Everyone was forced into the boxcars. Families tossed suitcases in before climbing up themselves. Isaac didn't have the heart to tell them not to bother. He helped a matronly woman inside. Her daughter held out a smooth, soft hand and he tried to be gentle as he pulled her up beside her mother. When the railcar was packed, the door was slammed and locked. Isaac wormed his way back to the door made of ill fitting slats that afforded some fresh air. He knew what was coming. Since the war was on and the final solution was ordered, most, if not all of these people would soon be dead. He looked about and caught the scent of the daughter standing beside him. Isaac looked down and smiled. "Where are we going?" She asked innocently.

Isaac was one of the ones who miraculously survived, but he was forever scarred by the things he saw, his horrendous experiences in the concentration camps. Bitter and angry, the young man became a Nazi Hunter, one of the remorseless ones tasked to bring former Nazis to justice. And he did this very well, but didn't all this killing make him as bad as his former captors? And would his efforts make him a target for vindictive ex-Nazis?