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Scout looked up at the opening at the top of the mountain, just a pinpoint of sunlight growing dimmer by the moment. It was probably just sunset, but the sight was too close to being a metaphor for everything for Scout’s liking.
“Nothing makes sense,” Tucker muttered mostly to himself. He scrolled through zoomed-in schematic after zoomed-in schematic, each overlaid with scrawls Scout took to be Ken’s notes. “Nothing looks like anything. How is that even possible?”
Scout stuck her hands inside the open panel and tried gently pushing aside a neatly bundled mass of cables, but getting a better look didn’t make anything clearer.
“We should call Ken,” Scout said.
“We can’t call Ken,” Tucker said. “Mitch will be standing right next to him watching him closely. It’s not like we establishe
