Surely every television in this hotel were tuned to weather reports. Rock, BJ, and Z Man were in Africa, in their room on an upper floor that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean, and they knew they had waited too long. They expected and feared imminent disaster.
Meteorologists around the world had unanimously declared that the hurricane, which was currently no more than an hour from the hotel, was by far the most powerful anyone had ever measured.
BJ said their only chance was good luck.
"No shit," Rock said.
The weathermen explained on television how the hurricane would demolish everything along its path. They said it would travel deeply into Africa before it turned clockwise to return to the Atlantic, where it would regain strength as it headed toward North America.
"I mean, there's no point in our leaving now," BJ said. "Where would we go? The fucking jungle?"
"We'd probably drown, Z Man said.
"No, man, we would definitely drown," Rock said. "BJ's right. We're better off right here."
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