With that, he nodded. "I know there are... probably things in my mind that they put there. That I don't know about. But I know that if I show up in my tac suit and act docile..."

Docile was the word. Docile, subservient, passive. Letting them guide him, move him, let them think he was theirs.

"They will attempt to find the equipment they used to wipe my mind and they will attempt to use me again. My presence, if I follow their orders, will give them confidence. That can be their downfall."