It’s been a decade since I read this title, which is the year when part of the story takes place. War photojournalist Kieran Marshall finds the Sandman’s gear (or does it find him?) and in no time he has to stop a nuclear missile strike from being unleashed by a madman. Rieber tries too hard to have modern, social-political meaning by centering his stories on various Mideast conflicts, but neither his plot, characters, nor situations griped me. Eric Nguyen’s art is too sketchy for my taste and Lee Loughridge’s use of various shades of brown left me cold. Maybe I’ll try the title again in another decade.