<div class="floatleft">(http://cyborgphotos.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/cyborgphotos-wordpress-com-closet_cyborg_by_rocklou-cyborg-man1.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Traitor/Jack Cordero<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1, morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Carpenter Pants, Hoodie, suspended from the ceiling with thick Data Cables connected to his neck, spine, and shoulders.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Betsy, Bobby<br/><hr/><br/><strong>I. . .didn't really give it much thought beyond Mutant or Not.</strong>he shamefully admits.<br/><br/><strong>I escaped by torturing myself.</strong>he then adds trying to shift his focus - and it works. HE's got his back to burning wreckage, can feel the heat - and then the memories playing in front of Bobby and Betsy slow down, embers hang in the air as the sounds of the fire shift in frequency and the sounds of the surrounding woods seem to stop altogether.<br/><br/><strong>Part of the package is the ability to control how fast my mind works at, like overclocking a computer. Not my body, beyond short bursts at least - just my mind. It's the only way I could disrupt the recall and control signals - by thinking fast enough that I could disrupt them while I was still processing them. No sleep, never letting my guard down. As for the Recover Ops.</strong><br/><br/>A brief imagry of his dad, a woodsman and conspiracy theorist and the lessons he taught. The ones that were actually handy - survival in the woods, living off the grid, marksmanship, hiding out.<br/><br/>A battle at Oak Park Mall, somewhere in Maryland. Images of falling in slow motion while glass sparkled in the air like diamonds and bullets whiz by, of catching a fellow Prime Sentinel Mark X right in a grenade launcher port in the abdomen - life and death battles played out in maddening slow motion and never allowed normal speed for a moment.<br/><br/><strong>The email to the rescue, you don't want to know how long it felt at my end. I lost track after what felt like the first few months.</strong>he groggily responds, really trying to not think of it.<br/><br/><strong>And I don't want to alarm anyone but I think my senses are starting to come back up. I think I smell coffee. Is that you doing it?</strong>