The subject line echos is Darrell's head, causing yet another distraction. Darrell opens up a link to Youtube and queues up some Dire Straights. "Money for Nothing" starts playing in the background as Darrell flips back to the email.
"Mr. Griffith,
It appears your dg.gov account is sending out SPAM. Might want to look into that
Regards,
Darrell Crompton"
"
Shit...]" He says, as the reply is sent. Darrell realizes that if it were a SPAM bot, he just left his signature block attached to the email giving the receiver a full set of contact info for both himself and the lab. Neither of which would be difficult to get, but to willingly give the info to a spammer just stings the soul a bit.
Darrell's mind wanders between the background music, thinking about the samples coming in from CAD and what they might mean, and what is actually showing up in the tests. Darrell's still awake out of sheer necessity and too much coffee. The results aren't making a whole lot of sense right now, but he knows something's just not right.
It's late, or perhaps early to the rest of the world. Darrell lets music keep playing as he tries to make sense of everything. Looking at the image, Darrell randomly clicks around on the image to see if there's something he's missing. Darren Griffith sounds familiar, and Darrell remembers the last "Spam" that came through. Seems to be a pattern here at least. The model does seem to be looking at something, like the image was cropped a certain way.
Hmm.... *click*