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Jax pointed down. The concrete beneath the crane’s outriggers was old. Stained. And, upon close inspection, hairline-cracked in a starburst pattern radiating from a bolt anchor that had been poured in 1987.

“That’s six over.”

As he walked away, Jax let out a breath he’d been holding since 1997. “You saved my life.” rigger 3 load capacity

“It’s a machine. It doesn’t have feelings.” Jax pointed down

“It’s stable,” he said, too quickly. “Just… don’t tilt it past two degrees.” And, upon close inspection, hairline-cracked in a starburst

She tapped the gauge. It steadied at 4,202.

She found the cell in Bay 17, a polished obsidian egg humming with the kind of quiet that precedes a scream. Beside it stood Jax, the engineer who’d designed the thing. He had the pallor of a man who hadn’t slept since the Clinton administration.