The room had no windows. He faced a computer all day. And the coffee was bad.
But he was no longer in that motel room. So he was glad to be here.
Big Joe
still brought him Chinese food. The same kind he got delivered in that dingy motel room. He'd grown accustomed to it.
What did he do all day now? He stared at a guy. Five different views from five different cameras. He got to control the light. Would sometimes tell the guy things at different times of the day.
He felt bad for the guy. Who was he? Dave had no clue. Dave just did as he was told. And for now he was told to watch the guy and made sure he drank water. Based on the numbers the guy had enough body fat to live for about two and a half more weeks before becoming dangerously ill.
The door opened behind him. A paper sack was dropped on the table.
"No Chinese today?"
"Nah. Big Joe is out of town. You'll just have to do with this, buddy."
Dave looked at the bagel sandwich. Egg and cheese and diced bell peppers between montreal style bagels. The thick kind.