John shook out his hands, phantom pain still zinging along his nerves, and then looked at his PDA. Further negligence, he thought. You bastards can expect a lot more negligence. As hard as he could, he threw the PDA against the wall and watched with satisfaction as the case cracked. If he had his gun, he would have shot it, just for good measure.
Rising shakily to his feet, he looked everyone in the room over.