The thought that someone had recruited him to be part of their army was laughable. The thought that it had been an AI was even more hilarious. He hadn't accepted it on the first four viewings of the history of Alpha and he didn't accept it now. However, he had slowly learned not to court insanity and so he'd gone along with the story he was being fed and reported for duty in a sea of red uniforms the next morning.

He stayed at the back of the room, arms crossed as he watched the Troubleshooters file in and fill up the tiny space. He kept his ears open and listened to conversations consisting of bragging, hating on Def Leppard and talk about traitors. Little of it made any actual sense.