"Hey come on..." She felt his arm resting awkwardly on her shoulder.
"A Foreign Land" is the fruit of that infusion of the heart. She started dodging between the loose cables and equipment that littered the floor. "I need you to keep a close watch on this." She made her way towards his voice. You watch these numbers, and you call for help if they go out of range. Just once, it would be nice to work somewhere with a sense of fiscal responsibility.
I hope you like it, because I don't know when the inspiration will strike again! "Patty" was such a demeaning bastardization of the name. There was at least a hundred thousand worth of gear lying about just waiting to get stepped on and broken. If this one goes below 5 or over 40, the whole place goes boom, so don't slack off! " she called, catching a glimpse of him as he went around the other side of the machine. If she had her way, her first step would be to fire Jack Kline!
They crouched behind a large bin, waiting for the excitement to die down.
" Jack grabbed her hand and dragged her along into a nearby alley.
" She stared out at the street, watching the ancient cars go by. Must have cost a lot." "Yeah, you'd know all about the cost, wouldn't you? I just want to see a fiscally responsible company, not some cowboy operation that spends itself into oblivion! "Well you did, babe." he said, motioning around himself.
"I thought I could make a difference." she said weakly.
I think I twisted it when we fell." Jack looked around. I don't really recognize this place." He turned to her and grinned. " He pulled out his phone, pushed a few buttons, and shook his head.
Masses of wires threaded along telephone poles, almost 15 to each.
" he scrambled into a sitting position, looking around in wonder.