Chptr 19 pt 1: The spirit woodPreatorian Guard outpost. 0700 hours.
Ginger hurled her wrench at the ground in a temper.
She had arrived at the room the jump-gate was stored in intending to do some last-minute adjustments, only to find part of it dented and broken. The cameras were shattered, and the Lombax guarding it was comatose on the floor. There was the clatter of boots behind her as General Cross charged in.
"Ginger, what's...Oh." He took in the damage.
"Well, at least this one's pretty minor." he said, with a sickly grin.
"We don't have time for this s@#$!" she roared, slamming her fist down on a table. "We don't have the resources, either! If this keeps up, I won't be able to fix it!"
The General gave Ginger a concerned look. The workers on Project Exodus were all a little antsy in light of the time limit recently imposed, but Ginger had made a complete 180 degree change in terms of personality. Gone was the gentle, quiet, cheerful engineer. The Ginger he