Chapter 55
55 I find the generators right where the security map said they’d be: at the top of the hill and to the north, great greasy beasts put way out where their chugging won’t disturb anyone. The line of lights along the perimeter fence casts faint glimmers across the generators’ metal hides. Twin five-hundred-kilowatt Caterpillars, the second ready to leap into action if the first quits, huddling under a four-post aluminum awning. Giant exposed cooling fans that could slice an alligator into julienne fries. And there’s this lovely four-thousand-gallon tank of fuel right next to them. With screw-on gray plastic hoses between the tank and the generators. The hose to the backup generator isn’t easy to unscrew, but after a moment of work it comes unstuck and I’m rewarded with the bitter tang of d
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