The empty rear bogie arrived at North Yard with one wheel locked and dried bus blood on its brake housing.
Boro's workers cleaned the blood before they cut anything. The bogie had carried nobody during the North Freight evacuation. The blood belonged to a road worker who had used its corner to bind a split palm.
They kept that record with the machine.
Foundry Twelve hung two curved ribs above the yard. One would catch Caleb below his right shoulder. The other would take weight around his hip without crossing the six fresh stitches. Each rib hung from a different crane and ended at a manual drop jaw.
Three guide lines descended from three warehouse roofs. Their keepers could see one another. They could not reach one another's releases.
Caleb lay on a freight mat at human scale while Pela checked the hip closure.
"One stitch has pulled," she said. "You get one test sequence before I close it again."
"That sounds like permission to make the first one memorable."
