Benjamin Carter Mason died last night. Maybe he threw himself off a bridge into LA Harbor, or maybe he burnt to death in a house fireplace in San Pedro; it doesn’t really matter. Today, Mason’s beginning a new lifestyle. He’s back in boot camp, teaching for the just war left that matters a damn.

For years, their spies have already been arriving at Earth, learning our weaknesses. Our government authorities knew, but they did nothing-the prospect was too dreadful, the costs as well high-and today, the horrifying and absolutely inhuman Cray are laying waste materials to our towns. The people is usually a heartbeat from extinction. That’s, unless Mason, as well as the other men and women of Task Pressure OMBRA, can perform anything about any of it.

This is a time for heroes. For killers. For Grunts.