Thomas Connor, through horrendous tragedy, hones his body and mind to accomplish the incredible. American Mutant follows the course of Connor’s journey to attain a violent and unrelenting brand of justice. On the way, he assembles a cast of characters, who join him on his quest to reshape a treacherous world into his vision of the future.

Washington D.C. becomes a backdrop for Connor’s rise from incarcerated enforcer in a branch of the National Security Agency, to the head of a complex intelligence network, owing allegiance to Connor alone. An old friend from his CIA past assists him in his goal to make a difference.

Connor gathers a cadre of inner city young black men capable of turning their lives around to build a business front and house his intelligence gathering aspirations. With the help of Nate Johnson, a CIA assassin, Connor takes on a web of Russian Mafia and Red Chinese intelligence gangs, to break a slave ring kidnapping young girls for foreign sources.

With his growing extraordinary powers, Connor takes the murder capitol of the country to a new level of violence, frightening in its scope. After meeting Connor, his unruly band learns fear, discipline, and a terrifying way to make dreams come true. In return for their loyalty, Connor provides them with an escape hatch from oblivion.

Connor stood up and walked over to the wall, paused for a second, and then passed through it. After a second, he passed back through. He returned to his chair, and sat down. "I can leave here any time I want."

Sweat ran into Quenton’s blinking eyes as his mind tried to adjust to the impossible. He breathed deeply, and realized he had been holding his breath. "What the hell are you?" Quenton whispered.

"I am Vengeance."

"That's more of your comic book crap. This is no hero comic. Are you still human?"

"I passed through and came back," Connor replied calmly. "Since then, I have been testing the limits of what I can do. I cannot molecularly change form, but I can phase my molecular structure through anything. I have strength and speed. I can leave my body for long periods of time. There are things I can sense when I face someone, and concentrate on a subject; but I cannot read minds, not yet anyway."

"What do you mean passed through?"

"I went out of body, and went through some kind of gateway."

"What was on the other side Elvis?" Quenton asked.

"There were sensations which bombarded me, sensations so strange, I cannot relate them to you in a way you could understand. I maintained for an instant, and then I returned. The pain I nursed all these years for my wife and daughter has left me. I have purpose now, without the agony of their deaths haunting my every thought. I am cold no longer. I am ice.

"Why did you kill Hutchison then if you don’t feel anything?"

"I could not take the chance he would one day walk out free," Connor answered. "I know how justice works today. It doesn’t. Why else would you have me here."

"So you are judge and jury now?" Quenton asked, leaning towards Connor. "The court system in this country may fall short once in a while, but it's the best around, and all we have."

"We’ve got a saying down here Mr. Quenton: ‘Don’t piss down my back, and tell me it's rainin'."

Quenton shook his head, "With all of your power, you still feed me old movie lines. The Outlaw Josie Wales again, right?"

Born in Warren, Ohio on April 30, 1950, I entered the Navy in August of 1968 after graduation from high school. I served aboard the USS Ranger from October 1969 until my discharge in November of 1972. After traveling for a while, I settled in Northern California and obtained an AA degree in Auto Repair in 1977 from Chabot College in Hayward, California. I received my BA degree in English from California State University in Hayward, CA in 1980.

I own an Automotive Repair Shop in Oakland, California where I have worked since 1976 and owned since 1983. My wife and I have two children, a daughter twenty, and a son eighteen. We live with our dog and three cats in San Leandro, California.