Instead, it was a large room, noisy with conversations. There must have been twenty people tucked into cubicles, all open toward a large central table.
It felt more like Justin had always imagined those software places to be. Instead of drab gray, there were bright colors. The prints on the walls were mostly of jets launching off carriers, tanks splashing through rivers, and the like, but they weren’t military slogans and protocols of the day.
The air smelled of coffee, sugar, and popcorn. There was an energy here that buzzed and hummed. It made him feel more awake despite the long and busy hours since taking his mother to the airport this morning.
“This room is fully secure.” Michael finally spoke for the first time since mentioning fishing, his voice raised to be heard above the overl
