Dale's friends were worried about him. He was never around much any more, and he never had much to say when he was. He'd just ask if he'd told them about his new job, and then not tell them anything except he had a new job.
This wasn't in itself a bad thing. Dale and his friends spent their free time online, often pretending they were werewolves. They weren't lustful or violent. They just didn't have a lot to show for it after the fact, same as with video games.
Thing was, it was their only time together, or used to be. Once Dale got the new job, he started training and stopped… everything else. He stepped down as administrator from his own web site. Then he even stepped down as moderator. He chatted less with his friends, except to ask if he'd told them about his new job.
Dale's friends were glad he had a job, but his job sounded dull as the dickens. It was something to do with research, but also something to do with security. It was way out in the desert, which meant it not onl