What happens when you take one psychotic CIA spook and his ex-lover-turned-double-agent, and send them on a madcap chase after the man who holds the key to a couple nuclear briefcases built to start the next World War, stir in a Thalidomide party girl, a James Dean motorcycle gang, and for flavor, set it in the depraved Big Easy during Mardi Gras? You get DEADPOOL PULP #2.
