The gang wars in Chicago makes it a war zone. A Navy SEAL's ultimate mind control training is reactivated, and he is off on a mission no one can stop. He is on a nonstop program to eliminate the gang problem by the very violence they use, but mush better. A one-man killing machine trained by the world's best.

On the other side of the tracks, a truck pulled up, its lights shining in Jerry’s eyes. His car purred with the sound of ocean waves from the tape. The white lights of the truck suddenly flashed as rail cars passed, and the red lights sent warning signals.

First thinking that the reflections in his car resembled a disco, he focused on the tape, the visual show encompassing him. He forgot the pain in his leg, he forgot how close he was to home. Halfway between sleep and awareness, like dozing on the Interstate with only stars and dividers to keep a driver’s attention, he stared someplace in between the flashing white and red lights, hearing only the sounds of wave after wave hitting an invisible shore.

He felt a familiar mode of relaxation, something he’d been trained to do in the service, so this wasn’t new to his brain, but it sure was a welcome stranger. Mentally, he felt alert...aware. But the flashing light took on the effect of a strobe light, pulsing deep to the back of his brain.

When Jerry snapped to consciousness, he was alert to the voice of the president. He listened intently to what seemed like instructions. In fact, he knew these were instructions. Somehow, he’d been called back on a mission. Somehow, they knew he was here on this empty road. He looked where the tape should have played while he listened to the president say, “We have a war we must declare.” The tape had ejected at the end, which they were built to do even on a manual playback recorder. The president continued, “Not only abroad does this war rage, but here in this nation, on our streets, and it is up to you, to me, to us all to make sure we win this war at any cost. To lose the war on drugs is more than our nation can afford to pay.”

Johnson didn’t know why, but he remembered how the Theta training worked. He remembered everything. The president listed events that had happened over the past 30 years and how we have made some improvements, but most of the time, nothing had happened. The drug problem in the United States was tearing the moral fiber of the country. He said that while every president since the 1960’s have all given lip service to the war on drugs reclaiming America’s streets, nothing much had actually been accomplished. The current drug industry was the most profitable, strongest, and the most violent industry this country had ever seen.

Gangs had taken it over. Gangs that made inner cities their battlegrounds. Drive-by shootings were common. Now, it had escalated into drive-by bombings. Terror reigned supreme, and it was moving into the suburbs. “We must defeat this problem of drugs and gangs. Only by defeating the drug empire, by dismantling local street gangs, can we begin to make a dent in the problem. This is a war. The moral equivalent of war. We must make this a primary objective: to stop criminals and dismantle the gangs.” Primary objective.