The charred iron housing of the Westinghouse relay hissed as rain struck hot copper terminals.
“Clara, call the timer!” Mac roared through clenched, bloody teeth.
“Four seconds on the bypass clock!” Clara screamed from the cab. “Zero-zero-four... zero-zero-three!”
“The bronze gears are chewing into the main cylinder!” Mac hollered. “Julian, punch the card!”
Julian Vance didn’t hesitate. Braced on the dashboard with Elena holding his knees, he drove Thomas Vance’s badge into the Westinghouse relay.
“Keep clear of the discharge, Jules!” Elena yelled. “Six hundred volts will stop your heart!”
“I have the wooden grip!” Julian shouted back, leaning into the storm.
KZZZZZT-CRACK.
