Escape From Danger Island

Karloff stands before his prey. Bolas dangle from his waist. A short bow stretches across his chest. A hunting rifle rests in his hands. Rafe can make out a phrase engraved on the stock: Ivan the Terrible.
"Should we disregard the warnings?"
"Me, I don't trust the guy. I hate to go on early impressions, but he doesn't seem the honest sort."

Ships have gone down.
Accountants have gone missing.
Agent 117 has failed to report. And what is a Death Orchid?

A GATHERING OF EAGLES...

...or perhaps pigeons. A trips-on-his-tongue con man, a British-to-his-bristles cat burglar, a tech-wizard (sorry, 'conceptual artist'), and a Russian femme fatale (with the emphasis on fatale). The Silencers. Headed by a beleaguered executive secretary and assisted by her toddler-tending husband, they match wits against a master hunter in what is truly the most dangerous game.

A missing lighthouse.
A lost tribe.
A message in a bottle ("Send more shoes! Size nine!").

The mad hunter Ivan Karloff stalks humans on his private island reserve - as mad hunters are apt to do - and Interpol's Special Infiltration Unit (Provisional) must discover his malevolent master plan before ... well, therein lies a tale.

With a loving ear and a skeptical eye, The Silencers series simultaneously pays tribute to, and parodies, classic adventure tales. An homage and a comic subversion all at once. Think Charles Portis meets the Cohen brothers (wait, that already happened) or James Bond mugs Mark Twain. There. Think that.