Clung! Clung! Clung!
In the harsh afternoon sun, hammers clanged against steel beams. Sparks flew as welding torches sealed the final metal supports in place.
The air inside the Helios Dome buzzed with the sounds of drills, power saws, and the gruff voices of men at work.
But the popular building no longer was called the Helios Dome, now it was called The Steele Complex
The old glass dome was almost unrecognizable. The new Steele Complex was now an elite business hub where the activities of Darren and his company would soon take over the State of Calivernia.
Workers moved about, clad in dirt-streaked overalls, lifting materials and hauling debris.
Some sat on scaffolding, taking short breathers, cigarettes hanging from their lips. A few stood by the edge of the half-built glass viewing area, watching the controlled chaos below.
