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Business...is what a gang of crooked cops has been taking care of-big and dirty business. Seattle, that northwestern stronghold of law, order, and the American way, is the scene. Mark Hardin (a.k.a. The Penetrator) steps in when he finds that a former Vietnam war buddy - now a cop - has been shot to death in an apparent robbery. But who was robbing whom? Mark doesn't know for sure, but he will find out.

When a raid on an Iraqi terrorist nest uncovers a list of American targets, the Specialists need answers fast. Is the list real? Which targets will be threatened first? And who's the mastermind behind it all?

With 5 million copies in print, The Penetrator novel series has thrilled readers around the world for years. The series features the action and adventures of Mark Hardin as he wages a continuing war against crime, corruption, and evil organizations from around the world in order to protect the innocent. With, "The Target Is H", find out how it all began and what events lead to Mark Hardin's quest for justice. A quest where he must not only go up against the criminals but at times law enforcement officials who wish to stop him.

When vacationers aboard the cruise liner Royal Princess are being thrown overboard two at a time, a lightning-quick response is needed. And the Specialists respond with violent force, uncovering a shadowy terrorist group, the Sword of Allah.

Mark Hardin (a.k.a. The Penetrator) flew to the Orient for a vacation and to recover physically and mentally from the numerous brushes with death he has had in his quest to bring down the evil individuals and organizations that he has encountered. But his visit has touched off a chain reaction of terror. First a renowned atomic scientist was kidnapped; then a madman announced he has a stockpile of thermonuclear weapons for sale.

When an American dies under suspicious circumstances in Berlin, the Specialists are called in to investigate. The victim was trying to track down a missing fortune that belonged to his Jewish grandfather during World War II. It was part of a secret stash extorted by a corrupt Nazi unit offering escape to Jews bound for concentration camps. Except the Nazis kept the loot and sent most of their prisoners to their deaths. After the war, both the Nazis and the fortune disappeared.

It seems that Marcel Bouchet is the powerful head of the Gulfland Fisherman's Co-Op. Bouchet and his henchmen are terrorizing the independent Gulf Coast fisherman into joining his organization so that he can corner the seafood market. But that is only a small part of his plan, for he intends to undermine the entire United States economy with a massive counterfeiting ring...with Cuba's help.

The first subway station blew up while Mark Hardin was still en route from his stronghold in California, piloting a sleek new twin-engine plane. It was fast, but not fast enough to get him there in time to stop the 72nd Street IRT station from caving in, carrying a large section of Broadway with it. New York City is now under siege and being held for ransom. Mark Hardin must find those responsible, and fast. There are 42 subway stations in New York City, and time is running out.

Mark Hardin is known to his enemies as The Penetrator. He's part Cheyenne and he's never forgotten his past. In quest of his heritage, Mark Hardin has learned Indian skills: to track a man, but not to leave tracks; to speak his native language, in ancient dialects and sign language. His years of army service in Vietnam taught him other things. He's a sharpshooter with almost any weapon a man can hold; an expert with hand grenades, explosives, booby traps, and line mines; a black belt in karate and aikido.

Deep in the bowels of an abandoned mountain mineshaft, smack in the middle of the harsh Nevada desert, Dr. Orlando Fitzmueller has installed his computer base. The idea had first come to him when he was second in command at NASA. Then it as an impossible dream. But now, through careful planning, and sheer brilliance, it will become a reality. And he will win. Then in a few precious hours, he will be the single most powerful man the universe has ever known.

It was always a tactical advantage to know the enemy's intended route of march, in addition to his identity. The Penetrator knew the Shadowmen were moving their operations into the Dodge City area. After the pasting they had taken near Liberal, the Penetrator was certain they wouldn't make any further attacks until they had regrouped. But who were the Shadowmen?

Right off, Mark Hardin smelled a rat. Someone was stealing animals...a lot of animals. It wasn't an escalation of the "petnapping" of several years past. No ransom asked, but thousands of dogs and cats were missing, primarily along the densely populated Eastern Seaboard. Sheer volume alone dictated that there was some planning behind the thefts. Somewhere, these small animals were being disposed of. And there had to be a profit in it for somebody.

When the Press Secretary to the President of the United States is killed by an unknown assailant less than a month after taking office, answers to hard questions must be found. A dying mobster has mentioned a well-known, exclusive VIP club in DC. Mark Hardin (AKA The Penetrator) follows a hunch that the club may be linked to the Mafia, and that both may have something to do with the death of his friend.

Deputy U. S. Marshal Chance Thorne arrived in the small town of La Grange, Oregon, with only a sketchy description of the wanted killer and a customized Remington Six Shooter to help him with the man-hunt. Little did he realize that his fugitive was only one cog in the corrupt machinery running the town. But Chance would either blast the town clean or die trying...

"A weak voice, gasping with pain, came on the line. 'That thing...you asked me to look into...It's more than you thought...worse. I...think...th-they...killed...me....' There was only silence on the line---then the sound of a body collapsing." With this, Mark Hardin is on the trail of his most seductive enemy--Linda King, the Colonel.

Someone is killing lawmen, killing them slowly and sadistically. Deputy U,S. Marshall Chance Thorne, assigned to San Diego to catch a couple of bank robbers, is now under orders to find the killer. Convinced by evidence that it's a women he's after, he decides that wearing his badge is the best way to lure her into the open. But will the hunter become the hunted?

Two small areas in Oregon and Washington are going under a barrage of bank robberies by a lady bandit gang that kills a bank teller at each place they bob. The locals are stumped and call un U.S. Marshal Chance Thorn. Another robbery goes down and a teller and one of the robbers are killed. He has no names, little descriptions for the gang, and almost nothing to work with. Can he solve the mystery of he lady bank robber or will it be his first defeat?

Chance Torn, U.S. Marshal based in San Francisco, is mixed up in the middle of a tough cattle rustling situation in the middle of Texas. He was assigned it due to his growing up on a cattle ranch. He had to fake it as an out of work cowhand and try to get hired on by the rustlers who seemed to be short handed. He got hired, and helped them rustle another three hundred head of market ready steers to go along with two hundred they had before. His big problem was how to stop this trail drive to the railroad cattle pens without getting himself shot full of holes by the twelve other riders and ...

Dirty dope. It happens all the time. Deaths from overdoses of heroin. Now it was more than that. Narcotics agents muttered that the Mexican Brown heroin coming in across the border was some strange mix - dirty...and deadly. Mark Hardin has a line on the "hot horse", but he has to move fast - and find a way to beat the smugglers to the border before they can sneak the stuff into the country. If he fails, he'll be in one helluva fix!

Epidemic! It began in the peaceful pastures of Wisconsin. Death had occurred from contaminated milk and dairy products, and the farmers stood by helplessly as their herds were condemned and slaughtered on nothing more than suspicion. US Public Health Service official Dr. Creighton Thornesby personally supervised the shooting of the cattle. He wanted to prevent future outbreaks - or did he?