Solo: The One-Man War on Terror – Gerry Duggan, Geoffrey Thorne, Paco Diaz & Israel Silva (Marvel)

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Make way, make way, the slightly maladjusted merc who could (much like the infamous Little Engine) is coming through and by hook, by crook or at the point of particularly vicious assault weapon, he’ll see his mission through to the end and it’s successful* conclusion. Having served his time with Deadpool’s ‘Mercs For Money’, James Bourne, aka Solo, is striking out on his own again and, sort of, making things work and earning a living until he gets a call from S.H.I.E.L.D.  Pulled from the ‘Red File’ and assigned a job that no-one else “can do” (which is Spook speak for using a disposable asset), Solo, whilst juggling the mine field that is his personal life, is sent on an extraction run to bring in a deep cover agent, but soon ends up neck deep in a black market extra-terrestrial weapons smuggling and supply ring. Thrown in at the deep end and hung out to dry by the folks he thought he could count on, the only way James Bourne is getting out of this mess is if he flies by the seat of his pants, uses every last combat skill he’s ever mastered and leaves a pile of charred, unrecognizable corpses behind him.  But Solo semi-successfully worked, and hung out with Deadpool, so all of the things that stand between him and finishing the job, the things that would kill a normal soldier for hire one hundred times over, they’re all in day’s work for the teleporting merc who’s waging The One-Man War on Terror.

Treading similar territory and playing in the same sort of ballparks as his much more famous ex-boss Deadpool, which isn’t all that surprising given that Gerry Duggan is one of the writers responsible for guiding his destiny (the other being Geoffrey ‘Mosaic’ Thorne), Solo is the man that Wade would like to be if he wasn’t all kinds of crazy but still suffered from poor decision making and terrible personal judgement. Bursting with humour and lots and lots of gunfire, mayhem and violence and carried by the kind of plot that would make Derek Flint seethe with jealousy and James Bond claim that the script actually belonged to him, The One-Man War on Terror is the kind of book that you just can’t put down as it’s overflowing with the right kind of testosterone (while at same time making light hearted fun of that kind of thing) and jam packed with Oorah fun. Guided by the intricate, gorgeous artwork of Paco Diaz, it’s one of those stories that you’ll keep coming back to time and time again. Mainly because it’s one heck of a good yarn, but also because you want to make sure that James’s actually did kill as many people as you though you did. Oh, and he also also goes into space in The One-Man War on Terror, which as everyone knows, makes everything better because it’s space and going into space is, you know, pretty damn amazing.  Move over Arnie, there’s a new soldier in town… Tim Cundle

*Success is all a matter of perspective. After all one chaps idea of success might be another’s definition of abject failure, so you know, it’s all a matter of opinion…


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