The first run made Felix feel clever.
That should have warned him.
Across the municipal yard, the model’s input changed, its return settled, and the buffer accepted very little excess. The local crews completed their sequence neatly between stations placed far enough apart that nobody could watch every contact.
The new common pressure marks agreed.
Felix began calculating the useful duty Gannet Reach might gain.
Ruth looked over his shoulder.
“Late cue?”
“Next.”
