Jimmy Kennemore, of the US Army's Counter-Intelligence Corps, woke up in hospital and could not move for plaster casts. Twenty-four hours earlier he had been a normal, pleasant young man, working on a completely routine investigation. Regaining consciousness, he found himself injured and disfigured, and his red hair turned to white. Now, through his pain-fogged mind, he had to begin the desperate and tortuous piecing together of the monstrous even that had led to a shocking night of violence and deprived him of identity, friends and future. But there we other events to come, events that were to assume the proportions of a nightmare and to carry him forward into that International No-Man's Land where human life is the cheapest and most expendable commodity.