Death’’s Head

Few survive the cage. Fewer still live to face the whipping post. Of those who do, few are in a state to know what is happening to them. One of those who does is ex-Legion Etrangere sergeant Sven Tveskoeg. As this stubborn, insubordinate son-of-a-bitch feels the first lash fall, he hears the desert tribes attack, and watches as they slaughter his comrades before they can execute him.
Rescued from certain death, Sven joins the tribes. Until his ruthless skills come to the attention of the Death''s Head, the infamous elite special ops force. They want Sven to sort out a little ''local difficulty''. But it seems all is not as it should be. Sven feels he''s a pawn in a deadly game, and pawns have an unfortunate habit of being sacrificed. But Death''s Head Second Lieutenant Tveskoeg, Obsidian Cross 3rd Class, is nobody''s sacrifice. And even a pawn can checkmate a king...

Few survive the cage. Fewer still live to face the whipping post. Of those who do, few are in a state to know what is happening to them. One of those who does is ex-Legion Etrangere sergeant Sven Tveskoeg. As this stubborn, insubordinate son-of-a-bitch feels the first lash fall, he hears the desert tribes attack, and watches as they slaughter his comrades before they can execute him.
Rescued from certain death, Sven joins the tribes. Until his ruthless skills come to the attention of the Death''s Head, the infamous elite special ops force. They want Sven to sort out a little ''local difficulty''. But it seems all is not as it should be. Sven feels he''s a pawn in a deadly game, and pawns have an unfortunate habit of being sacrificed. But Death''s Head Second Lieutenant Tveskoeg, Obsidian Cross 3rd Class, is nobody''s sacrifice. And even a pawn can checkmate a king...