Draven
The housing moved less than the width of his finger.
Draven kept his hand off it.
He had watched the workers spend hours making room for that movement. One man had gone through two pairs of gloves. Another had been replaced after his hand began shaking against the measuring rod. Nobody cheered when the gap finally appeared.
Veylan crouched beside the brace and waited for the second mark to clear.
"Load?"
"Holding."
"Far contact?"
The technician at the receiver listened, then repeated the broken reply.
"Seven at the release shelf. Regent down. Manual break pinned."
Draven moved the first carrying frame closer.
"Leave the foot clear," Veylan said.
He moved it back a little. His hands wanted work before the opening was ready. He made them check the straps instead.
