Reaching for her phone
Judy ducked quickly behind a rusted pipe, her breath shallow. With one hand, she slipped her phone from her pocket, careful not to make a sound. Peeking around the edge, she snapped photos fast—faces, stained uniforms, the hulking machinery around them. Most importantly, she caught the massive cables feeding into the generators, pulsing with stolen electricity. Each image felt like a weapon in her hand. Proof. Now she only had to get out unseen.
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