It was the first day of Theodore’s job working for ISIS and his coworkers were trying to get a little rest and relaxation in a large, furnished lounge that looked like a waiting room. If Theodore had to call it anything, he would call it the “pleasure dome.” It was the kind of place you might cherish after a long meeting. You’d walk in looking for a cool beverage—and you’d probably want to sit on the little sofa because it looked so inviting. But every so often he heard a loud "KA-BANG!" sound. It seemed to be coming from an adjacent room, or building, or maybe it was the radio. Nevertheless, his colleagues continued strapping C-4 to their chests and exploding.