Travis Mayweather is part of a secret organization. He dresses only in attire specially sanctioned by their special services. He conforms to the identity they gave him, eats where they tell him, live where they tell him. He has no identifying marks of any kind. He does not stand out in any way. His entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone he encounters. He's a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. He doesn't exist; he was never even born. Anonymity is his name. Silence his native tongue. He is no longer part of the System. He is above the System. Over it. Beyond it. He is "them." He is "they." He is the Token Man Who's Black.
