“Yeah. You the welder?” Lena replied.

The welder grinned. “Now that’s a code I can follow.”

The trouble had started at dawn. Well #7, a cranky old unit installed in the Bush administration, had dropped its discharge pressure by 15%. The field operator, a kid named Cody fresh from tech school, had shrugged. “Slap a new valve in it, boss,” he’d radioed.