The Ravagers

It was not a peaceful way to die - but there was nothing Helm could do for him now. Scratch one agent. Cross off the pretty boy with the face women just couldn't resist. The poor bastard was lying dead in a Canadian motel room, with no face at all. It had been eaten away with acid, corroded beyond all recognition. And the most likely patsy was a woman Helm had orders to protect--no matter what the cost.