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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Soldier of Fortune .................................................................................................. 3
Mark & His Shop .................................................................................................. 24
Hazzard’s Adversaries ......................................................................................... 50

Credits: "Wars make one not great."

Written and compiled by Dennis Hill, Ty States, and Keith A.
Kilburn – Yoda, Jedi Master. +3 ABY.
Taken from the writeups of Dennis Hill at Technohol.com
Art from the finest Marvel Comics money could buy.
Layout by Steve Jolly

Dedication:
To Archie Goodwin and Gray Morrow, they gave us a merc to
believe in...

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 MARK HAZZARD: MERC STORY INDEX
Compiled and written by Dennis 'Firebomb' Hill!
Issue 1: Bad for Business
Our story begins on a nice Gramercy Park sidewalk, in
Manhattan Island, where a youth swipes an apple from a
local grocer, only to be stopped cold by a rather tall,
smoking man. As the would-be thief flees, the man, one
Mark Hazzard, finds himself checked out by several local
women, who remark on his being one of the 'good ones',
which makes him laugh.
That, of course, because he does a lot of really bad things
for a living. You see, Mark is a mercenary, a gun for hire
that often kills people to get his paycheck – and he's very,
very good at what he does. Heading into his apartment,
the man checks his answering machine, ignoring several
messages from his son, his wife, and his last date.
Eventually, though, he hears the message he was waiting
for – the call from his mercenary crew, telling him the gig
was on.
Several days later, we catch up to Mark and Mal, a New
Zealander mercenary who works in Mark's crew, as they
are dropped onto a western Pacific isle by their pilot,
Treetop. Their mission: to bring the island's current
dictator, dead or alive, to the rebels that have been
attempting to oust him. As Mal wires the dictator's house
with explosives, Mark makes his way into his home – with
ease.
Offering to take the man alive, Mark is nonetheless forced
to kill both the dictator and his wife when they try to
eliminate him. Unfortunately, the dictator's daughter saw
this whole mess, and started screaming, bringing a gaggle
of soldiers towards him. However, seeing that their
President is dead, the men begin fighting amongst
themselves, all proclaiming themselves dictator for life.
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Soon after, all of the former President's men managed to
get dead, either by their own hands or Mal's explosives.
Later, the rebel forces, led by one Santos, declare a new
republic, one where (of course) Santos will lead them
until the citizenry can be educated enough to understand
the 'freedom' Santos has 'given' them. Disgusted, Mark
and Mal went to leave, when they saw something odd.
Soon enough, the two realized that several
revolutionaries were flipping a coin to see who would get
the former President's daughter first. Knowing what was
about to happen, Mal covered for Mark as he nabbed the
girl and made for the jungle, attempting to save her from
a rather nasty fate at the hands of the island's 'liberators'.
As they fled into the night, Mark and Mal set several
explosives and sharp traps for the revolutionary army,
which was indeed after them soon enough. Splitting up,
Mal didn't get to see Mark have to fight the girl off, who
wanted nothing to do with the killer of her father, even
though he was trying to save her life. She argued with him
every foot of the way, despite his good intentions.
The argument brought back memories of Hazzard's
childhood, however, as Mark wondered if he was this
stupid as a kid. He flashed back to his own youth,
remembering several arguments he'd had with his
parents, as well as his time in 'Nam, thanks to the
comparisons the girl made between her parents and his,
as well as her accusations of his being a war-mongering
American pig.
Meanwhile, Treetop was busy minding the group's
chopper, when a jeep full of revolutionaries started
 wheeling his way, guns
a'blazing. Knowing that
Mark screwed up their job
somehow, again, he fired
back, killing the man with
the R.P.G. that almost blew
him up, and then firing
several rounds into the
jeep's gas tank as the
revolutionaries turned it his
way – a fatal error.

This was, of course, because

Mal showed up at the
heliport, and nailed the jeep
with his flare gun. By the
time Hazzard and his
combative charge made it
there, Santos and his men
had arrived, and were
taking pot shots at
Treetop's chopper, as it was
hanging around in wait for
Hazzard. Luckily for them,
Santos' men were really bad
shots, and never got close
to hitting the aircraft.

Before Hazzard could get to it, however, the former

President's daughter broke free of him, running to get
help. Cursing, Mark just jumped into the chopper, only to
see Santos' men gun her down in cold blood. Enraged, he
used the helicopter's mounted machine gun to mow
Santos and his men to pieces, and the trio then landed to
see what they could get their hands on.

As Mark had ensured they wouldn't get paid.

On the way home, both Mal and Treetop gave Mark grief
about his annoying scruples, and how they were costing
the two of them money. They got even angrier when he
told them he couldn't go their next gig, a job in Libya, as
he had to go to his son's baseball game that next Sunday.
The others didn't like it, but Hazzard was their 'colonel', so
they dealt with it – for now.

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Issue 2: Balk
Back in New York City, Mark, Mal, and Treetop were busy
practicing with their semi-automatic rifles at Dave's
Shooting Gallery, an indoor range where you can shoot
anything you bring in. The place is a hangout for gun-
freaks and Rambo wannabes, but Mark and company
found it useful for practicing with their guns. They
rounded out a good day of training by pulverizing a
television.
Once finished, Mark told the crew he was going to his
son's baseball game, and Mal and Treetop bet that
'daddy' would regret not taking a gun to the event; Mark
boasted that he wouldn't need one. Even Dave, the
Gallery's owner, got in on the fun, though pausing to
show off a new, high tech gun to the mercs: the Steyr
Aug-5a. While Mark checked out the gun, a guy came in
with a hot boom-box.
Soon after, whilst it played out a tidal wave of loud, bass-
filled rap music, the import was blasted to smithereens by
the assembled gun-loving crowd. Just then, a thuggish
brute came in looking for the little 'geek' that stole his
radio, and after learning Dave let his patrons blow it up,
he started to rough the old man up, who had trouble
fighting back; he had a missing left hand.
As such, Mark lent Dave a hand, smashing the Aug-5a into
the brute's head, and kicking him around until he left.
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Meanwhile, Henri Graymalkin, a French entrepreneur,
was talking with his friend Gordon when he found the
man to be troubled. Inquiring as to why he was so down,
Gordon whined about his wife's ex-husband, one Mark
Hazzard, who suddenly returned to his stepson’s life this
week.
Expressing his feelings of inadequacy concerning both
Scott (his stepson) and Joan (his wife), thinking that they
both liked Mark better, Henri told him that maybe, just
maybe, things would be looking up for the man soon. This
was, of course, because Graymalkin was an old opponent
of Hazzard, and saw this baseball game to be a perfect
opportunity to hit the merc off-guard.
Later, when Mark got to the ballpark, he found that his
son, Scott, wasn't playing. This was because he struck out
last week, and the coach wouldn't let him play anymore.
Going to set the coach straight, Mark told him who he
was, and listened as the man babbled on about how Scott
was bad for the team... until Mark's piercing stare forced
him to let Scott play.
While Scott made his way to the field, Mark noticed a
creepy looking fellow in a suit walking about. Seeing this
as odd, the mercenary kept an eye on the potential
troublemaker as he watched the game and went to the
park's restroom to set up an ambush. Sure enough, he
was followed, and Mark beat the man senseless, seizing
his gun and knife, in case the man wasn't alone.
Not wanting to endanger Scott, Joan, or anybody else,
Mark went to leave, when Scott asked him where he was
going – he was now at bat and wanted his dad to watch.
Shrugging and muttering under his breath, Mark decided
to stay, though he knew it was a bad idea. Sure enough, a
second thug appeared behind him, putting a gun to his
back and leading him away.
When the boy's parents freaked out about how Hazzard
endangered their son, Scott spoke up, saying that Hazzard
simply counted the man's bullets. Saying something to the
effect of "Yeah, that's the ticket...", Hazzard then took off
before the police showed up, hoping to avoid any more
scrutiny by the local authorities. Of course, what with his
record, the NYPD knows exactly where he lives.

However, Scott was watching this happen, and yelled out
what was going on. Surprised by this, the gunman turned,
allowing Hazzard to knife him (the thug found his gun, but
not the knife). As the second man died, a third appeared,
raging about how Hazzard would die for killing his
partner. When Hazzard shielded himself with the dead
man's body, the final thug then took a hostage.
After all, Hazzard was armed, and his dead friend's carcass
kept blocking his shots.
Deciding that he wasn't going to let this goon kill him,
Hazzard told the man to go ahead and kill his hostage, the
coach's son. The man indeed went to do so, but when he
pulled the trigger, his gun just made the 'click-click-click'
sound of an empty barrel. Mark then shot the guy as he
fled, since he was reloading and trying to kill him as he
ran.
Issue 3: Philadelphia Freedom
A week after the events of last issue, Mark was in his
apartment, again being interrogated by two NYPD
investigators, one of which – Claire – was a friend of his.
As they went over the details of the assault on his person
by multiple unknown people, Mark got a call from an old
associate, one Jacob Ram, an Israeli Secret Service man,
who wanted him for a special job.
However, Mark didn't want to work for the man, since 'he
was too bossy', but when Mark found out an old nuisance
from West Point was in on the job, and that he'd get to
boss said nuisance around, he agreed to go, despite a
promise to Lieutenant Claire that he wouldn't leave town.
That next morning, Hazzard found himself in Philadelphia,
where he was to guard an Israeli politician during a
parade.

Meeting the man,

Eli Wisenthal, Mark
found out that he
was actually a
rather unpopular
politician, in that
he favored giving
the Palestinians
more freedoms. As
Mark and the
Israelis made for
the parade
procession, they
were met by
Colonel Wolfson,
Mark's main West
Point antagonist,
who, after seeing
Hazzard on the job,

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got real upset – but couldn't do anything about it.
As the parade made its way through downtown
Philadelphia, Mark and Ram continually taunted Wolfson
about the man's past, including a sorry day when Hazzard
hung him upside down from a flagpole for being such a
pest. Soon enough, however, things turned ugly, and
Mark saved his charge from being wasted by an R.P.G.
round launched at their car at the last possible moment.
A second blast stunned Mark (the rocket missed, but the
concussion didn't), and several terrorists made off with
Wisenthal before he could recover. Attempting to blast
the kidnappers, Mark failed when Wolfson kicked his gun
away, since there were civilians present. This prompted
Hazzard to slug the angry little man, who then had him
arrested by the local police!
Languishing in jail, Hazzard had to now deal with his old
enemy's taunts, until Ram showed up to break him out.
He needed Hazzard to free Eli, who was being held
hostage in an abandoned tenement building, and once
Mark saw the thugs gloating about how they'd kill the
man, the man he was hired to protect, Hazzard agreed to
save him.
Ram fired up a gigantic wrecking ball, one located nearby
(as the building the terrorists were in was about to be
demolished anyway), and with Hazzard on top, swung the
thing at the building. At the last minute, Mark hopped off
the wrecking ball, though he landed hard despite the
Kevlar vest he was wearing. Nonetheless, Mark sprang
into action and began plugging the terrorists.
Once Mark and Ram had dealt with these villains, Mark
with his gun and Ram with the wrecking ball (!), Hazzard
ran down the stairs of the building, finding where Eli was
being held. He then gunned down the remaining thugs,
though he hit them all in the legs – non-lethal shots, if the
men got immediate medical attention. As the Israelis
collected Eli and the terrorists, Mark smacked Ram for
causing this mess.
You see, Hazzard had figured out that Ram knew there'd
be an attempt on Eli, and that he was expendable; he was
an unpopular politician, after all, and if he died, it would
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be the Americans' fault, not his own secret service men's.
Further, he deduced that he was the fall guy for this
operation, should things go horribly wrong, which Ram
tried to deny – though he didn't try too hard.
Fuming, Hazzard then left Ram and his men to deal with
the terrorists, which they did – namely, by having angry
attack dogs maul them to death. Back in N.Y.C., Mark saw
a doctor about his various minor injuries, and while trying
to take it easy (by sitting in on a Rambo movie and
mocking it a lot), he was approached by Claire and her
crony, who then arrested him. Mark wasn't amused.
Issue 4: Bar None
Our story picks up a day or so after Mark returned to New
York City, rotting the time away in jail as his captors
recapped the events of the last two issues. Present are
one Agent Dirkson, who wished to recruit Hazzard for
some dirty domestic merc work, and Irham, a police office
assistant who was up to less than squeaky clean activities.
Of course, Mark had no idea he was the subject of such
heated debate.
Meanwhile, at an expansive law firm across town, a
celebration was taking place, as one of the firm's clerks
had finally passed his bar exam, becoming a true associate
in the company. Of course, this newly promoted clerk,
Lewis, had no idea what was in store for him – as the new
kid on the block, his fellow lawyers gave him the Hazzard
file. Little did he know that this wasn't a good thing...
Back in jail, Hazzard himself was having bad dreams,
flashbacks concerning the 'Nam combined with visions of
his gutted personal life come back to haunt him yet again.
Waking up with a start, after reliving in his mind the
incident where he almost lost his eye to a Vietnamese
killer with a machete, Mark found that he wasn't alone;
he had a visitor in the form of that secret agent, Dirkson.
Knowing that Hazzard wasn't going anywhere, Dirkson
made Hazzard an offer he thought the man couldn't
refuse – namely, he'd clear Mark's record, in addition to
his lady cop friend's, if he'd do some dirty jobs for the
'company'. Naturally, Mark told the man where to go, and
when his new lawyer, Lewis, showed up, Hazzard walked
off after his pal Treetop helped him make his $500,000
bail.
Thinking he had some time to deal with things, Hazzard
had no idea that forces were aligning against him, forces
tied to those terrorists he'd mangled over in Philadelphia
and led by that Irham guy from the precinct. As Mark
made his peace with his son, should he get carted off to
jail, several people in his life were abducted by Irham and
his goons, to use them against Hazzard.
When he finally got home, Mark was accosted again by
Dirkson, who emphatically stated that Mark was going to
work for the 'company', or else he'd rot in jail forever. Of
course, his minions holding Mark at gunpoint helped only
to punctuate his statement. When the government
spooks left, Hazzard made a few phone calls, and
prepared to deal with Dirkson – the hard way.
As he left his apartment, loaded for bear, he saw a bus
bearing down on his position. Opening fire, he caused the
bus to come to a screeching halt, at which point he saw
some goon with face paint holding his lawyer hostage
inside the vehicle. When the man threatened to shoot,
Mark gave up, and got inside per the armed madman's
demands – that's when he saw all his recent friends.
The terrorists had abducted Hazzard's lawyer, his cop
lady-friend, her husband, and even Agent Dirkson as he
left Mark's apartment. Sure, Mark didn't care about
Dirkson, but the others were there because of his actions,
and as such, he felt he should do something to get them
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out of that fix. Once Mark had been 'secured', the two
goons then drove off, and Irham shot one of the hostages
for kicks.
It was Claire's husband. Just then, the bus came across a
roadblock, one manned by a lot of Mark's old merc
buddies, pals who were expecting Dirkson to be behind
Hazzard's abduction – not extremist Lebanese terrorists.
When the driver tried to swerve out of their way, Mal and
company took the bus apart, causing it to crash into a
nearby grocery store!!
Once the bus was stopped, Mark, Dirkson, Mal, and oddly,
Lewis dealt with the goons who were pestering them, and
then Dirkson tried to cart Hazzard off to a waiting plane.
However, Mark wouldn't do what he felt wasn't right, and
as such, he left Dirkson and decided that he'd deal with
the police as would any other lawbreaker – with the best
lawyers money could buy.
He still didn't know if he could get off the hook, of course,
so Mark went to explain the situation to his son, and once
that was dealt with, he said his good-byes again – just in
case. As things ultimately turned out, however, Mark
didn't wind up going to prison after all; it would seem that
Treetop's money helped Mark to avoid that ugly fate and
continue on as a world-class mercenary.
Issue 5: That's What Friends Are For!

About a month or so after last issue, once Mark had dealt

with his extensive legal issues, we begin our tale with Mal
Rossi, Mark's mercenary compatriot and best friend, who
is looking for Hazzard. Mal tracks him down to the
Priestess' martial arts dojo, where Hazzard is brushing up
on his own hand to hand skills by busting up several of the
more obnoxious students, who think they can take him
easily.

When Mark sees Mal and asks what he wants, Mal tells
Mark a tale about his kid sister, an amateur rocker known
as Phoenix, who was kidnapped by some biker thugs.
When Mal asked Mark for some help in retrieving his
sibling, Mark remembered all the times Mal pulled his fat
out of the fire back in the 'Nam, and simply couldn't
refuse – even Mark's buddy, the Priestess, offered her
assistance.

That night, Mark and Mal planned on breaking into the

joint where those bikers were holding Mal's sister, though
they used the Priestess as a distraction. See, she walked
right in the front door of the bar / seedy hotel, dressed in
a particularly clingy leather outfit, teasing everybody in
the place until she had their total attention. As everybody
watched her, the mercs made their move.

Climbing up to the second floor from the rear of the

building, Mark and Mal easily made their way in
unnoticed, and going through each room, eventually
found Mal's sister. Knocking the biker with her out cold,
Mal then KO'd his sister, because 'she's a bloody
screamer', and carried her out. Once they gave the
Priestess the high sign, she fought her way free from the
groping thugs, and quit the building too.
As the Priestess took off, Mark and Mal blew the bikers'
rides to pieces, ensuring that the Priestess got away free
and clear. When their antagonists acquired new rides and
followed, Mark and Mal set up an ambush to deal with
them. However, to stop a bloodbath (namely, to try and
avoid killing all the bikers), Mark proposed that their
leader, Ramon, fight in the morning – winner take the girl.
Happy with that, the guy then led his goons off, at which
point Mal went to get the fighting grounds ready. Of
course, Mark smelled a rat, here, and decided to check
out Mal's sister's story – namely, by talking to her
stagehands and band. He found out that Mal's sister
wasn't kidnapped at all but was dating that Ramon guy –
that was why he'd been trying so hard to get her back!
Confronting his friend about this later, Mal told Mark that
he was trying to help his sister do better, since he didn't
want her dating any 'biker trash'. This caused more than a
little bit of in-fighting between the two friends, as Mark
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could do any permanent damage to each other, the
bikers, led by Ramon, had showed up - and they were
mad!
Not aware that Mark was trying to stop Mal from killing
all his pals, Ramon then jumped Hazzard, and by the time
Mark told him to lay off – and why - Mal had his gun
leveled on the bikers. Mark had talked him down, but
then they opened fire, and Mal decided to blow them to
pieces with pre-arranged charges set in the ground
throughout the area; he was under fire, after all.
After Mal dealt with all the thugs save Ramon, another
biker showed up with Phoenix in tow, and she begged Mal
not to kill the guy. Mark finally helped Mal to drop his
grudge (and his gun), leaving his sister to date Ramon in
peace. As Mark and the Priestess (Hazzard's ride) left the
scene, Mal decided to make up for this whole mess
somehow, and he did so by taking them to a Beethoven
piano concert. An apology only Mal could make!
Untold Tales of the New Universe: Mark Hazzard: Merc
Hovering over a condominium complex in Los Angeles,
Mark Hazzard is preparing to leap out of his cohort's
helicopter to deliver an unpleasant surprise to the team's
target. Naturally, Treetop isn't too thrilled about the
whole idea, thinking Mark is nuts in general, and
specifically out of his mind for the stunt he's about to pull
with his high-tensile climbing rope and a reckless leap.
After reassuring Treetop, Mark jumps out of the
helicopter and smashes his way into the condominium on
the 20th floor of this building, where he finds out that the
place is a bit more fortified than he was previously told.
As Mark calls him on this over the team's headsets, Mal
simply shrugs and states that he's not all that good with
numbers – not that it matters, this being a 'non-lethal'
operation.
When Mark states that's not much of an option, with as
many guards have him pinned down behind a handy
couch, Mal simply responds by firing a rocket propelled
grenade at the building from his safe vantage point in the
building across the street, which serves as an excellent
distraction to the thugs trying to plug Mark – those that
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aren't flattened by the explosive readily give up at this
point.
As the smoke cleared, Mark kicked his way into the
bedroom of one Luis Montoya, a general hailing from one
of those South American nations that has a problem with
America's 'war on drugs'. Not that the man was actually in
the country on official business, mind you; he was, in fact,
in the country illegally, visiting his mistress. Seeing Mark
break into his room, the man went on the offensive.
Attempting to take Mark down hand to hand, the General
got in a lucky first shot but ultimately failed. Before he
could fetch his handgun, Mark had it out with the
General, telling the man he wasn't about to kill him –
although he had something much worse in mind. You see,
Mark had been hired by the General's wife to deliver
something to him. Namely, a bundle of divorce papers,
which he'd been avoiding.
With the job done, Mark collected his gear and headed to
the roof, where he then hopped onto Treetop's ride. After
a little bit of reflection, Mark had Treetop pick up Mal and
then fly off to their predetermined rendezvous point,
presumably so they could pick up their paycheck. Getting
paid and having avoided killing anyone – if narrowly – the
trio headed off into the night, yet another job well done.
Issue 6: Clients
In the middle of Europe, in an as-yet unnamed nation
bearing a striking resemblance to Switzerland, we find
Mark Hazzard, Mal Rossi, and Louis 'Treetop' Barrington
on the job, essentially hired as bodyguards for Kurtz, an
older gent who is currently running for president.
Basically, their job is to ensure that nobody causes the
man harm, and the trio are doing their job quite well.
However, when several protesters show up at a rally for
Kurtz, the candidate's other men begin to stomp all over
them and their posters, and when one of Kurtz's 'brown
shirts' tries to kick in a female protester's head, Mark can
stand no more. In a rage, Hazzard pummels the man
senseless, and leaves the scene before he's inclined to
harm his current boss – or the man's other employees.
Later, at their hotel room, the trio of
mercenaries are having something of an
argument regarding their current
contract. Basically, Mark and Mal were
kind of unhappy about the job in
general, having seen Kurtz's men in
action, but Treetop was only worried
about taking the money and running,
regardless of what the man was up to.
And, as is usually the case, Mark was
more worried about the morality
involved.

When the argument devolved into a

shouting match, Treetop stormed off
angry, and Mark went to get some fresh
air himself shortly thereafter.
Unbeknownst to him, however, Kurtz
had ordered his 'brown shirts' to take
care of Hazzard for his impertinence, and
as luck would have it, the man who got
the job was the one that Mark stomped
the crap out of earlier that day.

Luckily for him, Mark is quite a paranoid

man, and found out that he was being
stalked in time. After dealing with his
would-be assassin, Mark thought he
sensed another assailant and, pulling his
Uzi out, drew a bead on the woman he'd
saved from a good kicking earlier.
Relieved, Mark sprung up a conversation
with the activist, and she told him a
startling tale about his employer.

Taking him home, the woman (Frieda)

introduced Mark to her father, Rolf, who
had been crippled by Kurtz’s 'brown
shirts'. He then showed Mark some old
footage starring Kurtz, as he drove a Nazi
tank against various resistance leaders in the past. The
film then showed him commanding several troops to
mow down all manner of innocent civilian-types, with a
sly grin on his face the whole time.
Though Rolf and Frieda implored Mark to help them tell
the people about Kurtz’s past, even though they seemed
unwilling to listen, Mark had to decline. You see, even
though he despised the man, he couldn't bring himself to
break his contract – that would be unprofessional.
Preparing to leave, Mark then found himself at the

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receiving end of Frieda's... thanks... for saving her life,
earlier.
Come morning, at another rally, Mark told his merc
buddies about Kurtz, but Treetop went on and on about
that being irrelevant, as they had a contract. Mark
shrugged this off, trying to just get the job done and
forget about it, no matter how dirty it made him feel. That
was when Mal noticed that Kurtz was giving Hazzard the
hairy eyeball, but before he could act, Kurtz's minions
knifed up poor Frieda!
Totally enraged at this point, Mark gunned down the man
who killed her, and several other 'brown shirts' who tried
to avenge their pal. Seeing the look in Hazzard's eyes,
Kurtz fled, with Hazzard right on his tail. However,
Treetop tried to stop Hazzard from ruining his precious
contract, and even pulled a gun on his partner, at which
point Mark gunned him down, firing several slugs into his
legs.
Caring not for his former pal, Mark swiped a car and
chased down Kurtz, who had made his way to his palatial
home – and his armed security force. Tearing into the
place with his stolen car, Mark wiped out Kurtz guards
systematically, and then made his way to Kurtz himself.
Easily disarming the aging war criminal, Mark then waited
for the media and police to show up – Kurtz had called
'em both, you see.
Once the local authorities finally dealt with Kurtz, bringing
him to justice at last, they let Mark go, and he made for
the States as soon as he could. Arriving at his Gramercy
Park apartment, Mark realized that the place was really
Treetop's, and decided that he couldn't stay there any
longer. As such, he eventually drifted over to the Princess'
place, and she took him in without question.
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Issue 7: Incentives
This issue began in a nameless region of Central America,
where Mark Hazzard and his pal, Sgt. Major Peel, were
being paid to train a rag-tag band of freedom fighters how
to, well, fight. Their graduation mission, of course, was an
assault on an armed convoy, one that went off without a
hitch thanks to advanced, Army-style training. Once
they'd taught the men all they could, Mark and company
went home.
On vacation a few days later, Mark was touring the
Smithsonian with his son, Scott, when he received a
mysterious call over the museum's courtesy phone. After
answering this call, Mark found out that a friend of those
rebels' Commander needed to speak to him, as the man
had been captured by government forces... of course, this
friend couldn't pay Hazzard anything for the rescue
mission.
Having become friends with said Commander, Mark
decided to take the job anyway, and went about rounding
up several pals to accompany him. Of course, not too
many were hot on the idea of working for free, including
his pal Ritter, an old buddy from the 'Nam who was all
about incentives. Of course, after his refusal, the
Commander's friend showed up in his office with an offer
he couldn't refuse...
Meanwhile, Mark managed to scrounge up at least two
willing participants in his rescue job: The Sergeant Major,
who also was pals with the rebel Commander, and the
Doc, a former South Vietnamese field medic. Once they'd
collected the appropriate equipment, the trio headed
back to that nameless plot of land in Central America, and
went about planning their little rescue op.
Rounding up several remnants of the Commander's
troops, the trio of mercenaries assaulted the facility
holding the man, the Puno del Diablo (the Fist of the
Devil) mercilessly. Executing their plan perfectly, Mark
and his pals managed to recover the Commander, and
thanks to the Doc's excellent work, they managed to
ensure he'd live to fight another day – assuming they got
out of the Puno without incident.
 against the impending retaliation.
Prepared to face their imminent
doom, the mercs were suddenly
surprised when their opposition
got mowed down from on high.

Out of nowhere, a fully armed A-

10 bomber showed up to utterly
annihilate the government forces
menacing Mark, the Sgt. Major,
and the Doc – an A-10 piloted by
none other than Ritter himself! It
seems that, though he couldn't
offer money for the job, the
Commander's American pal could
definitely offer up some
equipment and was able to let
Ritter fly one of his all-time
favorite planes for the very first
time.

Things wouldn't be the same from

here on out, however, as the Doc
decided to stay on with the
Commander, offering whatever
aid she could in the liberation of
this tiny nation from its corrupt
government officials. And, though
he was unhappy with Ritter from
not showing up from the get-go,
and thus saving many lives, Mark
eventually got over it – after all,
he'd have been a dead man
otherwise!
After the freedom fighters dealt with the rest of their
opposition, the mercs evac'd the Commander, crossing
Issue 8: Cestus Dei
several hours’ worth of thick jungle to displace any
attempt to follow them. However, as the team attempted
For the third straight night in a row, Mark woke up with a
to rendezvous with the rest of the rebels, they quickly
start, having been experiencing nightmares about his
found that one of the Commander's own men, Esteban,
conflict with his former pal, Treetop. The reason he'd
was in fact a government stooge, and he'd turned them
been having them was because he wasn't doing anything
in!
during the day, and his ennui was starting to catch up
with him. As such, the Priestess tried to comfort him, but
When Esteban came down to gloat at the surrounded and
ultimately failed, and as such, Mark tried harder to get
ambushed party, Mark acted quickly to break the man's
another job.
back, and as the Sergeant Major threw down a smoke
grenade, the remnants of his force ducked for cover

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This was more difficult than it would seem though, as reassured him about his role in the mission, as well as his
after the incident in Europe, Mark had been labeled a specific purposes for hiring a merc who would fight for
contract breaker, and nobody in mercenary circles what he thought right.
seemed to want to hire the man. About to call it quits
again, Mark was surprisingly given
a lead by a straight-laced looking
fellow, one who didn't describe
the job at hand, but instead gave
him a plane ticket to Rome, Italy.

Thinking the whole thing to be

stupid, going in without a clue like
that, Mark was pleasantly
surprised that nobody ambushed
him en route, and without
incident, he arrived at a small
monastery in Rome. Once there,
Mark was introduced to the
leader of a Catholic sect known as
the Cestus Dei (the Fist of God),
and his mission was explained in
detail – including a relevant
history lesson, too!

You see, the Cestus Dei launched

a expedition into Israel in search
of the supposed Ring of the
Fisherman, a holy relic of great
import, an expedition led by one
Father Capistran. However,
extremist Lebanese terrorists
caught wind of this mission, and
once Capistran actually located
the Ring, they killed everybody
present save for the father, took
him and the ring, and made for
home.

Thus, it was Mark's job, with the

assistance of Cestus Dei man
Father Kevin Eugene Johnson, to
retrieve both Father Capistran
and the Ring of the Fisherman, if
possible. Somewhat wary about
the job, Mark nonetheless took it
once the Cestus Dei's leader

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Making their way to Lebanon, Mark and his ersatz partner
met up with an old friend of Mark's, a man named Ahmal,
who was somewhat in the know about clandestine
goings-on in the area. Ahmal promised to find out where
Father Capistran was being held, but as he did so, armed
thugs fired on Ahmal's band – and, incidentally, Mark and
Kevin. Of course, the party obliged their foes by firing
back!
Once they ended that little debacle, Mark went to meet a
friend of Ahmal's, who would deliver to them the guns
and information they would need. He offered to meet
Hazzard at his hotel room in a half hour, and on their way
back, Mark and Kevin were ambushed by random thugs.
After dealing with this nuisance, the duo then returned to
their room to find the door was ajar.
Busting in, they found a package from Ahmal, including a
map indicating the specific hidey hole of those terrorist
kidnappers. Less than half an hour later, Hazzard and
Johnson were there, killing the guards silently and forcing
their way into an abandoned (save for those terrorists)
church, and saw about six guards holding Capistran, who
was bound and hanging from the back wall.
Gunning down thugs left and right, Mark and Kevin took
out everybody but the group's leader, who held Capistran
hostage. When he vowed to kill the man if Mark and his
side kick didn't drop their weapons, Kevin just opened up
on the man, actually shooting both him and Capistran
dead – though it was hard to tell if this was intentional.
With that, the duo grabbed Capistran's papers and the
ring, and left.
Of course, Mark read those papers before handing them
over to Kevin and found out that the Cestus Dei was
actually a sect banned by the Catholic church, and that
this dig of theirs was intended to get them back in the
good graces of the church. Of course, once Capistran was
abducted, the Cestus Dei tried to buy his abductors off,
and then reneged on the deal. And Mark called their
leader on this.
Of course, the man tried to cover up the Cestus Dei's
activities by having Kevin kill Mark, but Hazzard was too
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frosty to get caught unaware by Kevin's assault, and Mark
took him down... hard! With that, he took his money and
then let the authorities he'd alerted earlier step in to
arrest both religious fanatics. Once that was settled, Mark
made his way home, making a few charitable donations
on the way.
Issue 9: Decoy
Our tale begins with the introduction of both the
mysterious mercenary known as Lincoln Griffin, and his
even more obscure contact, the old man he calls Gramps,
discussing a job they're about to pull. Essentially, Lincoln
needed a few good mercs, and despite his recent contract
troubles, he thought that Mark Hazzard was the right man
for the job, along with several of his pals.
As such, Lincoln sought out Hazzard, and eventually found
him and Mal hanging out in an Australian bar known as
Waltzin' Matilda's, though hanging out is a misnomer;
basically, the duo got drunk and smashed up everybody
else in the place. After the dust settled, Lincoln offered
Mark and Mal the job of transporting much-needed arms
to Afghanistani rebels, though there was a catch.
Basically, Mark and his pilot (who wound up being Ritter)
would be the decoys, transporting mere farm implements
in from the west, while Lincoln and Mal brought the real
deals in from the east. They traveled by ship to Marseilles,
and got on a plane shortly thereafter, one loaded up with
the farm implements, and though it took Ritter a bit to
figure out his cargo heap's controls, he managed to take
off on time.
As they departed, Lincoln and Mal arrived in India with
the real weapons, and despite a short scuffle with the
Indian-Pakistani border patrol, everything was going just
fine. Meanwhile, Ritter's flight path inadvertently got he
and Mark stuck dead in the center of the Persian Gulf
War, at which point their plane was forced to land by
several Iranian aircraft, who seemed to be expecting
them, somehow.
 Not wanting to get Ritter killed,
Mark told the truth, and this
only served to enrage the man
further – he then had Ritter
executed in cold blood! Of
course, they didn't kill Mark
just yet, because they weren't
quite done with him yet. No,
the captain of the Iranian
forces wanted to make Hazzard
pay for the embarrassment
he'd caused him and planned
on doing so for quite a while.

Back in America, Lincoln had

Meanwhile, in the deserted, rocky wastes of Afghanistan,
Mal and Lincoln met up with their contacts in that battle-
scarred nation and delivered the goods to the Mujahedin
rebels who were waiting for them. The exchange went off
without a hitch, and with their money in tow, Mal and
Lincoln made their way back to the States right away,
doing so without incident of any significant nature.
Mark and Ritter weren't so lucky, however, in that they
were being held by particularly irate Iranians, who had
been told by some unknown party that Mark would be
there with all kinds of armaments and such. However,
Mark stuck to his story that he was only delivering farm
implements, and that was absolutely true; there was
nothing in Ritter's plane save for farming tools.
During their interrogation, Mark and Ritter tried to make
a break for it; however, they were overpowered by sheer
numbers, and beaten unconscious. While they were out,
the Iranians tied the American mercenaries to execution
poles, and prepared a firing squad. Waking them both up,
the leader of these soldiers then asked one last time
where their armaments were.
learned what had happened to
Mark and Ritter, and he met up
with Mal and the Priestess to
tell them what was what.
Feeling responsible for this, as
he had no clue who'd tipped
the Iranians off to Mark's
presence, Lincoln offered to
lead a rescue team to pick him up before the Iranians
disposed of him. Of course, Mal and the Priestess
volunteered to help immediately.
Issue 10: Iran Slam
At Lincoln Griffin's table, resting within a classy apartment
in Brooklyn, a meeting of the minds was taking place, one
in which several of Mark Hazzard's good friends were
plotting his rescue from an Iranian prison. This prison, in
Bandar Abbas, was holding Mark for about a week, in an
effort to get some sort of satisfaction from him, before his
ultimate execution for various war crimes.
Calling in all their marks and resources, Lincoln Griffin,
Mal Rossi, the Sergeant Major, the Priestess, and even
Louis 'Treetop' Barrington assembled a plan to spring
poor Mark, as they all were quite fond of the gun-toting
thug. Once that was done, Lincoln had his pal Gramps
check up on Mark's capture; sure, Mark was his decoy,
but his capture was almost... too neat – someone knew
exactly where he was.

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Meanwhile, over in Iran, Mark was busy
taunting his captors, mostly by staring
down his door guards and making them
all uneasy. Of course, his habit of
breaking the neck of every rat that
intruded on his cell space didn't help any,
and by the time he was done, his captors
were totally creeped out. However, their
captain cared not for this, and had them
collect Hazzard for another interrogation.

Having decided to make a grab at the

captain to avenge Ritter, Mark grappled
with the guard who had the keys to his
chains and seized the man before the
others could react. His captivity had
dulled his reflexes just a little, however,
allowing him to be butted into
unconsciousness by the other guards'
guns a moment before he secured his
vengeance. He'd managed to embarrass
the captain yet again, however.

Back in New York, Lincoln and Mal met up

with Gar Bremby, a friend of Mark's and
Lincoln's who had lost an arm in the 'Nam
but made up for his inability to function in
'the world' by becoming something of a
gun runner. Owing Mark for several saves
during the war, Gar offered all kinds of
equipment and assistance towards the
rescue op, and even went along for the
ride, working with the Sergeant Major's
team.

Collecting him and his weapons, Mal and

Lincoln then went to an old naval air
station in the city and waited for their
plane to land (if illegally). While they
waited, the Priestess introduced the
mercenaries to her aid – one of her best
students, and a fellow instructor who
goes by the name of Kim Sum. When the
plane landed, having been flown in by Treetop, everybody Upon their arrival, Lincoln's bunch, consisting of Mal
loaded up and took off for Iran! Rossi, the Priestess, and her fellow martial artists then
seized an Iranian border patrol boat, and while the
Sergeant Major and his Wild Geese contacts created a

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diversion on nearby Karg Island, one involving a lot of
explosions and the veritable destruction of an oil refinery,
Lincoln and his bunch smashed their way into the prison
holding Hazzard.
Once they got to his cell, however, the mercenaries and
martial artists found out that Mark had already secured
his freedom; the captain of the prison's guards ordered
him killed should anything happen there, and when his
guard came into his cell to do the dirty deed, Mark had
strangled him with the chains that were holding him to
the cold stone walls. And he looked happy about it, too.
Issue 11: Retribution!
As his friends unlocked the chains that held him to that
stone wall in an Iranian political prison (Mark couldn't find
the keys on the guard he'd just strangled), Hazzard told
them that they weren't leaving just yet – he wasn't about
to let the captain of the prison guards get away with
killing poor Ritter in cold blood. Though they did so
reluctantly, Mal, Lincoln, and the Priestess went along
with his mad mission.
While they went to do so, Kim Sum and the Priestess'
martial arts student mopped up, taking out all the other
guards roaming about the prison, and freeing and arming
up all the inmates to a)
liberate the political prisoners
at long last, b) gain more
firepower if reinforcements
should arrive, and c) to create
a diversion and distraction,
should people start shooting
at the rescue team.
had it in them to do what he did.
Once that was dealt with, the rescue team, with Mark in
tow, extracted themselves from the prison, while Mal
picked up some transportation – namely, the patrol boat
they'd commandeered earlier. Once on the sea, however,
a military helicopter closed on their position, and
would've taken them out if not for some pals of Lincoln's,
who flew by in their British air force aircraft and
liquidated the opposition.
That next day, everybody loaded up their gear and
prepared to make for home – all save for Lincoln and the
Sergeant Major, who'd decided to stay on and help the
Mujahedin rebels win their home back from the Soviet
Union. The decision was part contract and part personal
validation, but either way, before Lincoln and Mark
parted ways, Lincoln gave him some juicy information
that Gramps had collected for him.
Opening the envelope when he got back to New York,
Mark was enraged – he'd found out who had told the
Iranians where he and Ritter were going to be! That night,
he broke into the palatial home of one Henri Graymalkin,
after dealing with his security like it wasn't even there and
confronted the Frenchman. After Mark eliminated the

Eventually finding the man he

was looking for, Mark
disarmed him, though the
captain gloated that, with his
American morals, Mark
couldn't kill an unarmed man.
The look on his face as Hazzard
gunned him down was almost
comical in its surprise, as the
man didn't think any American

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guards Henri sicced on him, and shot Henri's hand,
Graymalkin talked.
He admitted to being behind the baseball game incident,
as well as the whole Iranian mess, but claimed that he
didn't do so on his own – which was true. You see, as his
pal Gordon whined on and on about his feelings of
inadequacy regarding Hazzard, Henri managed to extract
choice bits of tactical information from the lawyer, gained
via his son-in-law, who Mark told all about his missions.
Leaving Henri in peace, Mark turned his back on the man,
who then shot him in retaliation for blasting his hand.
Though he would've let the man live otherwise, Mark now
had to put Henri down, shooting him clean through the
heart. Though he was wounded, Mark wasn't done this
night, and he made his way home, as it were, to confront
Gordon about his role in Ritter's death and his recent
troubles.
Waking the man up with a start, Mark made his
accusations, to the protestations of his ex-wife. However,
Gordon admitted to everything, explaining that he
wouldn't feel right with the world until Hazzard wasn't a
part of it, and then proceeded to shoot Mark in the chest
several times. Though he was fading fast, Mark wasn't
about to go alone, and he grabbed Gordon and broke his
neck before he collapsed himself.
Annual 1: A Matter of Lives and Death!
A day or so after the events of last issue, we pick up the
tale in Afghanistan, where the Sergeant Major and Lincoln
Griffin are busy training the Mujahedin rebels how to
defeat the onslaught of the Soviet army. During a break in
the discipline, Lincoln and the Sergeant Major get to
talking, and they discuss how silly it was that Mark's made
it through everything else in life but got shot down in New
York.
The conversation eventually turned to the Sergeant
Major's first meeting with Hazzard, which occurred well
after the Sergeant Major retired from mercenary work
with the so-called 'Wild Geese', got married, and settled
down. He hired the Sgt. Major to do exactly what he was
up to right now, training hopeless peasants to defend
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themselves against Cubans and other communist, would-
be 'liberators'.
Of course, things went bad, eventually, when Treetop
took over Mark's shop's contracts, and only recently got
better once Mark ended his professional ties with the
man. Later, as they prepared an ambush on a Soviet
convoy with their Mujahedin allies, another break before
the action caused more conversation between the two
mercenaries, and the Sgt. Major in turn asked how Lincoln
got into the business.
He went on to discuss how he'd become a Navy SEAL,
mostly to see if he could, and got caught in a sabotage
mission gone wrong one fateful night towards the end of
the Vietnam war. As luck turned out, it was Hazzard that
pulled Lincoln's fat out of the fire, and the two had been
on and off allies since then in their mercenary work,
which Lincoln began after a failed career in law
enforcement.
Once he finished his tale, the Soviets they were after
came into sight. As such, the two mercs quit jawin' and
got down to business, and as they planned, the
Mujahedin took the Soviet forces apart as though they
were rank amateurs, thanks to a combination of planning
and training. Afterward, the mercenaries joined the
troops in their celebration, though their thoughts kept
turning to Hazzard's fate, in New York...
Meanwhile, in a New York hospital, Mark's friends and
family were hanging around in despair, hoping their friend
would recover from Gordon's cowardly attack. As it
turned out, the docs had to perform a risky operation to
save his life, and this left the group with nothing to do but
camp out in the waiting room until they got word about
Mark's fate, one way or the other - quite a nerve-racking
experience, that.
Having little else to do, Mark's friends simply traded
stories about the man, telling how they'd first met up with
him. Mal told a tale about how he first met Mark during
the Tet offensive, the two of them narrowly escaping an
NVA assault and becoming true friends after that, working
together both during the war and after - especially after
Mark saved Mal from a life drowning in his cups.
The Priestess then related her story,
about how Mark saved her from a
life of debauchery when she'd run
away from home as a teenager,
steering her away from predatory
street pimps at the last second and
taking her to his pal, the Sensei, who
ran a martial arts dojo nearby. The
Sense taught her how to take care of
herself, in life and in combat, thus
ensuring her independence, and
she'd never forget that.

After the operation, there was

nothing but more waiting involved,
so Treetop added to the mix of
stories, telling about the time he'd
first met Mark – namely, when
Hazzard beat the tar out of him for
extracting his 'copter from a sticky
spot, as he was trained to do, instead
of picking up Hazzard's dead and
wounded men. He was an officer,
but knew that Mark was right, and
didn't press charges as such.

The two worked together a lot for

the duration of the war, and Treetop
found that combat was still a great
way to make money once he left the
'Nam. He would do merc work for
the highest bidder, regardless of the
inherent morality of the job - as long
as it paid good, he didn't care about
the consequences. After learning
about Hazzard's merc shop, he got in
on that action, too - but had to be in
charge.

As such, Mark's merc shop started

taking rather shady contracts as well,
until things came to a head between Mark's conscience shot him to get the message across, he wasn't mad at the
and Treetop's greed, and the confrontation left Treetop ethics-laden mercenary anymore.
bleeding in a European backwater. Of course, this helped
Treetop to see the error of his ways, and though Mark

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As Mark's ex-wife detailed Mark's story in a little better
detail, filling in the holes left by the others, the doctors
came in to explain that the operation seems to have
failed, in that Mark was showing no further brain activity,
and was only being kept alive by the medical machines. As
such, his son Scott told the doctors to turn the machines
off, as he knew Mark wouldn't want to live on like that.
which held about fifty soldiers, a few tanks, and consisted
primarily of about eight buildings, about 100 yards of
cleared out space with which to spot would-be assailants
easily, and twin, entrenched machine gun emplacements
to gun them down. This may have dealt with any amateur
assault, but not one led by mercenaries who knew Soviet
tactics.

Though shocked at first, everybody else present had to
agree with that, and though they didn't want to do it, they
had the doctors turn Mark's life support machines off,
thereby ending his career - and his life - once and for all.
Of course, the story of Mark's mercenary pals wasn't
quite over just yet, as several of them were still quite busy
over in Afghanistan, a tale that would be told shortly...
Dealing with the machine gun banks and the two tanks
right off, the Mujahedin had little trouble eliminating their
opposition, clearing house and dismantling the Soviet
base in a matter of minutes. Thinking this a great victory,
they then returned to their camp to celebrate, but were
about to find out that their actions of late had been
noticed, and their assault on that base was the final straw.

Issue 12: Afghan Strike
This tale begins with Lincoln Griffin and the Sergeant
Major leading their Mujahedin troopers on an attack
against several Russian Hind choppers, an ambush that is
again executed flawlessly. Retreating to their camp, the
freedom fighters proceed to plot their next move, which
turns out to be an attack on
an actual Soviet base, as
opposed to mere helicopter
or troop patrols.
Expecting these rebels to be led by American advisers, the
Soviet army called out their best soldiers, a squadron of
Spetsnaz troopers, who tracked the Mujahedin down and
launched a stealthy retaliation as they celebrated their
victory. When the murder was done, only twenty
Mujahedin managed to escape, and though Lincoln and
the Sgt. Major was with them, the rebels' leader was not.

The Mujahedin leadership

wasn't too sure about this
just yet, so they continued to
work these details out with
their mercenary advisers over
the next couple of days,
during which time they took
apart another Russian patrol
to weaken the opposition,
regardless of their final
decision. Emboldened by the
idea of fighting for their
independence, rather than
being given it, the Mujahedin
decided.

They then moved on a

nearby Soviet base, one

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Wishing to avenge his father, the new leader of this band
of rebels decided to take Lincoln's advice, and vowed to
track down those Spetznaz operatives to save face with
their fellow freedom fighters, and to prove once and for
all that the Soviet forces were not invincible. As such, they
collected as many men and supplies as they could spare
and prepared for a foray into the Soviet Union.
Before they did so, however, Lincoln sent word to Gramps
that he wasn't going to be coming back soon, as this had
changed from mere mercenary work to something more
important in his mind - the fight for freedom. It may not
be his fight, specifically, but he realized that the men he
was fighting with were trying to acquire the liberty that
Americans take for granted these days, and the fight was
important.
Then, he and the Sergeant Major fought their way
through the Soviet border patrol, who weren't really
expecting anybody to try and get into the U.S.S.R. via their
route, and when we last saw the former mercenaries and
their Mujahedin students, they had tracked down those
Spetznaz soldiers, and had caught them with their pants
down as they made their way back to their military
headquarters.
Post Series Summary:
After that battle, Lincoln Griffin and the Sergeant Major
returned to Afghanistan with their surviving freedom
fighters, battling their way out of the Soviet Union and
back home. The duo of former mercenaries stayed on
with the rebels through thick and thin, even though the
Soviet Union began to ramp up its assault on the
embattled nation. You see, world events were beginning
to careen out of control.
This was primarily since various governments were forcing
the emerging paranormal populace to serve in their
militaries, and the U.S.S.R. was no exception to this. The
Soviets used a paranormal fighting force in Afghanistan
known as the Red Sun, a force led by none other than the
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diabolical Rodstvow, an unbelievably powerful
paranormal that no mere human had any chance against.
That wasn't the only threat the duo had to deal with,
however. You see, the Soviets had also purchased Mark 1
MAX armor from the Club, a clandestine weapons
marketer who stole high technology from the United
States and sold it to the highest bidder. The Soviet Army
tested out their MAX suits in Afghanistan, which also
brought them into the conflict with the Mujahedin rebels.
Neither Lincoln nor the Sgt. Major wavered in their
commitment to the cause, however, and remained in
Afghanistan, fighting their hopeless battle for two more
years. During this time, one of their Mujahedin rebels, a
young girl named Sedara, developed her own paranormal
power, the ability to transverse herself and others from
one location to another, via teleportational gateways she
created.
She used these gateways to increase the efficiency of her
fellows' ambushes and assaults, though a traitor in the
Mujahedin's midst quickly dulled this advantage. The
identity of the traitor was revealed when the American
paranormal paramilitary group known as Psi-Force
showed up in Afghanistan to recruit Sedara, and it turned
out that the traitor was none other than her own father!
After killing the man herself, Sedara decided that she was
tired of the war, and when Psi-Force tried to take her
away, she was more than receptive. However, the
damage was done, as the Sergeant Major was killed
thanks to the traitor's actions. So, feeling lost again,
Lincoln decided that he, too, had had enough. The very
next day, he packed up and made his way back to the
States.
His intention, of course, was to take a very, very long
vacation!
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Mark Hazzard is a former West Point student and ground-
pounder in several Vietnam tours. He uses his skills as a
mercenary, a gun for hire, but has something of a
conscience and does not work for just any client - though
sometimes his allies force the issue.
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This has led to him having a falling out with some of his
closest friends, though it has also cemented his
reputation as a man of honor in the mercenary world, a
trait that has gotten him a lot of curious work despite
having been branded a contract breaker. Nonetheless,
Mark and his allies continue to fight the good fight, doing
so for fun and profit.
 MARK HAZZARD
F: Rm (30)
A: Ex (20)
S: Gd (10)
E: Rm (30)
R: Ex (20)
I: Rm (30)
P: In (40)

Health: 90
Karma: 90
Resources: Ex (20)
Popularity: 2

Real Name: Marcus E. “Mark” Hazzard, Colonel

Occupation: Mercenary; retired from US Army
Legal Status: American citizen with a significant criminal
record, deceased
Marital Status: Divorced
Known Relatives: Scott Hazzard (son); Joan Hazzard (ex-
wife); Leonard Hazzard (father, deceased); Margaret
Hazzard (mother)
Group Affiliation: formerly the US Army and his unnamed
crew

Height: 6' 4"

Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 240 lbs.
Other Distinguishing Characteristics: Mark is balding and
has several facial scars; one lies vertically across his left
eye (though he can still see with it), and the other runs
diagonally from his right cheek to his upper lip.

Known Powers:
None

Limitations / Enhancements:
None

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Equipment:
Arsenal: a mercenary, and a very good one at that, Mark
has built up a large array of weaponry for use on various
missions. It is assumed that Mark can, if he has the
preparation time, get his hands on virtually any standard,
conventional weaponry before a mission.
Furthermore, Mark has a plethora of standard equipment
ready to aid him on missions, such as flashlights, shovels,
emergency rations and purified water, spare ammunition,
and so on. His personal preferences, what he usually
always carries on his person, include:
• Handgun: Mark always, always has one of these
secreted on his person, unless it has been taken away
from him or left behind for a specific reason. This gun
inflicts Typical (6) Shooting damage when firing a single
shot, or Good (10) Shooting damage when fired semi-
auto.
• Knife: to supplement his gun, if it is lost, or its use is
suddenly impractical, Mark can instead assault a body
with his long, serrated knife. He can use this deadly
blade to inflict his Strength rank in Edged Attack
damage - and it's quieter than his gun.
Kevlar Vest: when he knows he's heading into trouble,
Mark will usually be wearing a thick Kevlar vest, to
improve his odds of living. This armor, of Good (10) rank,
provides similar protection from Shooting attacks hitting
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him in the torso (either front or back).
Quirks:
Stubborn: more than anything else, Mark is as stubborn as
a brick wall (read: unyielding). Once he makes his mind up
on something, he must pass a Psyche FEAT roll at -4CS to
later change it. This, of course, should he even want to;
after all, he knows that he's always right!
Unpleasant Habits: Mark is a heavy smoker. Not the type
that smokes maybe one, two packs a day, mind you, but a
heavy smoker. He's always lighting one up as soon as he's
finished another, and non-smokers tend to perceive his
Popularity at a -2CS as a result.
Talents:
Detective/Espionage: part of Mark's mercenary work
seems to involve either staking out a target or figuring out
which of a client's enemies has acted out against him. As
such, Mark may add a +1CS to FEATs called for when
either surveilling a target or snooping for clues.
Guns: his stock in trade, Mark can effectively wield just
about any gun in battle, from a .357 Magnum to a M-203
automatic rifle/grenade launcher. When using any non-
energy rifle or pistol, Mark makes his attack rolls as if his
Agility score is +1CS in rank.
Languages: one of Mark's many skills is a
natural affinity for languages; it is
assumed that he speaks at least five
different tongues, usually one for each
continent he's worked on; this means
English, as well as the likely addition of
Spanish, German, and Arabic, if not
more!
Leadership: in addition to his extensive
tactical prowess, Mark learned how to
effectively lead fighting men at West
Point. Thanks to this training, any Karma
pool Mark joins may add 100 to its total
for the duration he is involved with it -
as long as he's recognized as team
leader.
Martial Arts types B and E: well-versed
in unarmed combat as well as fighting
with weaponry, Mark can make
unarmed melee attacks as if his Fighting
score was +1CS in rank. Furthermore, he
can add one to his already impressive
initiative modifier in unarmed combat.
Military: having almost graduated from
West Point, and then seeing three tours
in Vietnam, Mark is the penultimate
military man. He knows military protocol
like the back of his hand and gains a
bevy of free talents and contacts from
this.
Aerial Combat: a certified HALO (High
Altitude, Low Opening) paratrooper,
Mark has been trained in basic aerial
combat techniques, and as such, makes
all attack rolls while in the air at a +1CS
to the applicable ability score.
Survival: a well-trained Army ranger,
Mark can scrounge up enough food and
water regardless of his surrounding
geography and can easily get by in just
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about any climate zone (desert, jungle, urban sprawl,
etc...).
Tactics: some of Mark's more advanced West Point
training involved the tenets of military strategy. As long as
a group is following a plan of Mark's without deviation,
they make all of their action FEAT rolls at a +1CS.
Thrown Weapons: Mark can effectively use any weapon
designed to be thrown with ease, doing so as if his Agility
score was +1CS in rank. Furthermore, he's shown quite
the ability to catch said weapons as they are being used
against him, gaining a like bonus when doing so.
Weapons Master: Mark is a veritable master of armed
combat, able to kill a man with just about anything -
knives, baseball bats, and so on. In other words, when
using any weapon, Mark may add a +1CS to his Fighting
score for the purposes of hitting an opponent.
Contacts:
Mark can usually count on his mercenary shop, which
includes Mal Rossi, Louis 'Treetop' Barrington, the so-
called High Priestess, Sgt. Major Peel, and the mysterious
Lincoln Griffin. Mark also has innumerable other contacts
in Crime, Espionage, Mercenary, and Military circles.
Costume:
When expecting to get into a fight, Mark often wears a
black t-shirt, gray pants, and black boots, supplemented
with a brown leather shoulder holster for his current gun
of choice, and the occasional bullet proof vest, worn
underneath his shirt. Sometimes, Mark also wears a green
camo vest over his shirt, which he can use to hold all
manner of tools and small weaponry (in the pockets).
Personality:
Mark is a rarity in the mercenary field: he's an honest,
principled man. Mark won't do a job for an obviously bad
person, and if he finds his employer to be such a person,
he'll make sure said employer has a really bad day. On the
other hand, Mark is a very stubborn man, with a black,
sardonic sense of humor, and enjoys his combative life
very, very much.
Story:
Mark Hazzard grew up in a rather cold, heartless family.
His father always wanted him to be the best at everything
he did. While Mark did rather well in everything he tried,
such as football, he was never good enough in his father's
eyes, and the man simply couldn't tolerate this. All the
way through military school, at West Point, this 'tradition'
of disappointment continued.
Events came to a head, however, when Mark's father
decided that the woman he loved, the woman he was
going to marry, also wasn't good enough for a Hazzard
man. That was the last straw, and with that Mark got
married, quit West Point, and signed up for several tours
in Viet Nam (as that conflict was raging at the time).
During his tours of duty, Mark put his extensive military
skills into play, doing all sorts of tricky missions for the US
military. Patrols, seek and destroy missions, and even the
occasional stint as a tunnel rat were all a part of Mark's
work, and he enjoyed it thoroughly. In fact, his three tours
in 'Nam helped to form his vast military theory into
impressive practical experience.
Also, Mark assembled a vast array of friends, contacts,
and favors to be called in at a future date, as he was
about the best there is at what he did, and he often
pulled less skilled people's fat out of the proverbial fire.
Eventually, though, the war was over, and Mark was
shipped home. He couldn't get a job, since nobody would
hire vets, so Mark instead turned to mercenary work.
At first, Mark simply served as one of many fighting men
in a mercenary company, but over time, Mark grew into a
leader of such men, and formed his own shop. This crew
included such rough and tumble fellows as Mal Rossi and
Louis 'Treetop' Barrington. This three-man crew grew to
include lots of other occasional, part-time help, and their
reputation grew.
Eventually, however, Mark's marriage went bad, namely
because his wife forced him to choose between her and
his work, and they eventually got divorced. Her new
husband, a slime-ball lawyer named Gordon (last name
unrevealed), never got on too well with Mark, always
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feeling that his wife and stepson liked Hazzard more than
they liked him - and, of course, this was true.
As such, Gordon eventually set up Mark to die while on a
mission in Iran, hoping he would disappear in that
godforsaken desert once and for all. Mark's friends
mounted a rescue to save him, and once he got back,
Hazzard learned who was behind all this mess - thanks to
some legwork done by his pal Lincoln Griffin. After dealing
with the middleman, one Henri Graymalkin, Mark went
after Gordon.
Already wounded from his encounter with Graymalkin,
Hazzard was just slow enough that Gordon managed to
plug him several times before Mark bore down on him,
strangling him with his bare hands. Though he had finally
gotten rid of his unknown enemy, the damage was done,
and Mark collapsed in a heap of his own blood.
Taken to the hospital immediately, Mark nonetheless was
too far gone by the time he'd gotten there, and after a
long and arduous operation, Mark was effectively dead,
being kept alive only by the hospital's life-saving
machinery. Scott, Mark's son, told the doctors to turn the
machines off, thinking that Hazzard would want things
that way, and as such, the doctors let him die, ending
Mark Hazzard's tale.
'MAL' ROSSI
F: Ex (20)
A: Gd (10)
S: Gd (10)
E: Rm (30)
R: Ex (20)
I: Ex (20)
P: Rm (30)
Health: 70
Karma: 70
Resources: Gd (10)
Popularity: 2
Real Name: 'Mal' Rossi (first name unknown)
Occupation: Mercenary
Legal Status: Naturalized American citizen
(from New Zealand) with a probable criminal
record
Marital Status: Single
Alias(es), if any: None
Group Affiliation: Mark Hazzard's shop

Height: 6' 2"

Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 185 lbs.
Other Distinguishing Characteristics: Mal has
a full red beard and moustache, and
something of a New Zealander accent.

Known Powers:
None

Limitations / Enhancements:
Addict / Alcohol: for a good long time, Mal
hit the bottle pretty hard after the 'Nam.
Even though he had a good job going,
conflict has a way of scarring a body
something fierce. He's all better now,
relatively speaking, but most addicts are
always in jeopardy of a backslide. If under
particularly stressful conditions, Mal must
Attack damage in melee, but the latter gives him the
pass a Psyche FEAT at -2CS to resist drink, if alcohol is
ability to build snare traps and make punji stick ambushes
present.
that can generally cause his targets to impale themselves.
Equipment:
Machine Guns: while on a mission, Mal always has at least
Explosives: his stock in trade, Mal always has some form
one hard-core piece on his person, ranging from an M-16
of explosive device on his person during a mission, for it's
to an M-60. The former inflicts Good (10) damage in a
generally his job to make large objects simply 'go away'.
semi-automatic burst, Excellent (20) damage in a full-auto
These explosives can range from anywhere between
spread, and the latter boosts this damage +1CS. And, of
Remarkable (30) and Amazing (50) explosive power,
course, Mal can use the rounds from his firearms to
inflicting like Edged Attack (fragmentary) or SD Energy
fashion even more death traps. He's fun that way.
(incendiary) damage to everything within the area they
detonate in.
Pistol: like most fighting men, Mal always has a piece on
his person, whether he is on the job or not. Though local
Knives: Mal also carries several blades while on a mission,
regulations may frown on this personal practice, Mal
to a) strike an opponent silently or when out of
nonetheless carries a semi-automatic pistol capable of
ammunition, or b) to set up all manner of simple death-
inflicting Typical (6) Shooting damage with a single shot,
traps. The former allows him to inflict Good (10) Edged

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or Good (10) Shooting damage in a full-magazine burst; of
course, the latter requires he reload quickly.
Talents:
Demolitions: Mal is something of a criminal genius where
the destruction of people, places, or things is concerned.
He can use his crafty noggin at +2CS when setting up
explosives, booby traps, or other troublesome devices,
helping him to achieve the maximum effect with such
things. If Mal happens to have any C-4 on him, back off –
fast!!
Guns: a well-seasoned mercenary and former New
Zealand Army regular, Mal's naturally quite adept in the
use of modern firearms, be they standard, semi-
automatic, or fully automatic in nature. As such, he can
fire all such weapons as though his Agility score was +1CS
in rank, a skill that has kept him alive more times than he
can count – though still not as much as his demolitions
talent.
Knives: in addition to his excess destructive skill with
bombs and guns, Mal can also put most any foe to task
with a blade in hand. Though he most often uses his
knives to set up punji stick death traps and whatnot, he
can also wield one like an angry demon, doing so as
though his Fighting score was +1 CS in rank - though he'd
rather just blow a body up, of course.
Martial Arts type B: while he can kill a man six ways from
Sunday with just about any instrument, mundane or
otherwise, Mal has also been trained to defend himself
should he find himself completely unarmed. Should this
unpleasant occasion arise, Mal makes unarmed melee
attacks (punches, kicks, head butts, etc.) as though his
Fighting score was +1CS in rank.
Military/New Zealand: finally, Mal's skill set includes a
basic knowledge of military protocols. Having served with
the New Zealand armed forces, as well as being
associated with the Australian army and having hung with
mercenary types for years, Mal can easily bluff his way
through a military compound – assuming the proper
forged identification – or blend seamlessly into a large
military unit.
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Contacts:
Naturally, one man Mal can rely on for aid in a pinch is
Mark Hazzard, as these two mercenaries have simply
been through too much together to let little things get in
the way of their friendship. Also, Mal can reasonably rely
upon his and Mark's old business manager, Treetop, if
necessary, as well as many other folks within Hazzard's
shop. Friends in this line of work are rare, you know.
Costume:
Mal doesn't have much of a 'standard' 'costume', per se.
He'll usually wear clothing appropriate to a given mission
(camouflage patterned fatigues in the jungle, jeans/jacket
in an urban setting, and so on). Of course, no matter
what, he's almost always wearing a blue headband while
on missions, perhaps as a lucky charm or something, and
he definitely wears black leather boots on the job.
Personality:
Mal's something of a cultured ruffian. He loves opera and
the finer things in life, and yet he well and truly gets off by
blowing things up. Though he's a mercenary, hanging
around with Mark over the years has helped him to also
add principle to his work. While he used to do dirty jobs in
the past, he doesn't anymore - not if he can help it. This
kiwi's an all-around good guy, really.
Story:
Not too much is known about the man known to the free
world as Mal Rossi, other than the fact that he is from
New Zealand and was a member of that nation's armed
forces. During the Vietnam War, while he was attached to
the Australian Army Training Team, Vietnam (AATTV), Mal
got himself caught up in the Tet Offensive, and though he
fought well, he was filled full of holes by NVA regulars.
Luckily for him, an American Corporal by the name of
Mark Hazzard was also there, and though he, too, had
acquired free air conditioning, the man managed to pull
Mal out of the city and into the woods. As Mal rested,
Hazzard took food, water, and a radio from enemy troops,
and kept them at bay until help could arrive. The two
were involved in a few more events later, but Mal
eventually got shipped home.
He got a great job in construction, using his skills to blow
things up, but he was nonetheless scarred by his
experiences in the War. As such, Mal descended into a
lifestyle consisting primarily of heavy drinking, and
practically lost everything. When he was at rock bottom,
Mal was saved again by Hazzard, who convinced him to
get rid of his booze and get a real job – in mercenary
work!
and when Hazzard got captured on the mission, Mal (and
all of Mark's other buddies) rallied their resources and
skills to break him out. Unfortunately, Hazzard got himself
killed days later.
What Mal's been up to since this dark day has yet to be
revealed.

Working with Hazzard for Treetop, another old buddy

from the War, Mal did all number of jobs around the
world, usually together, but often with the addition of
LOUIS
other, supplemental mercs should a given job be too big.
However, Mark grew increasingly bitter about the jobs
'TREETOP'
Treetop was signing them up for, and his conscience
started to make him do things to ruin various contracts.
BARRINGTON
F: Gd (10)
While this strained their friendship, Mal and Hazzard were A: Ex (20)
still good buddies, however, and as such, Mark helped S: Gd (10)
Mal when he developed problems with his kid sister. You E: Ex (20)
see, she'd been dating this guy who Mal considered 'biker R: Gd (10)
trash' and wouldn't have it. Telling Mark that the biker I: Rm (30)
kidnapped his sister, Hazzard enlisted the aid of another P: Ex (20)
friend, the Princess, and went to work finding the girl.
Health: 60
After they liberated her, Mark found out the truth, and Karma: 60
managed to keep Mal from killing the goon outright, once Resources: In (40)
the opportunity showed up. Of course, this dude's friends Popularity: 2
didn't live through the encounter, because they jumped
the gun and opened fire on Mal and company. Real Name: Lieutenant Louis Barrington, Ret.
Nonetheless, Mal eventually accepted his sister's choice in Occupation: Mercenary
a boyfriend, and let it slide. Legal Status: American citizen with a likely criminal record
Marital Status: Single
Eventually, though, things went sour when, on a job in Alias(es), if any: Treetop
Europe, Mark blew a bodyguard contract when he found Group Affiliation: Mark Hazzard's mercenary shop
out his 'boss' was actually a former Nazi war criminal. In
his effort to kill the client, after he had a girl he met Height: 6'
slaughtered because she found out his dirty little secret, Hair: Black
Mark was blocked by Treetop. Since the pilot wouldn't Eyes: Brown
move, Mark blasted each of his legs and went on to ruin Weight: 175 lbs.
his 'boss'. Other Distinguishing Characteristics: Louis always wears a
pair of shaded, prescription glasses.
While this effectively ruined their partnership, Mal
nonetheless hooked up with Hazzard again when Lincoln Known Powers:
'Stryker' Griffin set them up with an important job None
running arms to several Mujahedin rebels in Afghanistan,

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Limitations / Enhancements:
None
Equipment:
Bell UH-1 Iroquois Helicopter: after leaving the military,
Louis bought himself a surplus 'copter from the Army, and
though it didn't come with any real armaments, he solved
that problem really quick. On missions, Louis usually
offers air cover and extraction options while flying this
older beastie and uses it to devastating effect against his
opponents. Louis' Huey has these vehicular
characteristics:
Control: Rm (30) Speed: Ex (20)
Body: Ex (20) Protection: Ty (6)
• Machine Guns: Louis' Huey has two side-mounted
machine guns, one on the right cargo door, and one on
the left. Each of these are .30 cal Browning cannons and
can inflict Excellent (20) Shooting damage per short,
controlled burst, or Remarkable (30) Shooting damage
in a full auto spread. These are most effective in
covering allies on the ground or chewing up opponents.
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Sub-Machine Guns: while on the job, Louis almost always
has at least one machine gun on his person, though he
usually goes for the lighter models, like an Uzi 9mm.
These are most often full auto beasties, though, and can
inflict Good (10) Shooting damage in a short burst,
Excellent (20) Shooting damage in a full auto spread. Louis
would rather fly, but if he must pound ground, he uses
one of these.
Pistol: if not on the job, however, Louis usually just relies
on a concealed pistol, always secreted somewhere on his
person – usually in a shoulder holster hidden by a jacket
or some such. This semi-auto model can fire a single shot,
capable of inflicting Typical (6) Shooting damage per
attack, or Good (10) Shooting damage in a semi-auto,
magazine-burning burst. And remember: Louis has lots of
magazines.
Quirks:
Greed: one of Louis' less endearing traits is his excessive
greed. He wasn't always this way, but years of a rather
opulent lifestyle have really made Louis cherish the finer
things in life, and if presented with the opportunity to
acquire great wealth, especially if relatively easily, Louis
must pass a Psyche FEAT roll at -2CS to resist the
temptation, should he wish to.
Dulled Sense / Sight: Louis seems to have a slight vision
problem; in that he's constantly wearing a pair of
prescription sunglasses. Since he was fit for piloting duty
in the military, it is safe to assume that his vision isn't all
that bad, however. Either way, should he find himself
without his glasses, Louis will suffer a -2CS on any vision-
based Intuition FEAT rolls.
Talents:
Business / Finance: after leaving the military, Louis made
a name for himself as a top-shelf mercenary, and quickly
gained a nose for business - whether or not the deals he
made were exactly ethical. This talent, then, offers Louis a
+1CS to any money-related FEAT rolls (save for direct
Resource FEATs), and grants him a free, as of yet
unnamed contact in professional circles.
Guns: like all Army recruits, Louis was taught how to
effectively utilize most regular, semi-automatic, or fully
automatic rifles or pistols in
Basic Training. As such,
when wielding any such
weapon in person, or by
proxy via some sort of
vehicle or another, he
resolves his attack rolls as
though his agility score was
+1CS in rank. He prefers to
wield them from the safety
of a helicopter, but
anywhere will do in a pinch.
Martial Arts type B:
similarly, his time in Basic
taught Louis how to defend
himself in the event that he
finds himself otherwise
unarmed. When engaging in
unarmed melee combat,
whether he try to punch,
kick, bite, head-butt, knee-
smash, or otherwise cause
harm to another with his
body, Louis makes his attack
rolls as though his Fighting
score was +1CS higher than
is listed above.
Military (United States):
Louis' time in the Army has
given him all of the talents
he currently knows, save for
his business savvy. Having
been through years of
training and combat, Louis
can easily interpret military
commands and plans, and
though no longer an
officially active soldier, he
can easily pose as one
should he acquire the
proper identification and
uniforms.
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Piloting: his claim to fame, Louis is a crackpot helicopter
pilot, thanks to advanced training received during his time
in the Army and in the 'Nam. As such, he can fly just about
any such vehicle in existence and makes any aerial
maneuvers and/or attacks as though his Agility score (or
the vehicle's Control rating) was +1CS higher than listed -
and he uses this skill to deadly effect.
Contacts:
Louis has generated a large array of mercenary contacts in
his time, including (of course) Mark Hazzard, Mal Rossi,
and the rest of Mark's shop. Though he's had a hard time
making good, ethical calls with the contract management
he did for Hazzard's crew, he's eventually come around,
and they still let him do his part for the shop - whether it
be acquiring new jobs or offering them air support.
Costume:
Louis doesn't wear a 'costume', per se, in that he's no
Spandex-clad adventurer. His style is more along the lines
of an opportunistic mercenary adventurer, you see, and
as such, his tastes run along a more, shall we say, olive
drab vein. He primarily wears green fatigues while on the
job, complemented by a black belt and black boots, and
occasionally green gloves and a green flight helmet.
Personality:
Unlike most of the fellows in Mark's merc shop, Louis
wasn't really a stand-up sort of guy, in that he'd do just
about anything for a buck – no matter the legal or moral
consequences. Nonetheless, he generally considered
himself a good person; it was just that if he didn't do
some of those jobs, someone else would - and why miss
out on the money? In time, though, he revised this line of
thinking a bit.
Story:
Not too much is known about Louis Barrington's
background, other than that he was a top-notch Huey
pilot in the Army, executing the insertions and extractions
of troops on covert ops during the Vietnam War. His
earliest known mission involved a pickup of several
wounded troops under the command of Corporal Mark
Hazzard, who was standing guard at the L.Z. where Louis
was to collect his guys.
As luck would have it, enemy troops had tracked
Hazzard's hardcore thugs down, and bore down on both
him and the two Hueys that were there to pick up his unit.
Though the other copter stayed to pick up the wounded,
Louis did what his training told him to do, and he lit out of
there to save himself and his equipment. After landing, he
dropped off the guys he did manage to collect before his
flight.
When the other 'copter showed up, Hazzard leapt out and
beat the snot out of poor Louis. Being an officer, Louis
could've had Mark brought up on charges, but he knew
the man was right for being angry, and after that, he
never lit out of a hot landing zone again - no matter the
personal risk. This, of course, improved his and Hazzard's
'working' arrangement significantly.
deals for the merc shop in the future, though he never got
the chance to prove it, as Mark got himself caught in an
Iranian ambush on his very next mission.
Taking part in a rescue op to save the man, Louis flew the
rest of the shop, plus several additions, over to Iran to
affect his liberation. Once the mayhem was over, Mark
was more than happy to see all his buddies, especially
since they saved him from certain death – even Louis.
Most of the shop then flew home to resume their normal
jobs, but Mark himself got killed by his ex-wife's husband
days later.
Whether Hazzard's shop stayed together after this, and
Louis' subsequent activities, have yet to be revealed.

Eventually the War ended, and Louis got shipped back to

the world. Needing money in a hurry, he started doing
merc work for anybody who could pay, regardless of the
THE DOC
actual mission, and found himself rich rather quickly. F: Gd (10)
Eventually, he came across Mark Hazzard and Mal Rossi's A: Ex (20)
little operation, and wanted in on it - but he insisted on S: Ty (6)
being in charge, which the others didn't mind too much. E: Gd (10)
R: Ex (20)
However, the contracts that Louis took didn't mesh too I: Gd (10)
well with Hazzard's sense of morality, and the two clashed P: Ex (20)
regarding this several times. The situation came to a head
when, on a bodyguard mission in Europe, Mark Health: 46
discovered that their 'boss' was, in fact, a Nazi war Karma: 50
criminal, and tried to get back at him for killing a girl he Resources: Ex (20)
knew who had discovered his dirty little secret. Popularity: 0

Not wanting Mark to wreck yet another cake job, Louis Real Name: Unrevealed
tried to stop him, but as enraged as he was, Hazzard shot Occupation: Mercenary, medic
Louis in each leg to get him out of the way, leaving him Legal Status: Naturalized American citizen (from South
and Mal to their own devices while he engaged the old Vietnam) with a likely criminal record
murderer. As such, the contract did indeed fall through, Marital Status: Single
and Louis returned to America with Mal. Louis was Alias(es), if any: None
subsequently out of action for quite a while, needing time Group Affiliation: Mark Hazzard's merc shop
to heal.
Height: 5' 6"
This gave him lots of time to think about the path he'd Hair: Black
chosen, and as it turned out, Hazzard's influence had Eyes: Brown
rubbed off on the man. Starting to think that Mark's way Weight: 90 lbs.
was the right one, Louis deigned to stop taking such shady Other Distinguishing Characteristics: none

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Known Powers:
None
Limitations / Enhancements:
None
Equipment:
Blade: in addition to her hardcore firepower, the Doc
carries a blade or two with her on missions. After all,
when you're stuck in a jungle, it often pays to have
something with which to cut through the bush – or, if it
comes down to it, other people. This blade can be used in
the Doc's hands to inflict Typical (6) Edged Attack damage
and is of Remarkable (30) material strength.
Colt M1911A1 Pistol: whether she's on the job or not, the
Doc always has her Colt .45 on her, usually safely
contained within a shoulder holster. This gun is semi-
automatic in nature, and it can be used to fire a single
shot, inflicting Typical (6) Shooting damage per attack, or
Good (10) Shooting damage in a semi-automatic,
magazine-extinguishing burst. She carries several
magazines on her person, too.
First Aid Kit: most importantly, the Doc carries a fully
stocked first aid kit on her whenever she's working, to do
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her job properly. Weaponry is irrelevant when it gets
down to it, as long as she can patch others up – it's what
she gets paid for. This kit has all the materials the Doc
needs to make use of her medicine talent in the field,
including bandages, pain-dulling drugs, stitching, etc.
Quirks:
None
Talents:
Guns: though she can fight with a knife, the Doc would
prefer to just use her trademark Colt when caught in a
compromising situation or otherwise on a mission. With a
gun in hand, the Doc makes her attack rolls as though her
Agility score was +1CS in rank, and if she's feeling
particularly punchy, she just might have two guns in hand.
This has no practical benefit, but it can be intimidating.
Knives: trained to fight in a place that sometimes requires
one to kill without a sound, the Doc is well-versed in the
practice of knife-fighting. When wielding a blade in
combat, she can do so as though her Fighting score was
+1CS in rank, and when she's got a knife in hand, her
opponent most likely has absolutely no clue that she's
coming, or what's in store for him.
Medicine: more than anything else, and above and
beyond her role as a gun-toting mercenary, the Doc is, in
essence, a doctor. More than just a glorified medic, the
woman can bring a body back from the brink, up to
twenty turns after they've reached Shift 0 Endurance and
receives a +1CS on any FEAT rolls pertaining to poisons,
surgery, medication, or other medical issues.
Military: though she was trained only indirectly by
American advisors, the Doc has worked with military men
for years, and even though she has not been formally
instructed in the martial ways, she knows her way around
such matters. She pretty much knows military protocols
as well as she does the alphabet and can easily interpret
orders from (or give them to) military folks.
Contacts:
The Doc is a rare commodity in a merc's line of work: a
medic who shoots people along with her compatriots. As
such, those who work with her value her for her sheer
gumption, and usually do whatever they can to keep her
alive. Particularly good associates of hers include Mark
Hazzard and his mercenary shop, who have worked with
her lots of times in the past.
Costume:
While she is on the job (read: shooting people and/or
patching others up), the Doc typically wears the same get-
up. Her uniform usually consists of an Army green short
sleeved shirt and trousers, a forest green belt with forest
green pouches all over it, and of course, the prerequisite
black leather boots. In the past, she wore more colorful
clothing on the job, but has gotten over that with the
passage of time.
Personality:
Not too much is really known about the mindset of the
Doc, though she must feel at least a little bit of conflict
between her role as a mercenary warrior and a field
medic; she's either shooting holes in people or patching
said holes up while on the job. Regardless, she seems to
genuinely care about others, and is willing to aid
deserving people without any sort of material
compensation whatsoever.
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Story:
Very little is really known about the mercenary that Mark
Hazzard and his buddies call the Doc. What has been
revealed is that she was a field medic for the South
Vietnamese forces while there was a South Vietnam,
fighting her way into trouble spots and doing what she
could to save those allied troopers that had been cut up
by enemy fire. She apparently did this for the duration of
the war.
On several such missions, the Doc had encountered Mark
Hazzard, and fought with his men on each of them.
However, the war went sour for her government, and
when it was over, she moved to the States. After all, she is
a doctor, and could found a practice for herself easily
enough. That ultimately didn't happen, though, and the
Doc wound up doing merc work for a living.
On several such jobs, the Doc worked with Hazzard and
his crew, fighting like a demon and patching up the shop
as its component mercs got chopped up in one pointless
conflict after another. On her final mission, working with
both Hazzard and Sgt. Major Peel, the Doc wound up
changing residence yet again, this after they saved a
revolutionary Commander from the prison controlled by
his foes.
Once they'd freed the guy, and after seeing what the
Commander's freedom fighters were trying to accomplish,
the Doc decided to stay behind, and to utilize her skills to
the benefit of these noble souls. Her current activities are
unknown, but it is assumed that she stayed to see the
Commander's revolution through to the end, one way or
the other. If he won, she's likely still there.
However, if he lost, the Doc would have probably
returned to the States if she still could.
 LINCOLN
'STRYKER'
GRIFFIN
F: Ex (20)
A: Ex (20)
S: Gd (10)
E: Rm (30)
R: Ex (20)
I: Rm (30)
P: Rm (30)

Health: 80
Karma: 80
Resources: Rm (30)
Popularity: 0

Real Name: Lincoln Griffin (rank undisclosed)

Occupation: Mercenary
Legal Status: American citizen with a likely criminal record
Marital Status: Single
Alias(es), if any: Stryker
Group Affiliation: None; occasionally worked with Mark
Hazzard's mercenary shop Shooting damage in a full auto spread - one that tends to
burn up his magazines real, real fast.
Height: 6'
Hair: Black Pistol: in situations where heavier weaponry isn't
Eyes: Blue practical, or when off mission, Lincoln always has a semi-
Weight: 180 lbs. automatic handgun on him, usually safely contained
Other Distinguishing Characteristics: None within a shoulder holster. This gun can fire a single shot
which will inflict Typical (6) Shooting damage per attack,
Known Powers: or Good (10) Shooting damage in a semi-automatic,
None magazine-expending burst.

Limitations / Enhancements:
None
Equipment:
Machine Gun: while on the job, Lincoln invariably has at
least one fully automatic machine gun on his person, with
plenty of ammunition to spare. He can use these
devastating weapons to inflict Good (10) Shooting
damage in a short, controlled burst, or Excellent (20)
Grenades: a lot of the time, Lincoln's got at least one
grenade on him, whether or not he's currently on the job -
says a lot about him, eh? At any rate, these explosives will
be of either an incendiary (SD Energy damage) or a
fragmentary (Edged Attack damage) nature, detonating to
inflict Remarkable (30) harm to everything within their
target area – quite effective when dealing with several
foes.

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Blade: in addition to his rather significant firepower,
Lincoln carries a blade or two with him on his missions.
After all, when you're stuck in a jungle, it often pays to
have something with which to cut through the bush – or,
if it comes down to it, other people. This blade can be
used in his hands to inflict Good (10) Edged Attack
damage and is of Remarkable (30) material strength.
Quirks:
None
Talents:
Demolitions: while he's not quite the... rambunctious
saboteur that Mal Rossi is, Lincoln is well-versed in highly
destructive operations thanks to his time as a Navy SEAL
He can use explosives to take apart a structure with ease,
or otherwise make use of virtually any materials at hand
to construct creatively lethal booby traps – and when
doing so, he makes any applicable FEAT rolls at +1CS.
Guns: an essential part of Lincoln's military routine
involved his getting the knack of using guns in battle -
either in Basic Training or regular target practice. As such,
the man can utilize any regular, semi-automatic, or fully
automatic gun or rifle as though his Agility score was +1CS
in rank. This often gives him an exceptional edge in
combat, as his opponents are rarely trained to a similar
level.
Knives: one part of Lincoln's SEAL education included his
learning how to kill a body with little, if any sound. Ideally,
this involves his utilizing a knife to do the dirty deed, and
while making any attacks with a short, sharp object
intended for harmful purposes, he makes his associated
Fighting FEAT rolls at +1CS; unfortunately for his foes,
people almost never see this coming, either.
Law Enforcement: after he left the armed forces, Lincoln
wound up trying several jobs of a police nature. Though
most of his training in this regard was duplicated by his
military skills, this talent has given him the ability to know
the law and, if he signs back up with a true law
enforcement agency, to make arrests (his gun 'cards'
already allow him to pack heat, due to his career path).
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Martial Arts type B: while he can kill a man eight ways
from Sunday with just about any instrument, mundane or
otherwise, Lincoln has also been trained to defend
himself should he find himself completely unarmed.
Should this unpleasant occasion arise, he makes unarmed
melee attacks (punches, kicks, eye gouges, etc...) as
though his Fighting score was +1CS in rank.
Military / United States: Lincoln has spent several years
with the American armed forces, doing his part as a well-
trained Navy SEAL during the Vietnam War. After that
terrible conflict ended, he then turned his talents to law
enforcement, and finally mercenary work. As such, he
easily gets along in a structured environment, and can
instinctively give (or take) orders of a martial nature.
Contacts:
Two of Lincoln Griffin's most dependable contacts are
Mark Hazzard and Sgt. Major Peel, both of which, while
they were alive, were stand-up kind of guys, and, as long
as they were on the same side, definitely did what was
necessary to help him out. Lincoln also has a sturdy
contact in the mysterious old man he calls Gramps, who is
a useful source of information and new contracts.
Costume:
Like many mercenaries, Lincoln Griffin doesn't really hold
any truck with the Spandex crowd, and he doesn't even
have a standard uniform, really. He most often wears
simple camouflage fatigues on a mission, with brown
boots, a brown belt, a brown backpack, and rarely, a
brown beret – or some variant therein. Alternately, on
urban missions, he simply wears regular streetwear.
Personality:
Lincoln Griffin is one tough hombre, having stuck it out
through years of military training and experience, on his
quest for a purpose and self-identity. Though he's
definitely on the up and up, the man really doesn't know
who or what he's supposed to be, and this has colored
most of his activities to date. He tends to come across as a
competent, if lost soul, but is truly a dependable kind of
guy.
Story:
Lincoln Griffin was a man who joined up with the military
because he was looking for something, though he never
did figure out exactly what. Winding up in the Navy, he
went through Hell Week and, in time, eventually
transformed into a full-fledged SEAL He managed this
towards the end of the Vietnam war, and was used in all
manner of shadow missions in that conflict.
On one fateful mission, after growing cocky from earlier
successes, Lincoln got himself spotted by a local NVA
guard as he attempted to sabotage a river dock, and
though he felled the man, he didn't do so before his foe
fired off several shots. Suddenly the center of attention at
a party he didn't want to attend, Lincoln got his getaway
boat blown up by the enemy, barely surviving the assault.
However, he did manage to swim back to shore
unnoticed, and made his way into the deep, dark jungle -
at night, no less. The problem here was that by this time,
without his equipment and maps, Lincoln became
somewhat lost, and wasn't quite sure exactly which way
he should strike out in. Eventually attracting the attention
of several sentries, Lincoln would've died, if not for Mark
Hazzard.
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The man and his squad were alerted to Griffin's mission in
the area and were looking for any survivors. Taking out
the would-be killers before they knew what hit them,
Mark then fought tooth and nail to get Griffin back to
friendly ground, though Lincoln definitely gave his all to
the fight, as well. Soon after, however, Lincoln wound up
getting shipped back home, and had a hard time getting
good work.
He became a Sky Marshall, but quickly grew discontent
with this work, as it seems the government didn't like him
shooting up folks who attempted to hijack planes and
whatnot. Leaving that job, Lincoln then became a police
officer, but again, watching what well-to-do criminals did
to defeat the system time and again began to wear away
at Lincoln's resolve, and he eventually quit in disgust.
Finally, Lincoln went back to what he knew, and
transformed into a full time mercenary, one who was
more than competent at what he did and felt right at
home despite the dangers inherent to the job.
Sometimes, he managed to work with his good pal
Hazzard and their shop, but occasionally the two wound
up on opposite sides, largely due to Treetop's poor
management of his shop's contracts.
When Hazzard's professional association with Treetop
ended, though, Lincoln decided to enlist his help for a
special mission that he was hired for, one that would
allow him to run much-needed armaments to
Afghanistan's Mujahedin rebels, who were attempting to
eject Soviet forces from their nation. Of course, Hazzard
and his pilot, Ritter, would be decoys for the real
shipment.
And, as it turned out, someone was indeed looking for
Hazzard to be in Iran, smuggling weapons through to
Afghanistan. Captured by the Iranian army, Hazzard and
Ritter were beaten when it was discovered that they only
had farm implements in their plane, and that the real
shipment of arms had already gotten where it was
supposed to. The Iranians then executed poor Ritter in
retaliation.
band of rebels. Burying the man, Stryker wasn't present to
note the arrival of the paranormal vigilantes known as Psi-
Force, who ultimately avenged the Sergeant Major's
death by trashing the Soviet installation.
In the process of this, the Psi-Force also found out who
the mysterious traitor in the Mujahedin ranks was, and
armed with this knowledge, his daughter, the paranormal
known as Sedara, killed him outright. Tired of the killing,
she and Psi-Force left for parts unknown, and Lincoln
himself decided to call it quits, hoping to head back to the
States, and take an extended vacation in Florida.
His current whereabouts or activities are unknown.

Feeling responsible for Hazzard's capture, Lincoln set up a

rescue party to bring him home, and smelling a rat, he
had his contact, 'Gramps', look into the matter of the
Iranians knowing just where to find Hazzard. Once his
group was set up, though, he was off, and in a blazing
assault on the Iranian compound holding his friend,
Lincoln and company managed to finally liberate the
tortured Hazzard.

As the others returned to America, Lincoln decided to stay

to help the Mujahedin repel the Soviets from their land,
and was accompanied by Sgt. Major Peel. However, right
before they got on their plane, Lincoln received a
message from Gramps, and handed it off to Hazzard; the
note stated who was behind Hazzard's current woes - his
ex-wife's new husband, and an old foe called Frenchie.

Acting on this note ultimately got Hazzard killed, but

Lincoln wouldn't find this out for years, having stayed in
Afghanistan through thick and thin. This is somewhat
remarkable, especially since the Soviet army threw the
book at Afghanistan, wielding their experimental, Club-
built Mark 1 MAX armors and their paranormal hit-squad,
Red Sun, on the outclassed freedom fighters.

He was still present years later, however, when the

Sergeant Major bought it on a raid into a Soviet base, one
whose intent was ruined by the presence of a traitor in his

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 SGT. MAJOR Height: 6' 2"
Hair: Blue
Eyes: Blonde
PEEL Weight: 170 lbs.
Other Distinguishing Characteristics: None
F: Ex (20)
A: Gd (10) Known Powers:
S: Ty (6) None
E: Ex (20)
R: Gd (10) Limitations / Enhancements:
I: Ex (20) None
P: Ex (20)
Equipment:
Health: 56 Machine Gun: while on the job, the Sergeant Major
Karma: 50 invariably has at least one fully automatic machine gun on
Resources: Ex (20) his person, with plenty of ammunition to spare. He can
Popularity: 0 use these devastating weapons to inflict Good (10)
Shooting damage in a short, controlled burst, or Excellent
Real Name: Sgt. Major Peel (first name unrevealed) (20) Shooting damage in a full auto spread – one that
Occupation: Mercenary, instructor tends to burn magazines up real, real fast.
Legal Status: American (?) citizen with a likely criminal
record, legally deceased Pistol: in situations where heavier weaponry isn't
Marital Status: Married (he hears a lot of jokes about Mrs. practical, or when off a mission, Sgt. Major Peel always
Peel) has a semi-automatic handgun on him, usually safely
Alias(es), if any: None contained within a shoulder holster. This gun can fire a
Group Affiliation: Mark Hazzard's merc shop single shot which will inflict Typical (6) Shooting damage
per attack, or Good (10) Shooting damage in a semi-
automatic, magazine-expending burst.

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Blade: in addition to his rather significant firepower, the
Sgt. Major carries a blade or two with him on his missions.
After all, when you're stuck in a jungle, it often pays to
have something with which to cut through the bush – or,
if it comes down to it, other people. This blade can be
used in his hands to inflict Typical (6) Edged Attack
damage and is of Remarkable (30) material strength.
Quirks:
None
Talents:
Guns: a trained combatant, the Sgt. Major would really be
useless without this talent. His armed forces training has
given him the ability to utilize any standard, semi-
automatic, or fully automatic rifle or pistol as though his
Agility score was +1CS in rank; this definitely makes him a
better shot than most of his untrained opponents, but
there's always other mercs, of course.
Martial Arts type B: the good Sgt. Major can effectively
use any standard gun with competence, but should he
find himself unarmed (or simply out of ammunition), he
can definitely hold his own without projectile weaponry.
In unarmed melee combat, the Sgt. Major can make any
physical attack (punches, bites, kicks, elbow crushes, knee
smashes, head butts, etc.) at his Fighting rank +1CS.
Military: you don't need to see the uniform to tell that the
Sgt. Major is a born and bred military man. Though the
exact armed forces he trained and fought with as a youth
are still unknown to us, the man can easily blend into an
organized combat unit if necessary and knows military
protocols (as well as the military mindset) like the back of
his hand, allowing him to give and take orders with
practiced ease.
Contacts:
Naturally, as a member of Mark Hazzard's mercenary
'shop', the Sgt. Major can rely on the man and his
associated hired help for aid in a pinch, as these fellows
have fought together the world over, on various missions
where the only hope of survival comes from your fellow
mercs. Several of Mark's pals are also on good terms with
the Sgt. Major, such as the Priestess.
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Costume:
While on the job, the Sgt. Major tends to wear a no-
nonsense uniform. His outfit consists of brown fatigues
(shirt / pants), black boots, a green belt, green belt
pouches, and of course, his trademark green beret. Unlike
most of his fellows, he sticks to this standard outfit while
on a mission, unless there is a specific need for him to
utilize other clothing – say, black for night missions, etc.
Personality:
The Sgt. Major is something of a quiet, reserved man, in
that he doesn't get in a body's face about any matter; he
simply lets things run their course. Unless, of course, said
matters would interfere with his current mission, at which
point he lets loose with whatever weaponry he happens
to have on his person. He's also quite a stand-up kind of
guy and is willing to defend his beliefs to the death.
Story:
The man who came to be known as the Sergeant Major
began his military life during the Vietnam War, like many
of the mercenaries in Mark Hazzard's shop. He managed
to get through the conflict without too much pain or
personal injury, and quickly drifted into mercenary work
once he was cut loose, having gotten involved with a
group known as the 'wild geese', the one they made a
movie about.
Of course, the Sgt. Major grew discontent with this line of
work, as he was involved in too many conflicts in Africa,
where his group would be employed by one rich
landowner and pitted against another. And as it turned
out, these shady employers often refused to pay, and Peel
and his crew wound up having to kill the man (or men, as
it turned out) as an example to other, would-be non-pay
cases.
Once he'd had enough, the Sgt. Major left mercenary
work and settled down, getting married and generally
living a nice, happy, and overall peaceful life. However,
Peel was eventually contacted by Mark Hazzard, who
knew him from the 'Nam and had need of his unique
talents. No, he didn't need Sgt. Major Peel to fight, so
much as to teach others how to.
You know, your oppressed natives, heroic revolutionaries,
and so on. Hesitant at first, Peel found that he truly
enjoyed his work, as he was making the world a better
THE PRIESTESS
place, one day at a time – give or take. Things changed, F: Rm (30)
however, when Mark allowed his pal Treetop to take A: Ex (20)
charge of his shop's contracts, and the man began taking S: Ty (6)
all manner of shady jobs for shady people. E: Ex (20)
R: Gd (10)
After Hazzard dealt with that particular issue once and for I: Rm (30)
all, he continued the work he'd started with Sgt. Major P: Rm (30)
Peel and did so until Mark got himself set up and captured
while in Iran. As did many other pals of the man, the Sgt. Health: 76
Major hooked up with a rescue mission designed to save Karma: 70
him and, after a huge battle waged against the facility Resources: Ex (20)
holding him, he and his allies freed Hazzard. Popularity: 2

Having witnessed what was going on in the region first- Real Name: Unrevealed
hand, however, the Sgt Major decided to stay on, Occupation: Martial arts instructor
alongside his pal Lincoln 'Stryker' Griffin, and train the Legal Status: American citizen with no known criminal
local Mujahedin rebels in the fine art of warcraft. The duo record
hung out through thick and thin, teaching their charges to Marital Status: Single
battle the Russian army, and then fighting with them, for Alias(es), if any: High Priestess (more of an alternate title,
several years - though things quickly got very hot in that really)
region. Group Affiliation: None; though she occasionally assists
Mark and various folks in his mercenary shop.
You see, shortly after their arrival, Lincoln and the
Sergeant Major raised the notice of an elite Spetznaz unit, Height: 5' 7"
who wiped out a large portion of their troops. In addition Hair: Blonde
to that, the Soviet government tested out several Eyes: Blue
experimental weapons on the Mujahedin freedom Weight: 117 lbs.
fighters, such as their Club-built, Mark 1 MAX armor suits Other Distinguishing Characteristics: None
and the paranormal hit-squad known as Red Sun, then led
by the diabolical Rodstvow. Known Powers:
None
They somehow managed to stay alive, though, especially
with the aid of a paranormal Mujahedin known as Sedara, Limitations / Enhancements:
who had the power to 'transverse' from one location to None
another by creating a spatial doorway between them.
However, this power wasn't enough to save the life of Equipment:
poor Sgt. Major Peel, when a traitor arose within the Katana: inherited from her old sensei, this deadly weapon
ranks of the Mujahedin, and he was slain in an ambush. has been put to use by the Priestess on several occasions.
Made from a combination of hard and soft metals folded
An ignominious end, to be sure, but at least the over each other hundreds of times, this sword has a
paranormal strike force known as Psi-Force managed to material strength of at least Amazing (50), and in the
avenge his untimely demise. Priestess' hands, is potent enough to inflict Good (10)

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Armor Piercing Edged Attack damage with each deadly
strike.
Shuriken: The Priestess also carries a large array of
throwing stars, spikes, and the like on her person at any
given time, made from various materials (Good (10)
material strength.). These projectile weapons are capable
of inflicting Typical (6) Edged Throwing damage per attack
and cannot be re-used unless the Priestess recovers them
first. In the event that recovery isn't an option, she carries
quite a few of these.
Quirks:
None
Talents:
Martial Arts types A, B, and C: a black belt in several
martial arts, the Priestess receives several benefits in
combat. She can achieve Slam or Stun results against any
foe, regardless of her comparative Strength or Endurance,
receives a +1CS to hit when making unarmed melee
attacks, and adds +1CS to grappling, escaping, dodging,
and weaving maneuvers (applied to the appropriate
ability score).
Oriental Weapons: having been well-trained in their use,
the Priestess may attempt any Fighting or Agility FEAT roll
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required when utilizing one of the following weapons
without penalty: blowguns, crossbows, katanas, kris,
nunchaku, sai, shuriken, or anything else utilized in
oriental fighting styles. She doesn't always carry such
gear, but she can use it quite effectively when she does.
Contacts:
Naturally, the Priestess has Mark Hazzard as a solid
contact, as the man is good friends with her - more, really.
Furthermore, his pals have worked with her on more than
one occasion, so they're likely to help her in a pinch.
Finally, there's the uncounted multitudes of people she's
instructed in the martial arts, who revere her like a true
priestess, and would do almost anything to help or
protect her.
Costume:
Like most of Mark's pals, the Priestess doesn't have a set
costume while participating in some adventure or
another. For instance, while on a rescue mission with
Mark and his pal Mal, she wore a black leather outfit
consisting of pants, a buttoned vest, hip-hugger boots,
and of course, gloves that reach up past her elbows. On
other jobs, she's worn normal street wear or camouflage
fatigues, so her look is variable.
Personality:
The mysterious woman known only as the Priestess is a
disciplined, yet passionate human being. Having had her
life turned around by a single act of kindness by a total
stranger, she has the belief that human beings are
inherently good people and does her level best to assist
others in any way possible, mostly by running her martial
arts dojo and teaching inner city youths to take care of
themselves.
Story:
The story of she who became the Priestess began when,
after running away from home and her father, she made
her way to New York City. Shortly after her arrival, she
was targeted by various street hustlers, pimps, and
assorted sundry, unsavory types, when she was rescued
from a life of unpleasant activity by none other than Mark
Hazzard, who drove those thugs off and bought her a
lunch.
Listening to her story while they ate, Mark deduced that
the best thing for her would be to entrust her care to an
old friend of his, a martial arts sensei. This man let her
stay in a spare room and, in addition to making sure her
basic needs were met, began to train her in the ways of
the martial arts. This was, of course, to give her the
means to ensure her own independence.
And it worked. Over the next few years, she finally
acquired her black belt in karate and other assorted
martial arts, and when the sensei died a bit later, he left
his dojo to her – mind you, she figured the thing was as
much Mark's as it was hers, as he made her life in New
York possible. At any rate, over the years she became a
renowned instructor in her own right and came to be
known as the Priestess.
As she taught countless inner-city students the lessons
that saved her own life, the Priestess did what she could
to help her good friend Mark, should he find himself in
need. This help was rarely necessary, of course, but one
such instance did involve the Priestess helping Mark and
his pal Mal to save Mal's kid sister from a gang of bikers,
even though this help ultimately wound up being
unnecessary.
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This changed after Mark abruptly and violently ended his
working relationship with both Mal and his shop's pilot,
Treetop. Needing a place to stay (since Treetop actually
owned his apartment), Mark came to the Priestess for
help, and she gave him a place to stay without question.
Of course, under these conditions, their friendship seems
to have developed into something... more.
Eventually, though, things went sour when Mark got
himself captured by Iranian soldiers and was about to be
executed for his crimes against that state - namely,
helping to smuggle arms in to help Mujahedin rebels over
in Afghanistan. When his pals mobilized in an effort to
rescue him in time, the Priestess was one of the first to
volunteer, and she even brought two willing students with
her.
Sneaking their way into Iran, Hazzard's shop, along with
the Priestess and her two martial artists in training, broke
into the compound that was holding their friend without
mercy. During a coordinated assault, the mercenaries and
martial artists tore the place apart, and after freeing
Hazzard, they helped the man take out the leader of the
facility, the jerk who executed Mark's pilot pal, Ritter.
Once he got back to the States, however, Mark got
himself killed by his ex-wife's new husband, who was
insanely jealous of him for some reason - though Mark
took him out as well. This obviously devastated the
Priestess a lot, as Mark was one of the most important
people in her life. But, considering her character, she's
most likely decided to carry on, in his honor, helping city
kids help themselves.
 RITTER Other Distinguishing Characteristics: Ritter sometimes
wears a pencil moustache.

F: Gd (10) Known Powers:

A: Rm (30) None
S: Ty (6)
E: Ex (20) Limitations / Enhancements:
R: Gd (10) None
I: Ex (20)
P: Ex (20) Equipment:
Aircraft: as a pilot, Ritter himself can fly almost any
Health: 66 aircraft out there, even if it might occasionally take him a
Karma: 50 bit to figure out all the controls. Though his air vehicles
Resources: Ex (20) are most often provided by prospective employers, Ritter
Popularity: 0 himself is known to own at least one helicopter and one
airplane. There's nothing special about these vehicles;
Real Name: Ritter (first name and rank unrevealed) simply use standard descriptions of them to 'fill in the
Occupation: Mercenary, pilot, possible businessman blanks'.
Legal Status: American citizen with a likely criminal
record, legally deceased Pistol: Ritter isn't primarily a ground combatant and
Marital Status: Single doesn't carry the large array of weaponry that most
Alias(es), if any: None mercenaries do as a result. However, one never knows
Group Affiliation: Occasional pilot for Mark Hazzard's when he's going to get knocked out of his fighter plane or
merc shop attack 'copter, so Ritter carries at least one semi-
automatic pistol on him at all times. He can use it to inflict
Height: 6' Typical (6) Shooting damage in a single shot, +1CS in a
Hair: Brown semi-auto burst.
Eyes: Brown
Weight: 165 lbs.

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Quirks:
None
Talents:
Guns: his primary self-defense skill, Ritter has been
trained in the use of guns – all kinds of guns. When
wielding any standard, semi-automatic, fully automatic, or
even ultra-heavy, vehicle mounted man-shredders, Ritter
can fire them as though his Agility score was +1CS in rank.
Combined with his piloting skill, this makes him
exceptionally useful as a hired gun.
Martial Arts type A: one part of his military training
involved Ritter learning how to defend himself in a pinch,
should he find himself completely unarmed and without
support of any type. In combat, he can deliver Slam or
Stun results against a foe regardless of his comparative
Strength or Endurance scores; of course, body armor or
force fields may hamper this some.
Military/United States: the origin of all his other skills,
Ritter is a known Air Force man; at least he was, before he
mustered out. At any rate, thanks to his time with the
military, the man understands military protocols like the
back of his hand and can easily interpret orders from and
give orders to soldiers, should he find himself in the
company of an enlisted group of trained and armed
combatants.
Piloting: his claim to fame and primary breadwinner, this
skill demonstrates Ritter's mastery of the operation of
flying vehicles. When operating any helicopter, airplane,
or even a GEV, the man makes his Control FEATs as
though his Agility score was +1CS in rank. Of course, if
seated in an air vehicle he's never operated before, he
may have to take some time to get familiar with the
controls.
Contacts:
Thanks to aid given down in a certain, unnamed Central
American country, Ritter can definitely depend on help
from more than a few revolutionaries should he find his
way down there in the future. Of course, belonging to
Mark Hazzard's circle of head-stompin' mercenary pals, he
can also get help from these thugs most of the time, as
Mark and company are usually stand-up guys (and gals).
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Costume:
Being a pilot, Ritter usually dresses like one while on the
job. If in a fighter plane or helicopter, Ritter tends to wear
an Army green jumpsuit, along with green gloves, a green
flight helmet, black boots, and a black belt. If flying an
unarmed plane, though, he'll simply wear his civvies,
along with a brown cap, a black leather jacket, and most
likely, a pair of black Army boots.
Personality:
Ritter's quite a character. For the most part, he mostly
thinks about the bottom dollar when doing anything, as
that's what helps him to maintain the rather extravagant
lifestyle that he's chosen for himself. He's also something
of a showoff, and if anybody tries to call him on a boast
he's made about his capabilities, he'll do just about
anything he can to live up to his own hype.
Story:
While he was in the Air Force, Ritter was something of a
fighter pilot, though the exact nature of his missions has
yet to be revealed. Eventually, however, the man
mustered out of the military, and went into business for
himself as a pilot – combat or otherwise. Over the next
couple of years, Ritter managed to make quite a bit of
coin for his troubles, and easily settled into the high life.
An old pal of Mark Hazzard's, Ritter wound up being
called upon by the man after he had a falling out with his
usual air support, Louis 'Treetop' Barrington. It seemed
that Mark needed his help as a combat pilot, though the
job he was putting together didn't pay anything; it was a
favor to some folks he'd just done a job for weeks before.
Lacking incentive, however, Ritter refused.
This changed, though, when the man who contacted
Hazzard about the job gave Ritter the motivation he
needed. You see, Hazzard's employer couldn't come up
with raw funds, but he did have plenty of goods, such as a
fully armed A-10 aircraft which Ritter had always wanted
to fly but had never gotten the chance to while he was
signed up with the military. Naturally, he simply couldn't
resist.
As such, when things went sour down in Central America
for Hazzard and the rest of his crew, Ritter showed up at
the last minute, using his vastly superior air
power to vanquish the thugs menacing his
fellows – and how! Though Hazzard was mad
about the timing, as an earlier arrival could've
saved some of his men's lives, Ritter simply
explained that the only reason he was there
was to fly that A-10.

Months later, Ritter wound up working with

Hazzard again, when the two were hired by
Lincoln Griffin to help run some much-needed
arms through to some Mujahedin rebels in
Afghanistan. Essentially, though he didn't
know it at the time, Ritter and Hazzard were
to be the decoys, flying a plane in an easterly
direction towards Afghanistan, while the real
arms went with Lincoln and Mal through
India.

The problem with this was that someone was

out to get Hazzard, and somehow found out
that he was going to be over Iran in the next
few days. As such, Hazzard and Ritter were
easily captured, and then beaten for
information about the arms they were
supposed to be carrying; the crates they had,
which were labeled 'farm implements',
actually only held farm implements!

When the Iranians threatened to kill Ritter,

Hazzard admitted that they were merely
decoys, and that the real arms would be in
Afghanistan by now, fully out of reach.
Enraged, the murderous military men then
struck out at the two mercenaries, and since
each of them were tied up execution-style to
a wooden pole, they shot poor Ritter outright, killing him
virtually instantaneously.

Of course, Mark and his buddies eventually avenged poor

Ritter, but that's not the point.

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 HENRI
'FRENCHIE'
GRAYMALKIN
F: Gd (10)
A: Gd (10)
S: Ty (6)
E: Gd (10)
R: Ex (20)
I: Ty (6)
P: Gd (10)

Health: 36
Karma: 36
Resources: Am (50)
Popularity: 0

Real Name: Henri Graymalkin

Occupation: Criminal mastermind
Legal Status: French citizen with a likely criminal record,
legally deceased
Marital Status: Single
Alias(es), if any: Frenchie (more of an enemy-generated
insult, really)
Group Affiliation: None

Height: 5' 9"

Hair: Black, with gray streaks
Eye: Brown
Weight: 225 lbs.
Other Distinguishing Characteristics: Henri has a truly
distinctive look, in that he wears glasses over the patch
covering his missing left eye, and usually smokes with the
aid of a cigarette holder. He used to have a full beard

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without a moustache, but later shaved that down to a
goatee.
Known Powers:
None
Limitations / Enhancements:
None
Equipment:
Revolver: Henri Graymalkin rarely carries any armament
on his person, in that he has all manner of hired goons
and thugs to deal with threats to his personal safety.
However, should they fail, he does have a stylish, six-shot
revolver in his office desk, one that he can use to inflict
Typical (6) Shooting damage per attack. It's mostly for
show, though, and he almost never uses the thing.
Quirks:
Missing Parts/Left Eye: lost in some unrevealed incident in
the past, Henri is missing his left eye. Though he likes to
think the loss makes him look mysterious, in that he does
wear an eye patch, it has cost him. You see, he has no
depth perception anymore, and as such, Henri makes any
vision-based Intuition FEAT rolls at -1CS, greatly affecting
his ability to drive, shoot a gun, and so forth.
Sense/Vision: in addition to the fact that he's missing his
left eye, Henri's right eye isn't truly working at its full
ability. As such, he normally always wears thick
eyeglasses, which kind of dulls the romantic impact of his
eye patch somewhat. Should he find himself without his
visual aid, Henri must make any vision-based Intuition
FEAT rolls at a further -2CS.
Talents:
Business/Finance: a true criminal at heart, Henri has
learned the ins and outs of money management, and the
best way to use these principles to avoid government
detection of his clandestine activities. In matters
concerning corporate management and financial acuity,
Henri makes any applicable FEAT rolls as though the rank
referenced was +1CS higher than is listed above.
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Guns: Henri has shown himself to be a capable wielder of
all manner of rifles and pistols, of either the standard,
semi-automatic, or fully automatic variety. In fact, if using
a gun in combat, he can make the required Agility FEAT
rolls at a +1CS, though this doesn't help to offset the
penalties his rotten vision gives him very much. But
despite his visual problems, he knows his way around
firearms.
Languages: English and French: though he was born and
raised in France, and truly loves his land, language, and
people, Henri found that it was more efficient for him to
manage his 'business' from the United States, and as such,
he learned English to better facilitate this choice. Sure, he
could've just had his minions translate for him, but you
always lose something in the translation, you know.
Contacts:
The extent of Henri's criminal contacts has yet to be
revealed, nor are they likely to be. However, he was in
command of his own criminal organization, and thus
would have quite a few folks at his beck and call, who are
paid enough to do anything they could to assist the man.
Furthermore, Henri seemed to be good friends with his
personal stockbroker, Gordon, who supplied him choice
tidbits about Hazzard's activities.
Costume:
Not a superhuman adventurer by any means, much less a
combatant of any stripe if he can at all avoid it, Henri has
no 'union suit' whatsoever – Spandex or otherwise. While
he's going about his nefarious business, Henri simply
wears an exquisitely tailored business suit, one that
describes his wealth and power for the world to see, and
shiny black leather shoes.
Personality:
Henri is a cultured, reserved man who truly appreciates
the finer things in life – the more expensive, the better.
He also comes across as a charismatic, friendly sort of guy,
being there to help a friend in need. Of course, knowing
that his lifestyle is dependent on his getting the job done,
he'll do whatever he can – or have his minions do
whatever they can, at least – to ensure his continued
operations.
Story: the Iranians that an arms shipment was coming their way,
As is the case with many of the people in Mark Hazzard's to be smuggled clean through their country by plane, and
life, little is truly known about the history of Henri the Iranian air force intercepted Hazzard and his pilot.
Graymalkin, the criminal that his enemies like to call
'Frenchie', if only because they know it annoys him so. The Iranians then tortured Hazzard and his pal Ritter, and
However, it is known that the man is from France (hence once it was discovered that the duo were just decoys for
the nickname), that he has all kinds of ties to the the real shipment, killed poor Ritter outright. However,
underworld, and that he is a very, very rich man. Hazzard's pals learned where he was being held, and
launched a lightning rescue op to free him. Thinking the
Apparently, Henri has been involved with certain whole thing suspicious, Hazzard's pal Lincoln had his
clandestine matters all over the globe, and sure enough, contacts look into the matter, and they saw Henri's hand
Mark Hazzard and his mercenary shop have interfered in events.
with his business innumerable times. This has naturally
given Henri a negative disposition towards Hazzard and Once Lincoln told Hazzard this, he broke into Henri's
his pals and should an opportunity to get rid of the man expansive mansion in New York City, and confronted him
arise, Henri has been more than ready to take advantage about the Iranian debacle. Once his security goons had
in the past. been dealt with, and after Hazzard shot him in the hand,
Henri broke down and revealed Gordon as his source, but
For instance, when Gordon, his stockbroker friend, told when Hazzard went to leave, Henri shot him – in the arm.
him about his troubles with his wife and son-in-law, Henri In retaliation, Hazzard killed him dead – with a nasty shot
listened to the man whine about how Hazzard was through the heart.
coming to see his kid during a little league baseball game.
The wheels of vengeance began to turn in Henri's criminal
mind almost instantly, and by the time his lunch with
Gordon was over, he had a plan to dispose of Hazzard. FATHER KEVIN
That Sunday, while the game was taking place, and after
Hazzard resolved a small issue with his son's baseball
EUGENE JOHNSON
coach, three of Henri's goons showed up to deal with the
man, hoping that he'd be caught totally off guard during F: Ex (20)
his family time. Sure enough, Mark was trying to be a A: Gd (10)
good parent, and left his armaments at home for the S: Gd (10)
event, and if he wasn't so crafty, Hazzard would've had it. E: Ex (20)
R: Ty (6)
With unexpected skill, Hazzard managed to deal with the I: Ex (20)
three hitmen easily, incapacitating one, killing a second P: Ex (20)
outright, and gunning down a third after he tried to use
some little leaguers as hostages. Though this caused Health: 60
Hazzard some grief with the local police, it didn't get rid of Karma: 46
him, and while Henri was disappointed about this, he let it Resources: Gd (10)
slide; after all, there's always tomorrow. Popularity: 0

Henri's next plot to get rid of Hazzard took shape after Real Name: Father Kevin Eugene Johnson
Gordon learned that Hazzard was going to be in Iran on a Occupation: Operative of the Cestus Dei
mission, several months down the road. Once Henri got Legal Status: Irish citizen with a likely criminal record
this info from the man, he had his agents send word to

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 within two areas of his person. If he flings them, Kevin
must recover his blades before he can use them again.

Uzi 9mm Machine Guns: when on missions for his sect,

Kevin will usually try to make use of his favorite weapons,
a set of Uzi 9mm automatic guns. He can use these
weapons to inflict Good (10) Shooting damage in a short,
controlled burst, or boost their damage capability to
Excellent (20) Shooting damage if he fires off a fully
automatic spread at an opponent.

Quirks:
Dulled Sense / Vision: it has been shown that Kevin must
wear thick, horn-rimmed glasses at all times, and as such,
it is safe to assume that he's got something of a vision
problem; a minor one, to be sure, but it's there,
nonetheless. Should he find himself without his visual
aids, Kevin must roll all vision-based Intuition FEAT rolls at
a -2CS to his standard rank.

Talents:
Marital Status: Single Guns: his primary stock in trade, Kevin will utilize a gun to
Alias(es), if any: None do the job if he can at all get away with it; sure, he's got
Group Affiliation: the Cestus Dei all kinds of other fighting skills, but why rely on your
hands when an Uzi is strapped to your back, ready to go?
Height: 5' 11" When firing any regular, semi-automatic, or fully
Hair: Blonde automatic rifles or pistols, Kevin may resolve his attack
Eyes: Blue FEAT as though his Agility score was +1CS in rank.
Weight: 170 lbs.
Other Distinguishing Characteristics: the good (?) Father Languages / English, Italian, and Latin: having apparently
always wears a pair of thick glasses. lived in Italy for years, it's a natural that Kevin has picked
up the native tongue, and that he now is bilingual,
Known Powers: speaking both English and Italian. Of course, you never
None know, but he should've. Also, being of the faith that he is,
and being more than a little serious about it, it is likely
Limitations / Enhancements: that Kevin has studied up on his Latin, as well.
None
Martial Arts types A and B: a competent combatant, Kevin
Equipment: has demonstrated both these martial arts styles in battle.
Throwing Knives: Kevin always carries at least one As such, he can attempt unarmed melee attacks as
throwing knife on him at any given time, though he's though his Fighting score was +1CS in rank, and he can
usually got more. In combat, he can use these in melee to also inflict Slam or Stun results upon a foe regardless of
inflict Good (10) Edged Attack damage per deadly strike, his comparative Strength or Endurance score; what can
or he can throw them at an opponent to cause them we say, he's just that good!
Good (10) Edged Throwing damage – as long as they're

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Skill / Knives: in the event that he should find himself
without his favorite hand cannons, Kevin will most likely
rely upon his throwing knives. While this talent doesn't
specifically cover his throwing them at a body, it does
cover his wielding them in melee, and when he does so,
Kevin may do so as though his Fighting score was +1CS in
rank - he's just good with a blade.
Thrown Weapons: finally, in addition to all his other
fighting talents, Kevin is good at throwing things at a
body, with malicious intent. If holding any weapon
designed to be thrown (daggers, certain hatchets, spears,
shuriken, and so on), he does so as though his Agility
score was +1CS in rank and is quite adept in using such
weapons to strike specific spots on a body.
Contacts:
Though it hardly has to be said, Kevin has a reliable
contact in the form of the Cestus Dei, in that he's a highly
placed member of that religious sect, and though his
leader failed to hold it, he did recover the Ring of the
Fisherman for them. One never knows, the man may very
well be in charge of the group down the line, so they'd
likely do just about anything they can for him, should he
need it.
Costume:
As a fighting monk of a clandestine Catholic order, you'd
almost expect Kevin to have some sort of symbolic
costume that he wears on missions for the Cestus Dei.
However, this isn't the case, really, and when doing
something for his sect, the man usually just wears a
business suit while on the job, though his specific choices
in color seem to range from blue to brown in that regard.
Personality:
While he may completely and totally believe in something
dark and sinister at heart, Father Johnson has absolutely
no compunctions about doing whatever it takes to defend
his beliefs and to advance the cause of his bizarre sect,
the Cestus Dei. However, he seems to otherwise be an all-
right kind of person, being friendly and amicable when
matters of his faith aren't in question.
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Story:
Not too much has been revealed about the origins of
Father Johnson, truth be told. It is known that the man
was an Irish Catholic priest for quite some time, and due
to the inherently hostile location that he was born and
raised in, the man learned how to fight quite well. Of
course, his skills betray significant combat experience, so
he may have been a member of his military, as well.
If he was, the man's not talking. At any rate, Kevin
eventually made his way to Rome, and somehow hooked
up with a shady sect of the Catholic Church that calls itself
the Cestus Dei: The Fist of God. Since he probably didn't
go to Rome looking for these fellows it is quite likely that
they actively recruited Kevin, as their combative nature
seems to indicate he was perfect for their needs.
Kevin eventually found himself placed rather highly in the
Cestus Dei after several years of dedicated service to the
sect, even after they'd been banned by the Catholic
Church, proper. In fact, that's why he was chosen for a
particularly important mission, one that would partner
him with an American mercenary, Mark Hazzard, and
could change the status quo of the Cestus Dei if
successful.
You see, the group had sent an expedition to Israel to
locate a religious artifact known as the Ring of the
Fisherman, and after the item was actually found,
Lebanese terrorists made off with both the Ring and the
man who found it, one Father Capistran. Since the mission
was intended to get the Cestus Dei back in the good
graces of the Church, its success was absolutely vital.
Heading into Lebanon with Hazzard, Kevin ultimately did
manage to recover the Ring, though he wound up killing
Father Capistran in the process. This immediately aroused
the inherent distrust of his fellow man that Hazzard
possessed and, after reading through some of Capistran's
papers, the mercenary figured out what the Cestus Dei
was up to, uncovering some of their dirty laundry.
When Hazzard confronted the Cestus Dei's leader about
this, Kevin tried to kill the man to keep him silent but
found out that Hazzard was truly as good as his reputation
suggested, and the mercenary flattened poor Kevin and
broke his knife before his
very eyes. Immediately after,
Hazzard opened the doors to
the Cestus Dei's stronghold
so that local authorities
could arrest them.

Father Johnson and his

superior's fate have yet to be
ultimately revealed, but it is
most likely that both served
some jail time in Italy for
their various crimes. They're
both still alive, though, so it
is possible that they may
menace folks with their
inherent fanaticism in the
future – or even that the
Cestus Dei may have gone on
without them. Either way,
Kevin will have made out
smelling like roses. After all,
though he failed to kill
Hazzard, he did recover the
Ring of the Fisherman.

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 OBITUARY
Mark Hazzard
Marcus E. Hazzard, 42, of New York, died from gunshot wounds, Saturday, October 31st,
1987. He was born in Suffolk, England at Royal Air Force Lakenheath to Colonel Leonard
(Ret.) and Margaret Hazzard. After his family returned stateside Mark spent most of his
childhood in Baltimore, MD where he attended Goodwin High School participating in
both baseball and football, as well as graduating with a 4.0 GPA. It was at GHS that he
met and fell in love with Joan, his wife. They were married in 1962. He was a former
West Point student but left the school to enroll in the Army to fight in Viet Nam. He
served three tours of duty, riding to the rank of colonel before retiring his commission
but remained active helping with local veteran organizations and as a private bodyguard
both domestically and abroad. He enjoyed baseball, guns, overseas travel and cherished
his time with family and friends. Mark will be deeply missed by all those whose lives he
touched, in one way or another.

Mark is survived by his mother, Margaret Hazzard of Baltimore, Md; ex-wife, Joan; and
son, Scott all of Queens, NY; A service to celebrate Mark's life will be held 1:00 p.m.,
Wednesday, November 7, 1987, at the Lamb of Christ Methodist Church. The family will
receive friends following the service in The Fellowship Hall. Interment will be private.

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If you liked the material found in this book, then you should explore Denny Hill’s (aka Firebomb)
website, Technohol 13! If you think that playing in the New Universe would be new and exciting,
check out his information and stats for these additional worlds, all with Marvel Super Heroes
stats!

Additionally, his webpage is where a large portion of Keith Kilburn’s

Golden Age of Heroes sourcebook originated from, and he even has
his own custom rule systems, some based around the classic
FASERIP system!
In 1972, a crack commando retired from the military to
a normal life with the wife of his dreams and a hope
for a better future. Growing restless and realizing that
his true calling was a life as a soldier of fortune, he
found himself a few good men working in the
American underground and they formed a crew.
Today, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a
problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find
him....maybe you can hire Mark Hazzard, Merc.