
alchemy behind the elixir that made him, the government is never, ever
allowed to try and make more like him. Such is absolutely forbidden and
should the powers-that-be do so, then the agreement is null and void.
Project Nemesis: in a secret location, using sophisticated technology
and advanced genetic engineering, the director of the very agency Franks
works for is making more like him. And the director is not content with
making one. Nope, he's making thirteen.
Now all bets are off, and Hell hath no fury like a monster betrayed.
Particularly if that monster happens to be an undying killing machine
capable of taking out vampires and werewolves with one hand tied behind
his back.
