The convoy rolled through the compound gates and Kaiden noticed the difference before the van had fully stopped.
The skeletal walls he'd left that morning had grown.
The steel framework that had been bare ribbing at dawn now carried concrete panels along two-thirds of the ground floor, still rough at the seams, bolts exposed, but solid. Finishing the whole thing in a day was beyond even their overpowered construction workers, but they were visibly trying.
Scaffolding bristled from every surface. Three cranes were running simultaneously where one had stood idle yesterday, and the hum of welding torches and the crack of nail guns layered over each other in a rhythm that said every crew on this site was moving at once.
