It was the 1990s and the world was going to hell in a trashbasket. Poverty was up, employment was down, and bashing foreign cars was in.
Revolutionaries of every kind stalked the streets. The government ruled by martial law and its last-minute solutions to critical problems were only stopgaps.
One of the few people willing to fight the coming end of Civilization was Jerry Pierce. A colonel barely out of his teens, Pierce learned early not to let scruples, friendship, or inconvenient dead bodies stand between him and doing a job right. And a good thing, too: because it wasn't just civilization--or even America--he was fighting to preserve, but all Mankind and planet Earth itself.