Chapter Text
"Shine the light over there." Thomas had gotten two of the younger workers (who slacking off in the break room) to help him fix the generator. Everyone in the room had a coffee thermos with them to keep awake as it was now 2:11 in the morning. By now the breakers were cleaned, but required either extensive maintenance or replacing it entirely and it turned out the of the main generators also gave out, much to the staff's annoyance. Thomas heard the other two grumbling and told them to shut up because the power would be back on before Christmas.
The Hereford gang was sound asleep. The Brit and the Scot were sleeping lightly, ready to react to any sort of disturbance. The Spaniard and Frenchwoman were in deep sleep. The Korean was dreaming of talking bears and flying through the air. The German was dreaming of being back in Blitz's strong arms. The games were back in their boxes, the garbage thrown out and the lanterns were dimmed. It was peaceful in the military installation.
The electricians were playing with some wires. "Almost got it." Thomas said, carefully moving a screwdriver. He gestured to the junior engineer to move the flashlight. A click and slow hum followed, then the lights lit up like fireworks to the three electrical engineers who cheered and jumped up and down like kids. The boss wiped his hand on his brow, relived. He got on the radio and announced, "Good work lads, thanks to you our jobs aren't in jeopardy."
8 hours later...
IQ shielded her eyes as she awoke, trying to figure out what the that light was. As her eyes adjusted she saw that it was the ceiling fan in the cafeteria, and the fan was spinning and the light bulb glowed. Danke Gott she whispered. A slight push came from behind, making fall face first into a pillow. She whipped around to confront whoever pushed her, only to find Sledge, towering above her chuckling. "Don't think your the first to thank him this morning lass." he said.