Cerberus. Human supremacists, terrorists, his new employers. His left eye throbbed and he reached for a plastic cup filled with three pills–chemical heaven–and knocked them against the cold linoleum floor. No depth perception, he reminded himself. He'd forgotten. He was half-blind now and the corner of his lips twitched as he inhaled the smell of sterilization, the pain nestled behind his left eye throbbing and growing until it rattled his skull.

There was a click where the door was. If he knew Miranda had just walked in, he didn’t show it.