His movements were steady and exact.
He wasn’t guessing.
He clearly knew what he was doing.
He slowly rotated the turbine with his hands, listening closely to the sound of the metal turning. Then he adjusted a small internal piece and wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his greasy sleeve.
A few feet away, several airport maintenance workers had stepped aside earlier after confirming the parts were useless.
At first, no one noticed the kid.
But suddenly, one of the engineers looked back toward the maintenance area and froze.
“What the…?” he muttered.
The man narrowed his eyes and pointed.
“Is that a kid?”
Two other maintenance workers turned to look.
Sure enough, a small boy was sitting among millions of dollars’ worth of aircraft components, calmly working on one of the damaged turbines.
“Hey!” one of the workers shouted.
The boy didn’t look up.
He kept tightening the bolt.
The workers immediately started walking toward him, their irritation growing with each step.
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