Bran Zeitrath completes his rewiring of your drug-adled brains, scraping off the last of the calcination from your frontal lobes. You are a sleeper agent of the Rewrite Department, and the Mad 3 dose they planted on your Uncle Treehugger was intended to bring you back to awareness.
"One of our men has gone rogue, threatening the entire operation," Zeitrath says as he latches your cranium back down. "He is Called X."
The name is familiar to you from your past cases, but you have the strange feeling that you aren't being told everything.