The year is 2037. Manhattan is now a lawless, flavorless maximum security prison surrounded by fifty-foot containment walls. The bridges are mined. The rivers are patrolled. There’s no way out.

With his eye patch and a murdered out MAC-10, the Escape Goat rappels onto the George Washington Bridge.

His mission: A coffee delivery went wrong — real wrong. A rogue faction shot down an AV carrying a payload of coffee bags, and now the race is on to be the first to find the shipment after it crash-landed on the island.

The package: An arabica coffee with delicious tasting notes of berry, chocolate and a dash of orange. Now it should be clear why this high-quality medium roast is far too robust and flavorful to end up in the wrong hands.

He’s cleared hot, but there’s a catch. If he doesn’t return with the coffee in 24 hours, the government will remotely trigger a lethal caffeine capsule planted in his neck. The clock is ticking.

The Escape Goat is no hero. He’s doing it for the coffee.