SixteenEarly Friday morning, en route to the lab, Nathaniel received a message from T. J. with a smiley; they’d reached their destination. Glad for that, he tore off the top sheet of the calendar as he arrived for the daily ignition meeting. Matsushima failed to appear and the meeting went precisely as far as yesterday’s. As the division heads logged off their f*******: pages, he announced he was shutting down access to social networking sites. He knew he’d just deprived them of mother’s milk.
The sensation that remained as they adjourned was one of futility absolute. While they stood paralyzed, the deadline had notched forward twenty-four hours. The single bright spot was that Abbuhl believed his team had identified all the Chinese bolts and that they could be removed. Kettering would co
