The Khalians are weasel shaped and weasel vicious; their main concern with humanity is the way humans taste. Behind the Khalians are others: stronger, smarter, and more vicious still.
Captain Miklos Kowacs and the men and women of Marine Reaction Company 121, the Headhunters, have faced the Khalians on the front lines: now they're taking the war to the enemy, freeing captured planets from their bestial conquerors and penetrating even the Khalian horneworld.
But the worst dangers to Kowacs and his Headhunters come from traitors who wear the same uniform!
The only chance of defeating the Ichtons is to capture one one alive. No human battlefleet could hope to do thatbut just maybe a lone scout like Sergeant Dresser could.
Anyway, he has to try. The Ichtons don't conquer their enemies: they destroy them utterly.
In the not-too-distant future, government cameras watch every soul in North America. Only the most cunning and powerful imagine they can commit a crime and escape punishment, and they become the prey of hunters like Jed Lacey.
Lacey has neither hopes nor fears, and he has no mercy at ad. There's never been anybody better at what he does.
There've always been men and women willing to stand between humanity and the worst the universe has to offer. The trouble is, they can't stay human and do their jobsand they must do their jobs. Like New Hard cover.