Sing along, everybody! (To the tune of “Copacabana” — what else?)
His name was Bolan, he was a shooter
With his guns he would kill every looter
He had a Magnum, he had an Uzi
And while he tried to be the law
He always went a bit too far
Across the ruined streets, he was always on his feet
He was quite the psychopath
Mutants fired at him a lot
Fired at Bolan, the man Jack Bolan
Who shot back at them with his pistolas
Bolan, the man Jack Bolan!
Bullets and passion were always the fashion
To Jack Bolan, they were the same…
Another excursion into blurb logic. If the species is mutating, is that part of the problem or the solution? Which species exactly is Barry trying to preserve? The one that is genetically predisposed to really bad lounge music? I guess that would make the devastation complete.
I’m going to assume that the man on the cover isn’t the titular Marked Man. That would be the one that this fellow is out to shoot…
On a side note, isn’t usually easier to snipe from above the level of the street? Then again, that might be too subtle for someone who thinks he can/should stop the human race from mutating with a flintlock air rifle.