The crane control panel was a standard industrial unit, it was like a joystick and a set of load controls and a position display that showed the crane head currently parked above the north end of the warehouse floor directly over the densest section of the horde.
Anya stood in front of it with the focused stillness of someone whose hands remembered something their brain hadn't accessed in thirty days and she looked at the controls for three seconds and then her hands found the positions they knew.
"The shelving units on the east side," Michael said, looking at the floor below. "Third row in. Those are the heaviest loaded ones. If the crane can get a chain on the top section and pull—"
"It'll come down across the floor," Anya said already moving the joystick. "I need someone to go out on the crane arm and attach the chain to the shelving unit."
Silence on the mezzanine.
"The arm is twelve feet above the floor," Sera said.
"Yes," Anya said.
