Some smart people invent a way to dispose of rubbish, and a few other things. The CIA want their technology, and they won't hand it over. Things heat up. Set in Australia.
These are the adventures of a rag-tag mercenary company called Poltergeist's Marauders.
These battles take place in the Aurigen Reach of the Periphery of the Inner Sphere in the year 3025 after centuries of war.
The Empire of Toromon had finally declared war. The attacks on its planes had been nothing compared to the final insult-the kidnapping of the Crown Prince. The enemy must be dealt with, and when they were, Toromon would be able to get back on its economic feet.
"Tea, dear," said Mrs. Winslow, opening the door with the glass window and the white blind that communicated with the parlour. "One minute," said Winslow, and began unlocking the desk. An irritable old gentleman, very hot and red about the face, and in a heavy fur-lined cloak, came in noisily. Mrs. Winslow vanished. "Ugh!" said the old gentleman.