Lab Coat Man introduces himself as Dr. James Porter. He’s a tall man, and chunky, like he might have been a pretty good athlete in high school thirty years ago but has since sucked down way too many beers along with too many pizzas. His eyes are small and brown, and his salt and pepper hair is still thick even if it is receding.
He glares at me from the foot of the table. He’s so wide, he blocks out Kate’s propaganda commercial.
“I’m with the Everest Primary Membership Re-Education program,” he says in what I assume is his calming, superlative bedside manner voice. “I understand there’s been some issues with your outlook toward the program that blew up into something that got completely out of hand.” He glances at Tyrel over his shoulder. “Isn’t that right, Captain?”
Tyrel takes a step
