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Surveillance footage fills the laptop’s tiny screen. The date, time, and longitude/latitude stamps along the side tell me this is either official United States Government video, or it was taken by someone who follows government standards.
The camera must have been mounted on one of the switchyard’s light poles, about fifteen feet off the ground, probably right next to one of those radio transponders. The illumination comes from pools of glare from irregular pole lamps. The camera’s pointed at empty gravel, but there’s a cluster of people over to the left.
Skald’s testimony tells me what’s going on before my eyes comprehend the picture.
Four people in dark green tight-fitting outfits stand watching one of the rusty gantry cranes. I’ve worn clothes like them before. Black clothing sta
