Ford, Royall, and Royall.

Royal sized up the medi cup. Perpetual coffee rings scarred his desk as if he'd left standing orders to never scrub them clean. Ford's studious observation veered dangerously close to a leer, like the guards inside watching an absurd show. They vented the anger of their powerlessness on their prisoners. It was all the same game, wondering how much he'd be worth out in the field. Royall turned to head to the bathroom. No where i can see you. You get a drop on my floor, you'll be licking it clean.