"Pfft, yeah. I'm pretty sure they have cameras, like, everywhere," Brock says, swirling his beer around in a circular motion. Once he's sobered up a bit, his plan is to ferret them out of some parts of his stupid little assigned dorm room, at least. You can only work for the government for so long before you get paranoid about that sort of thing, being around it from the other end.

If the US government has spies everywhere, Brock's pretty damn sure this weird totalitarian joint must be a thousand times worse.

"Even up here," he continues, then squints down into the bottle. Maybe...