Stephen Klaw

Stephen Klaw was only five feet seven-and-a-half, he was slim and wiry. Because of that, one might take him for a kid—were it not for the curious gleam in his slate-grey eyes. Many men had, to their sorrow, made the mistake of underestimating him.

There was one quality common to all of three man in the Suicide Squad—the quality of hard-bitten, headstrong willfulness which had wrecked their chances of advancement with the F.B.I.

Steve Klaw had told the chairman of a Congressional investigating committee to go to hell, because he didn’t like the tone in which he was questioned as to why he had shot to kill in a gunfight with three bandits, instead of trying to capture them.