“Yes?” Alan said.
“Back off, okay?”
“I’m going to call them and let them know we’re going to be late.”
“We’re not going to be late,” Kurt said, his fingers going into claws on the keyboard.
“We’re already late,” Alan said.
“Shit,” Kurt said.
“Let’s do this,” Alan said. “Let’s bring down the two that you’ve got working and show them those, and explain the rest.”
They’d had a fight, and Kurt had insisted, as Alan had suspected he would, that he was only a minute or two away from bringing everything back online. Alan kept his cool, made mental notes of the things that went wrong, and put together a plan for avoiding all these problems the next time around.
“Is there a spare?” Alan said.
Kurt sneered and jerked a thumb at his workbench, where another junction box sat, bunny-ear antennae poking out of it. Alan moved it into his tub. “Great,” he said. “Tested, right?”