Tony Hawkin wasn’t really made for the FBI.  He rarely hit what he aimed at, forgot his own code name and had a tendency to panic at the slightest hint of trouble. Now he’s gotten himself handcuffed to an attache case with two million dollars inside, and stuffed aboard a hijacked DC-10 bound for Scotland where he’s being chased through the countryside by the hijackers, Scots patriots, a mad Cuban colonel and half the police force. All of them only want two things – the money and Tony’s head in a noose. Once again, Special Agent Tony Hawkins must rely on his own brand of expertise to outwit and confound a nefarious array of foes. Tony’s plan is simple: lead them all back to London, like the Pied Piper of Hamelin, and deposit them all at the gates of Scotland Yard.  There’s just one problem: London is five hundred miles away and Tony has no idea in which direction it is.