I stood staring at the little screen inside the dark shipping container while the generator droned on.

The morning shift showed up at the comms office at nine.

Two technicians squeezed past my chair to check the router racks.

I closed the secure messaging window on my laptop and opened my personal browser.

The smell of stale instant coffee hung thick in the cramped room.

Dust lined the edges of the keyboard.

I went to the First National Bank login page.

The connection crawled over the base satellite network.