When Maxim Gunn left the Organization he thought he'd be retiring from
the world made so popular by the James Bond stories. He was wrong, dead wrong. He was gone, but not forgotten,
and before you could say agent, the phone started ringing with old friends from the past wanting the kind of help
only he could give.
Maxim Gunn was in demand. Gunn, I need help. Maxim, I have this problem.
Those were the cries. As an ex- agent he was not going to allowed to rest, and that suited Maxim Gunn just fine:
for if the truth be told, he was just the tiniest bit bored. And secret agent meant just that.
The problems he was handed had to be kept covert, for they were the kind
that no one would believe possible. Werewolves, aliens and vampires are just not possible, or are they? Maxim Gunn
soon found out they were, and he back into the thick of danger, right up to his elegant neck.
