The truck was backed up to the bay. Flatbed, air-ride suspension, wooden dunnage already laid out. All she had to do was swing the cell over the bed, lower it, and walk away. Eight more feet of horizontal travel. Three feet of descent.
Mira exhaled. “Rigging isn’t about not tilting things. It’s about knowing exactly how far you can tilt them before God says ‘no.’” rigger 3 load capacity
Jax pointed down. The concrete beneath the crane’s outriggers was old. Stained. And, upon close inspection, hairline-cracked in a starburst pattern radiating from a bolt anchor that had been poured in 1987. The truck was backed up to the bay
She tapped the crane’s dead display.
“The sling remembering what four thousand pounds feels like,” Mira said. “It’s fine.” Eight more feet of horizontal travel
Silence.
Carver looked at the cracks. Looked at the egg. Looked at his watch.