“Welcome back to the land of the living,” said Scott.

“You didn’t have to let me sleep that long,” said Devin, opening the door for them.

“Marnie said you were snoring like a sawmill,” said Alex, pausing in the doorway. “You didn’t miss much. Most of us crashed well into the afternoon. Except for Rich and Karl. I have no idea how those two are still upright and talking in complete sentences.”

“Seriously,” said Devin, following him into the crowded room and closing the door.

Everyone was dressed in jeans and plain gray T-shirts. The only way it could look more comical was if all the T-shirts had the same pattern.

“There he is,” said Berg, standing in the doorway between the adjoining rooms. “Did they tell you that the Russians surrendered while you were asleep? It’s all over.”

“Pizza coming through,” said Alex, making his way past Berg into the other room.

Rich appeared in the doorway. “Pizza, soda, water, and beer. One-beer limit.”

“Seriously?” said Gupta, seated next to Graves at the foot of one of the beds. “I think I can be trusted—”

“You don’t drink, knucklehead,” said Graves.

“It’s the principle that matters,” said Gupta.

“Can I have his beer?” asked Marnie.

“Yes. And Devin is welcome to mine,” said Rich.

“That still leaves two. It’s a twelve-pack,” said Gupta.

“There’s no rule requiring that they be consumed,” said Graves. “Do I have to share a room with him? I’m retired. Doesn’t that get me my own room?”

“Nobody pulling security tonight goes past the limit. We have no idea what kind of law enforcement or government tracking muscle they’re capable of harnessing through the people we haven’t identified in the network,” said Rich. “We may have to shoot our way out of here in an hour.”

“I’ll pass on the second,” said Marnie, who sat cross-legged with her back against the dresser. “Consider me part of the watch rotation.”

“Count me in, too,” said Devin.

Marnie motioned for him to join her.

“Good. I’ll put the two of you on the four to sunrise, since you slept most of the day,” said Rich as he crossed the room. “Grab some slices and fuel up. Karl has a few things to go over with the team.”

Devin dropped next to Marnie as the room emptied.

“I’m not really hungry,” she said. “But I’ll take that beer.”

He started to get up, his leg muscles screaming from last night’s operation.

“Sorry,” she said. “I can get it.”

“Don’t even think about it,” said Devin. “Drinks are on me, even if I’m not buying.”

Rich leaned through the doorway with two cans of Budweiser. “Heads up. Pure Americana coming through.”