TC Jameson was doing everything he could to stay awake. It was a long, boring and uneventful night patrolling a shell-pocked sector of the front in his heavy hover tank. Not that he was complaining. It was to nice to see the Paneuropeans quiet for a change. Jameson had heard through the command grapevine that a North American Combine cybertank - or Ogre to those who had to face them on the field of battle - had sneaked ashore near Normandy and was raising Cain in Gaul. Supposedly it was a Mark V, one just off the assembly line no less, and incorporating ...