Before dawn the next morning, or more accurately, in the middle of the night, while darkness still blanketed the world outside, the noise returned.
The shrill scream of a power saw cutting into metal mixed with the relentless pounding of hammers against the entrance. Somewhere below, an electric drill whined loudly enough to shake the entire building.
The racket was deafening.
Suzy shot upright in bed.
The movement startled her just enough to notice that Derek was already awake.
He had only just gotten up himself. His tousled curls stuck out in every direction as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, looking thoroughly irritated.
"So noisy..." he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.
Blinking, Suzy withdrew the hand that had somehow ended up resting across his firm abdomen during the night. She yawned, still half asleep.
"What's going on?"
A calm voice drifted over from the window.
"They're here. They're surprisingly early."
Thomas.
