Iven found the extra charge before breakfast.
He had gone to bed after eating with the field crew and slept eight full hours. The portable gauge, checked against the works’ reference, settled higher than the figure he had carried from Caldrin.
Two hundred and sixty.
He looked at it long enough for Sen to lean over his shoulder.
“Broken?”
“I hope not.”
Kel examined the connection, checked the reference and made him repeat the reading.
It remained.
