For the next hour, the den was filled with the sounds of heavy labor from the ceiling and intense, hushed technical talk from behind the crates.
Hana worked with her mind completely fixed on what she was doing, her fingers moving through the wiring like she was defusing a bomb.
Every now and then, Raiden would hand her a tool before she even asked, his intuition for her needs surprisingly sharp when he wasn't being a narcissist. And he was a quick learner, too.
She knew how many times she had to explain to the other two how to use the bolt for the positioning of the panels while using the drill.
By the time the sun began to dip toward the horizon, casting long, orange shadows across the valley, a low, steady hum began to vibrate from the inverter.
"It's breathing," Raiden whispered, his eyes wide.
"It's charging," Hana corrected, though a small, satisfied smile played on her lips. She looked at the tablet.
> [STORAGE CAPACITY: 12% AND RISING]
