Joe eyed Salem eagerly. He knew he had him, like a predatory bird, he had Salem in his weird, old-looking bird feet like he was a small field mouse. 'The raptor dines well tonight,' thought Joe, carrying on the terrible metaphor. By that it meant that all the computers in the library would have spyware on them before the night was out. He ignored all the comments about the program not working. It wasn't his program, anyway. Joe knew absolutely nothing about computers and didn't really care to learn. He handed the 'bad rap' to Salem and did a spin in his spinny library chair before jumping out of it, stumbling because he was a bit dizzy. "To the computers, then, no time to waste! Kick anyone else out of the library if you need to, you look professional and non-threatening enough that they'll listen," he ordered, turning around to face Salem and then flipping back around again to approach the computer.<br/><br/>Joe approached the first computer and turned it on. It responded with a tired whir, like most government computers. However, Joe hadn't had anything but a shared government computer since he had been very young, so he was quite patient with the machine. He let it start up and freeze about three or four times before crouching under the desk and opening the CD drive. It opened with a small click and a green light, and so he inserted the disc and closed the drive. The computer protested at first, and then he heard the quiet rumble of a running disc. The monitor showed that something was downloading, and it occurred to Joe he had little or no idea how to proceed. However, there was no way he was going to let Salem know that.<br/><br/>"So, it should take a little bit of time to download all of this... new software," he said with a shit-eating grin, thinking himself so clever. "That's why I brought two, should've brought three, but I don't have a third friend. You can count for two, though, I guess, you're pretty alright." He gave a thumbs up, to wherever Salem was, but Joe was still looking at the computer so his arm was bent backwards in an awkward way. "Also, since you have money you're responsible for getting dinner delivered to me. I like Chinese; but no lo mein, I had that last week for the first time and it is not authentic. I have more refined tastes." With that, Joe sat in the chair at the computer he was currently downloading bad rap onto, spun around a bit, and then slowed to face Salem.