It was writ large in his nervous movements and stiff gait. What Grace was going through, he couldn't know. Their paths didn't cross in daily life and though he certainly had cause to contact her now, her being the de facto head of the electricians, he didn't. He wanted to reserve that for when he had something concrete to give her. He stuck with the regular forwarded emails as needed with the code for ‘nothing yet’ in each one.While he waited, feeling helpless and with an ear halfcocked for the blast that would bring down his silo, the people in Silo 40 were busy. They were the hub and the coordinators for this great ‘going offline’ that would take place. Every twelve hours, as directed, he sat at the hacked radio and waited for their call. The buzz he had grown to love would come from the radio and then he took their updates and answered their questions with a growing sense of hope tinged with the ever present nervousness.By the third day of this waiting, he had been required to give the medic and one of his IT technicians the order to begin scanning in medical records.
