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Death stalked the night and the name was Mack Bolan. The big man in combat black crouched below the outcrop of rock. A sharp coastal breeze gave bite to the rainy mist that reduced naked-eye visibility to zero beneath a low cloud cover. The hiss of rain and the crashing surf against the base of nearby cliffs were the only sounds in the moonless night.
Used availability for Stephen Mertz's Dirty War
September 1985 : UK Mass Market Paperback