In Boston, two centuries after the Tea Party, harbour dumping is still a favourite local sport, only these days it's major corporations piping toxic wastes into the water. Environmentalist and professional-pain-in-the-ass Sangaman Taylor is Boston's latter-day Paul Revere, spreading the word from a 40-horsepower
Zodiac raft. Embarrassing powerful corporations in highly telegenic ways is the perfect method of making enemies, and Taylor has a collection that would do any rabble-rouser proud.
After his latest exploit, he's wanted by the FBI, possibly by the Mafia, and definitely by a group of Satanist angel-dust heads who think he's looking for a PCP factory, not PCB contamination. Pretty soon dodging bullets is the least cf Taylor's problems -
because somewhere out there are an unhinged genetic engineer and a lab-concocted bacterium that could destroy all ocean life - and that's just for starters.