Working the computer
Mark stayed a few feet back on the porch, his hands twisting nervously together. He couldn’t bring himself to interfere but couldn’t tear his eyes away either. The specialists spoke in low tones, their words clipped and technical as they tapped on laptops. Each keystroke sounded like the unlocking of a door, a step closer to answers. Linda’s stomach tightened as she realized whatever was inside those devices would change everything.
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