A titanic corporate monolith grinding under the crushing gravity of its own labarynthine bureaucracy and run by a megalomaniacal alcoholic train wreck, Cold War Motors is broken into a near-infinite number of divisions, each headed by one or several agents, who will sometimes cross paths at one of several top-secret locations.
Cold War Motors agents live in the dangerous and shady world beyond the new-car warranty, lurking in the shadows of the 3-digit price, in the seedy bars of the bodyman's special, the more dangerous the Operation, the better...
