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Tim Cudahey checks the figures on his computer. Checks again.
Stalling.
He looks around at the other Control engineers sitting at their desks. Thirty-nine of them, all hunched over their computers, just like Tim, engineer number forty.
They’re in a bunker, of sorts, known to insiders as the Tunnels. Lots of different concrete-walled rooms and passageways exploiting a cave system that already existed inside a mountain in Montana.
The room where Tim and the other Control engineers work is long and narrow and dimly lit, with most of the light coming from their generously-sized computer screens. The forty engineers all sit at their individual stations along one continuous work table, like factory workers standing next to each other in front of an assembly line.
It’s like a casino in Ve
