Nyx
The first screw turned half a circle.
Then it stuck.
Nyx changed the angle of the tool and tried again without forcing it.
Behind the plate, something moved.
"Hands away," the technical lead said.
She pulled back.
A narrow locking arm struck through the gap where her fingers had been.
Liora's blade caught it against the stone.
The impact jarred her shoulders.
She held long enough for the technician to drive a wedge into the joint.
Nyx looked at the sharpened edge of the moving arm.
"That isn't in the working drawing."
"Add it to the list," Liora said.
The list was growing quickly.
Nyx picked up the tool she had dropped when the arm moved. Dust had settled along the grip.
Liora kept her shoulder behind the blade.
"Anything else waiting under there?"
"I'd like to say no."
"Don't."
The technician tested the wedge with the end of another tool. Liora watched his hand instead of Nyx.
