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   $  Lethal Tender  $


Americans start another day
shuddering in horror and gritting
their teeth in frustration.  The
morning newspaper reports yet
another hideously obscene act of
violence against innocent citizens.
It is the diabolical work of the
world's most infamous villain.  When
reading of these monstrous events,
one hardly needed to look for the
name of the perpetrator,  Thorne
Devereaux.

In the War Room deep beneath the
White House, the President holds
satellite recon photos in his
trembling hands as he listens to his
National Security Advisor give a
briefing on Devereaux's ultimate
scheme of mass terrorism. High in
the Sierra Madre Mountains,
Devereaux's agents have set up a
camp outside an old mining ghost
town.  Posing as an experimental
re-mining operation to extract
traces of copper and silver left
behind by conventional mining
methods, they have built an
underground manufacturing plant for
the production of an incredibly
explosive substance developed by
Devereaux code named P.A.I.D.
(Particle Accelerated Incinerary
Device).  This compound is so
unstable that an amount the size of
a silver dollar could literally
reduce a city block to smoldering
ashes in seconds.

Devereaux's plan is to do just that
by placing P.A.I.D. laden money into
circulation.  He has almost
completed a counterfeit operation
where the coins and bills are not
just illegal copies, but lethal time
bombs.  The money will be sprayed
with a protective coating that
degrades over time.  Once the
coating wears off, contact with the
air sets of a fiery blast.  Unless
stopped, random explosions will kill
and maim innocent citizens
everywhere. Not only will the
carnage create absolute mayhem, but
people will be afraid to touch any
US currency.  The entire US monetary
system will be totally disrupted. 
"Hey buddy, keep the change," will
be a decree of death instead of a
gesture of generosity.

This madness must stop and there is
only one man who can stop Devereaux.
 Just the mention of his name sends
a chill down the spine of drug
lords, terrorists and crime
syndicates throughout the world.  He
is an American hero.  For that
matter, an international hero, a
LEGEND.  He is one man making a
difference against insurmountable
odds in the War on Drugs and
international terrorism.
  The man is Hunter, Nick Hunter!


Nick Hunter is a highly decorated
specialist in counter-terrorism with
DEEP (Department of Elaborate
Engagement Protocols), rumored to be
a disjointed arm of the CIA.  He is
a far cry from the stereotypical
Vietnam era snake-eating,
muscle-bound Rambo commando.  The
epitome of the ultimate soldier
using intellect, cunning and
lightning speed to achieve his
objectives.  Brute force is only a
matter of necessity, nothing more,
nothing personal.  Armed with the
most exotic weapons and equipment,
he is a master of infiltration and
escape, adept in all aspects of
combat engineering, including
demolition, ambush, recon and
subterranean warfare.

As the top agent of DEEP's
ultra-low-profile Stealth Group,
Hunter is a master of weapons and
disguise.  His identity has been
hidden well.  For his safety and the
safety of his elite hand picked
team, exerted and expensive efforts
are made to keep them out of the
public eye.  If his identity or
whereabouts were known, it would be
the beginning of the end.

Keeping Nick Hunter under wraps was
costly, but successful.  Stories
leaked around Washington's
scandalous cocktail circuit,
intentionally or not, about this new
super-hero and his many identities. 
Soon these tales took on a life of
their own to the point that people
thought this Hunter character was a
hoax or a figment of the
government's overactive imagination.
 Some suspected this was a ploy to
grab millions of dollars of tax
payer's money for the CIA.
  They hardly believed a singular
man could make such an impact...but
then they didn't know Nick Hunter.

Hunter was constantly on the move,
jetting from one cosmopolitan
watering hole to the next, always
rubbing elbows with society's elite
and always under the most elaborate
disguises.  He often masqueraded as
an international art dealer,
traveling with his usual entourage
to cover for his long trips away
from home.  He was charming,
intelligent and always a gracious
guest.  No one suspected this quiet
and uncommonly warm gentleman was
the greatest crime fighter of all.
No one suspected YOU...

...you are Nick Hunter.



Your mission is to infiltrate the
bogus ghost town mining camp and
gain access to the Devereaux's
underground complex. You must locate
and disable the main processing
machine located at the lower levels
of the compound. This will not be an
ordinary mission, but then you are
not an ordinary operative.

No one knows for sure, but there is
some suspicion that you might
encounter Thorne Devereaux himself. 
Make no mistake about it, his reign
of terror must be stopped.  Life
always seems to come down to a few
moments.  This is one of them. 
There are no alternatives.  Its all
or nothing at all.  Good Luck!

