Benjamin Carter Mason died last night. Maybe he threw himself off a
bridge into Los Angeles Harbor, or maybe he burned to death in a house
fire in San Pedro; it doesn't really matter. Today, Mason's starting a
new life. He's back in boot camp, training for the only war left that
matters a damn. For years, their spies have been coming to Earth,
mapping our cities, learning our weaknesses, leaving tragedy in their
wake. Our governments knew, but they did nothing - the prospect was too
awful, the costs too high - and now, the horrifying and utterly alien
Cray are invading, laying waste to our cities. The human race is a
heartbeat away from extinction. That is, unless Mason, and the other men
and women of Task Force OMBRA, can do anything about it. This is a time
for heroes. For killers. For Grunts.