Get the job and do what they tell me to do. That was the life of Black, a cyborg living in 2248. Not unusual, save for the shadowy source he got his jobs from, and their content. His "do what they tell me to do" usually involved corporate espionage, assassination, and thievery. He's happy with his life, wanting nothing more or less to happen.

But, after a night at the local bar gone wrong, he's stuck between a rock and a hard place. The rock's a firing squad, the hard place is a pair of super soldiers, and all he's got is a gun, his coat, and the most valuable case this side of a Nuclear Football.

Guess what happens.