[Eden City - Damascus Camp]
John and his group arrived smoothly.
The jack, shaped like a flatbed, was pushed under the armored vehicle, steadily supporting all four wheels, and moved with flashing lights and sirens to the entrance of a large container.
Screwdriver pulled out a tablet from his work pants, and under the glow of the light strip, thick eye bags could be seen.
Their nighttime return woke many from their dreams, faces showing fatigue and joy; during the day, these people had plenty of work in the camp.
Mechanical arms hung down from the stacked giant containers, working with hoisting equipment to steadily lift the battered Jurassic ZT15.
John sat on a broken-legged metal tabletop, letting his mind wander.
Even at night, many pieces of equipment would not shut down, with the machine room and power section reverberating with a hum, a slight noise that reassured those falling asleep, as if someone was always awake in the camp, providing warmth and protection.
