"Not like any flu I've ever seen." Wtf Amos. "If this place wanted you dead, you'd be dead, right? Stands to reason anyway." Miller looks around, up at the ceiling, through Alex's desk. There's nothing. No sign of a combatant or anything that could have set this in motion.

"Maybe... to scare us. Keep us in line? That girl." He thinks, then snaps. "Kamala, she said this place was a prison." He narrows his eyes, doing another slow walk around. Nothing is adding up and it's getting all the way under his skin.