The lamp above the recovery stair disappeared while Iven was looking at it.
No crack of glass, no gust. One moment the light showed the upper guard of the service derrick. The next it became a dull yellow patch beneath something pale, and the shadow on the wall changed shape.
Kesh caught his sleeve.
“Don’t go under it.”
He stopped at the turn.
Below them, the last recovery team had finished preparing the evening’s transport. The loading crew was taking the final covered rack to its assigned freight place. Four workers remained near the old derrick, putting the lower lines away before their return to ground. One had gone into the little crane service box for the oil case.
Now the box’s door was shut.
A narrow membrane lay across its roof.
