They relocated him. They manufactured a stalemate in an outpost so far removed from everything that no one would think to look for him there.

[He said this all to a man who refused to accept his identity until it stared him dead in the face in the form of the pieces of his own fractured, digital soul. When the Meta put a bullet in Wash's chest and it was only the grace of the haloed static fuzz of white and cobalt that gave him enough time to pull the goddamn trigger on all of them.]

He didn't know who he was. But neither did anyone else. Florida was supposed to be his handler, but...it went off the rails.