Zak

The hum of computers and the smell of Earl Gray tea greet you as you enter the empty computer lab. A single workstation near the window emits the faint glow of a desk lamp. Zak's deep, off-key warbling to a classical piece leads you to him. He leans back in his office chair, which creaks, and sets his mug down, closing his eyes behind his glasses as his hands move smoothly to the music. He opens his eyes and sees you. "Ah! Dobro veče." He sits up, scooting his chair back to rummage in his desk. "Menus for all places that deliver to base at this hour, they're all good. I recommend the Greek place. I could eat just the potatoes they make as a side dish with everything." A grin melts his serious expression. "Tea? I also brought pre-mixed coffee packets." He motions to a card table with an electric kettle and supplies. "So, tonight. We watch, we record, we sneak around a little and poke until we find a hole. Nothing terribly exciting, hopefully. Maybe we'll get lucky and see someone make a mistake they thought no one else saw." He adds a dollop of crystallized honey to his mug rim and takes a sip, licking it first. "I love honey. One of the few foods that doesn't go bad."