The rest of the team sat around the monitor and Archangel, where they could get a good view of her briefing. Duran and Elvis occupied the sofa, sharing a plate of fresh-nuked nachos and a bucket of barbecue chicken from the Stuffer Shack a few blocks away. Wheeler sat in reversed fashion on one of the chairs rescued from the kitchen, a can of processed synth ham open in his hands that he used to cover crackers, which he swallowed in single bites. Cullen Trey sat in lotus position on a large pillow he’d found in one of the bedrooms, quietly building a mound of pistachio shells in a disposable ashtray bearing the logo of the New Century Square Hotel. A defoliated grape vine continued to wilt on a saucer.