"I mean..maybe they replaced 'em after you blew them to hell and back? We picked up a lady named Ray Brentner, Glen Bateman, and Larry Underwood. There wasn't anybody else with 'em, but they wouldn't tell us how many they left Boulder with or anything. Like pullin' teeth getting 'em to say anything real helpful on their own."

Lloyd can't really say, but they're obviously not on the same page here. He glances around the study hall and slides from the table, motioning toward the exit. Maybe they shouldn't have this conversation here.