Multinational terrorists hijack a truckload of nuclear bomblets in order to blackmail a US government--and the fatalistic, Bible-thumping President who just sits there spouting Revelations. Intelligence agent Bill Hitch's Cape Cod duck-hunting vacation ends abruptly with the arrival of a messenger from Washington with orders to drop the dead ducks and get back to work. There is trouble. Ost-Sturm, a Sixties-style German gang of political radicals, is on the move, and superpious President Wheeler has appointed his favorite colonel, an idiot, to head the counterterrorist task force. Hitch is needed to give a little balance to the team. It's a good thing he's there, too, because things start to hop quickly. Ost-Sturm and some sympathetic Japanese and Middle Eastern friends have slipped into the country and have stolen a couple of dozen tactical nuclear warheads. Before the Americans get time to set up their desks, the terrorists send a nuclear-bomb letter to an isolated military base and vaporize the same number of soldiers that died in an air raid on a Lebanese village dear to the heart of one of the villains. Hitch begins the police work necessary to trace the gang, but he's constantly thwarted by the martinet and by the screwball wishes of the loony chief executive. While Hitch's betters try to talk the Vice President into taking over, Ost-Sturm discovers the convenience of using Federal Express for those pesky weapon delivery problems--and Hitch realizes that he will absolutely, positively have to straighten things out overnight. Peppy stereotypes move things briskly through a reasonably plausible plot.