The young man looked toward the pulsing red light, then back at Grey as though he couldn't believe he actually had to explain this right now. "The fucking cyborgs, man, they're everywhere lately, always up our asses and scanning everything we do like we're criminals just for breathing."
Grey's frown deepened, but he let him continue.
"One of them swept that stupid red light through my house while I was fucking my girl, so I got pissed off and cracked it across the head with a baseball bat." The young man paused to suck in a painful breath, one arm still wrapped around his ribs. "Then the fucking thing started putting itself back together, tagged me with something, and I had to high tail it out of there before more showed up, so I left my girl behind, got in the car, and then almost fucking killed myself running into you."
