Maddison's POV
Maddison took a quick breath, the air in the still and clean room was too thin all at once. She had seen the blueprints, fire-blackened, the thin web of symbols and lines, a language she knew better than many other people.
Then, the cold grip of fear in her belly began to fade, replaced by the hot push of challenge. She stepped towards the huge screen, her steps firm and sure.
"How much material is used in the main supports?" she asked sharply, her voice cutting through the quiet. She didn't look at Grant, her eyes staying on the floating image.
Grant leaned against the console to his left, arms crossed. "50 grade steel for the beams. A325 high-strength bolts."
"And the expected weight? Wind force calculation?" Maddison's hand moved across the air, a control panel for
