All over America thousands of kids were jumping off buildings. Ace reporter Harry Porter had the only lead. All he knew was that it somehow involved the Church of the Ancient Astronauts, a conspiracy to kill the President, and the imminent threat of nuclear war. Harry Porter was the last of a dying breed, a hard-drinking, womanizing print journalist in an age of tranx bars and "happy news" video. He had the biggest scoop of his checkered career if he lived long enough to file it.