“Thanks again, Winter.” He said, without looking up from the ship's controls. Dexter ran his fingers through his hair, staring outside through the window. He heard Angelo call out, warning him of the storms. He trusted his advice, so once they were out of danger and at a safe cruising altitude, he turned them North-West. Fortunately, that's the direction they needed to go anyway.
When he got them started on their course, Dexter turned away from the controls to look at Winter. He stuck his thumbs in his pockets and leaned against the ship's wall on his left. His demeanor was relaxed, but his eyes still looked calculating, as if he was busy plotting something. He wasn't, really, but he always had that sort of stern expression, looking like he was either contemplating what to have for lunch or who he should throw off the side of the ship.
“Our next stop is a little under a two day flight from here.” He said, “I'm expecting high security will be present, so hopefully no one was severely injured today. We're going to need all of them.” He paused, then raised his eyebrows in a not-quite-thinking-about-smiling sort of way. “So try not to kill any of the kids, 'ay? Get some rest; I'm sure everyone is tired. I will call when we're close and need to brief everyone.”
Aubrey listened carefully, Jax's voice sounding muffled and echoy inside the vent. He inched forward a little more until he could reach the fan. “Okay, bolts off first.”
He secured the wrench onto the bottom left bolt. It was awkward to maneuver the wrench in the tight space, but lucky the first bolt was fairly easy. The one on the opposite side was a little harder, simply because he was left-handed and it was on the wrong side, forcing him to use his right hand.
With a fair amount of grumbling, he managed to turn himself over so he was laying on his back, making it easier to use his arms. Working with his hands above his head, he reached for the first of the upper bolts, fitting the wrench onto it. However, the thing refused to budge on the first few turns. Aubrey yanked down hard on the handle of the wrench, and the bolt did eventually turn. When it did, however, the socket wrench slipped off the bolt's head and out of his sweaty hands, landing on his forehead with an audible thump. “Shit!”
He rubbed his temple for a moment and checked to make sure his hard head hadn't hurt the wrench. Yep, it was fine. He dried his hands off on his tank top and moved on, ignoring the new throbbing ache in his head. Once he got the last bolt off, he flipped back over and pulled the grate off the face of the fan. “Alright, I got the front off.” He called out, “The fan isn't moving at all.”
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