- Joe’s tuneless whistle pre-empted his arrival. Matt hardly noticed, his concentration on the solid bank of thirty monitors towered before him. His hands were a frenzy of activity on the vast black control panel.
- “Ok Matt, what’s up? I hope you’ve not got me out of bed at 4am for nothing. If it’s another damned camera malfunction, I’ll………”
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