She grumbled under her breath.
"What was that, boss?" Mark asked.
"Nothing. Go on." Kerry sighed. She leaned forward a little, grimacing as a cramp gripped her.
"Anyway," Mark cleared his throat, "so we've got six guys and me in the truck, and we're like one, maybe two hours out. I left a bunch of guys there, a half dozen showed up from different accounts yesterday to help out so I thought it was okay to take off from there and head over."
He sounded a touch nervous. Kerry half smiled, understanding the feeling from her first weeks working for Dar, and having to lay out her own decision making. "Great plan," she said. "We need you here badly."
Mark didn't answer for a moment, and then he chuckled. "Thanks boss. So we've got the camper, and we'll pick up the SAT units and the power trucks on our way down there. Where do we go?"
Ah, good question. "For now, come here...well, to the Rock," Kerry clarified."We have to find out where the best place is to start working. I know we'll need stocks of cable and patch equipment, do you know if we've got that on the truck?"
"Hang on, lemme check."
Kerry muted the mic and hissed a small curse as another cramp hit.
Dar came back over to the desk where she was seated and emptied the contents of a packet on the table. "Ah. I'm legal again." She flicked her slim billfold with one finger and pushed the folder of identification cards around. "You don't have to worry about me being deported."
"That's a relief." Kerry managed a smile. "Though I have to admit razzing the admin at the office was pretty funny."
"It was." Dar sat down and extended her long, mostly bare legs across the floor. "Gut still hurting?"
"How'd you guess?" Kerry made a face, resting her chin on her hand. "I feel like dog poo."
"Been there."
"No kidding." Kerry turned her attention back to the phone as she heard rustling against the remote microphone. "I'm surprised we haven't gotten called from Alastair or anyone yet this morning."
Dar picked up her newly reunited cell phone and opened it, triggering it on and watching as it obediently started up. After a quiet moment, it started buzzing and rattling loudly, making her jump."Yah!"
"Holy crap!" Kerry blurted.
Dar dropped the phone and it danced across the table in truly spectacular fashion. "Any ideas how to bulk delete voice mail messages?"
"Okay, boss." Mark came back on the line and paused as he heard the noise on the other end. "What the heck's going on there?"
"Um--not much." Kerry grabbed the phone and tossed it to its owner. "So what's the scoop?"
"Let me put it this way, you got any pull with those guys at ADC?We used all the stuff they sent rebuilding the space at the old P, and we ain't got any more."
"Ugh," Kerry uttered. "So we don't have patch panels or anything like that, right?"
"Right."
She sighed. "What do we have?"
"Got some routers, some little switches, a couple spools of STP, couple spools of UTP, another big roll of that fiber the guys used last night, and a handful of RJ45 plugs."
"My mother could probably do a three dimensional art project with that," Dar commented, her eyes fixed on her now rattle free phone as she thumbed through the alerts and messages. "Want some coffee?"
"Well--I'd say let's get ordering, but you know what Mark?" Kerry sighed.
"We got no idea what to order," Mark supplied. "I know. I thought of that when I got up this morning and took over the driving again. I think we gotta get eyeballs on it then figure it out."
Kerry muted the mic. "Coffee sounds great, except it's going to make my stomach ache worse." She moaned.
"Figured you'd say that. I had them bring tea too. Want blackberry or honey lemon?" Dar didn't even look up from her phone. "Mark's right Let's wait for him to get here, then we will all go down to the Trade Center and see what we've got to work with."
"I love you."
Now Dar looked up, and smiled. "Blackberry?" Her eyebrows lifted. "And we've got some warm muffins. You up for that?"
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