It takes a lot these days to wrest Rocco Vargas from his typewriter, but a mild case of exploding ceiling fans, colonial subterfuge simmering in the solar system, and a sibilant drug baron caught with his robotic arm deep in the cookie jar has managed to do the trick. Earth's government has coveted North Rhea, Saturn's richest moon, for too long, and now it seems the Venusian war has provided the perfect excuse for expansion. And Rocco is involved up to his eyeballs -- even without the drug-harvesting zombies to worry about.
