Miles nodded absently when she told him that people should never be made into sacrifices. Too true. Had the whole thing been a setup? Had someone from Murkoff, knowing his utter hatred for the corporation, lured him there with the promise of the story of a lifetime? Sacri-fucking-ficial lamb. Lucky for him there'd been a breakout. Which he'd never have thought, given that everyone in the damn building had tried to kill him.

Then he blinked. "That was a kind of weird thing to say about sacrifices. What made you think of that?"

Reporter instinct or his well-deserved right to be paranoid? YOU DECIDE.