FBI agent, Max Chase, has been set up by his own agency. As ugly as that is, the whole truth is even uglier.
You see, Chase works as a Futurist for the FBI, in a sub-department that few know about, and that's how they like it.
So when a techno-terrorist materializes with the moxie to put the entire world in danger, Max agrees to take the heat. Of course, that means every agency on the planet is looking for him, including Interpol.
But if they're chasing him, they're not closing in on the real bad guy—and possibly getting their hands on tech that could put the world in even greater jeopardy—by multiplying the number of players that now have their hands on it.
Better the mad man that you know, than the hundred and one that you don't.
Can Max succeed against all odds at cornering the actual archvillain?
Well, no. Certainly not without the help of his estranged genius wife, and their prodigal 12-year-old boy—both of whom want nothing to do with him.
He's got to get the family back together again—forget they want him dead, avoid being caught before his mission is complete, and, oh, yeah, save the world.
All in a day's work.
Did I forget to mention the not entirely trifling matter of those android assassins?
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