The team prepared
The team sprang into action, each member moving with calm precision honed through experience. Their tools clinked softly as they took their positions around the sink, ready to execute a plan that could go wrong in an instant. “Hold it steady,” George said, his voice low but commanding, eyes never leaving the glass. The tension in the air was thick, as if the entire room were holding its breath.
Martha remained completely still, her breath shallow, watching every movement with laser focus. One responder slowly slid a slender capture tool beneath the edge of the glass, while the other stood ready with the containment box in hand. “We’re almost there,” George muttered, a quiet warning laced with urgency. Martha’s heart pounded as her grip reflexively tightened, her mind buzzing with a thousand worst-case scenarios.
