Painter Mann and Julius enter the most dangerous realm yet.

The animals, the insects, even the vegetation is deadly. Often rageful.

A place founded by the worst elements of humanity, forged by punishing heat and

twangy, yet culturally monolithic pop artists.

They are in Australia.

After they took out Voodoo Cher’s world-ending machine in Scotland, an antipodean

device has now ramped up. It’s fully functional and threatens every living soul on the

planet!

There is one problem. They can’t seem to find it.

And to make matters worse, Hell inc operatives are back in the mix. Helping the agents of

Voodoo Cher.

Of course, Painter and Julius no longer fight alone. A good friend of Painter’s former self—

Rasputin Frewer—has joined them. An elderly pilot named Uncle Jerry. But Uncle Jerry

knows they’re outnumbered and calls in yet another of Raz’s old friends to help.

That said, she’s somewhat downbeat about being down under. The Aussie sun drenches

the skin beneath her “britches“ in sweat. Its sand wriggles into cracks and crevices, never

to be seen again.

More than anything, she’s not at all happy to be working alongside these three nutbars.

However, her motorcycle is…