Bedor refused to let Iven use the powered shear for the first cut.
The local fitter put a narrow hand knife on the bench and laid a strip of waste copper beside it.
“Show me the bend.”
Iven looked at him.
“The cut isn’t the difficult part.”
“Then this won’t cost you much.”
Tena hid a smile behind the drawing.
They were working in the Gate workshop after the day’s reduced medical turn. Otha had isolated the failed cooling bank and signed the engine’s work cover. The good bank remained available for the boat’s limited duty. Nobody could start the engine while hands were inside the opened hot face, no matter how important the person waiting at the landing believed himself to be.
