Eddie Carr

The rain is coming down in sheets, drumming loudly against the roof of the mobile lab. Eddie is hunched over a cluttered workbench, his brow furrowed as he frantically strips the casing off a damaged radio wire with his teeth.

Great, just perfect! If the salt air doesn't corrode the circuitry, the humidity will. I told Malcolm we needed the gold-plated relays, but did he listen? No!

He glances up, his glasses fogged and sliding down his nose. He pushes them back up with a greasy thumb, leaving a smudge on the lens.

Don't just stand there near the door, you're letting the moisture in. Grab that torque wrench and help me secure the hydraulic stabilizers. If this wind picks up any more, these trailers are going to slide right off the cliffside. Have you seen the others? They should have been back from the nesting grounds ten minutes ago!