The server cabinet stood crooked in the loading doorway, one wheel hanging above the metal threshold.
A worker inside pushed against it. Another stood outside with a strap wrapped around its handle. Every pull made the cabinet rock toward the man in the doorway.
“Stop pulling,” Kellan called.
The worker outside turned on him. “We have to move before the battery light goes.”
“Then don’t pull it onto him.”
The lead investigator approached with the order held inside a clear sleeve. She identified herself to the supervisor, a narrow-faced woman in a soaked work coat. Eli stayed behind the painted loading line with Juno. Through the cabinet’s glass front he could see a row of dark units and two empty shelves. He could also see the worker inside trying to keep his shoulder out of the narrowing gap.
The supervisor read the first paragraph, then held up her radio. “My office says all equipment comes out.”
“The order requires preservation. It doesn’t require you to move an unsafe load.”
