Chapter 16
After eating practically everything available at the breakfast buffet, Joe Bob wanted back at his computer. Jason ate methodically, the way a man who is used to long days ate: food as fuel. Paul picked at a plate of fresh fruit and an omelet, both of which deserved more attention than that. He ignored the coffee — he didn’t need the jitters that a sleepless night combined with caffeine would give him — and drank lots of orange juice instead.
Joe Bob was practically at a run as they headed back to the security office. Joe Bob sat back down at Jason’s desk — obviously it had become his desk at some point, Paul thought amused — and checked his email. “What the hell?” he muttered.
“What’s up?” Paul asked.
“I’m getting porn streamed into my email — my official email,” Joe Bob sai
