Subterranean Gallery

San Francisco was turning into a jungle—more and more people living in cars, more and more mobs roaming the streets, more and more dangers in day-to-day living.

Rheinhardt was a sculptor who did the best he could in San Francisco . . . until they drafted his best friend to fight in South America . . . until his artist's colony turned into a home for spoiled no-talents . . . until his girlfriend began to ask him where he was going . . . until he felt like he couldn't stand it any more.

Justinian was a mystery man, a Vietnam vet who stalked Rheinhardt quietly, waiting for the right moment. Waiting to take him to Subterranean Gallery.