Back First Last Next


Back First Last Next

April 1, 2012

Sam tapped a button near the heal of the shoes he was wearing. Every foot step filled the cargo bay with a loud clanging sound. Sam reached back in and slowly glided the beam out.

“Are we going to weld the thing back in?” Sam asked Ejia.

“Question another time,” Ejia replied while literally diving into the wall. “Need six port control box. L brackets; three.” Random wires started to float out from the hole in the wall. “Structural support good. Welding not required.” The destroyed metal box floated by Sam. Ejia popped her head out. “Need wires. Solder.”