By the time the light started going, the east face was complete and half the north face was up and Michael stood back and looked at what a day's work had produced and felt the particular satisfaction of visible progress.
Cole appeared beside him and looked at the wall with his dark eyes moving across the placed panels and the anchor points and the overhang brackets.
"This is a good pace," he said.
"Your people are fast," Michael said.
"They know how to work," Cole said. He looked at the north face which was still half unplaced. "Tomorrow we will finish the north and start the south then the day after we close the west face and the corners."
"Three days," Michael said.
"Two and a half if the morning goes well," Cole said.
Michael looked at him, and Cole responded with a steady, direct gaze. It was the look of someone who meant what they said, a certainty that had become natural over time, no longer a choice but just how he spoke.
