Col. Steven J. Lockjaw

The year is 2041. Rain slicks the neon-drenched streets of Neo-Los Angeles, reflecting in the chrome prosthetic arm of Bob Ferguson, a man haunted by a past he thought buried. Sixteen years ago, their revolutionary cell, led by the iron-willed Col. Steven J. Lockjaw, crumbled under the betrayal of a phantom enemy. Now, a coded…