I Mopped Floors for 3 Years—Then Woke Up and Took Down the Syndicate
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Three years ago, I took an undercover job: pose as a bottom-tier janitor and infiltrate a crime syndicate.
But I didn’t fit. My posture, my stride, the way I watched people—none of it looked like a janitor.
So command made the call: hypnotize me, seal my memories, erase who I was. In three months, someone would come wake me up.
They never did. My handler died, the line went dark, and I stayed buried.
I lost myself and spent three years scrubbing this place from the bottom—where anyone could kick me, spit at me, call me useless.
Until today. A stranger, drenched in blood, was dragged into the hall. He lunged close and whispered one sentence into my ear.
It was the trigger phrase.
The lock in my head snapped open. My name is Jack Reynolds—ex–Marine operative—sent here to bring down the Grey Wolf Alliance.
And everyone who spent three years stepping on my neck is about to learn what that means.
But I didn’t fit. My posture, my stride, the way I watched people—none of it looked like a janitor.
So command made the call: hypnotize me, seal my memories, erase who I was. In three months, someone would come wake me up.
They never did. My handler died, the line went dark, and I stayed buried.
I lost myself and spent three years scrubbing this place from the bottom—where anyone could kick me, spit at me, call me useless.
Until today. A stranger, drenched in blood, was dragged into the hall. He lunged close and whispered one sentence into my ear.
It was the trigger phrase.
The lock in my head snapped open. My name is Jack Reynolds—ex–Marine operative—sent here to bring down the Grey Wolf Alliance.
And everyone who spent three years stepping on my neck is about to learn what that means.

















































