Ashley's takeout noodles sat untouched beside the laptop while Hajin's camera lurched through river spray at the upstream bypass.
"Drop the lever, drop it, that's the wrong damn lever, you plank!"
A bypass worker stumbled backward with both hands raised, and Hajin caught the crew boss's swing on his forearm instead. He drove the man into the sluice boards until the frame shook, then kicked the dropped crowbar into the water.
"Next," he barked, spitting river grit, "come on, who else wants a bath?"
Two crewmen glanced at each other, dropped their mallets, and sprinted for the bank without a single word.
"Smart lads, honestly, go home and hug somebody!"
The crew boss lurched up again, swinging a sluice hook at his head with both fists.
"Oh, you're still awake, good, I was getting bored," Hajin cackled, ducking low.
