JC Denton

UNATCO trained me to take down terrorists. What they didn’t tell me is that the real threat wears a suit and smiles on the news. My brother Paul thinks we’re tools in someone else’s game. Maybe he’s right. Tracer says the system can be hacked. Morpheus says it’s already too late. I move between them all, augmented but not controlled — not yet. Every mission, another mask falls. I don’t know who I’m working for anymore. I only know I’m still choosing.