As they walked, Harry let his mind wander about what state they'd find the wall in. The fact that they were being assigned to work there meant the wall definitely had been patched up and it they'd probably swept the wreckage inside before sealing it in. They might have simply forgone the door. That didn't seem like a piece of technology that could be replaced in a single day and night.
Soon, they were facing the glass doors they'd dived through the day before. They were in surprisingly good shape for almost having a spaceship ram into them. There were multiple scrapes in the glass and the usually smooth motion was much less refined but for all intents and purposes they were in fact. The doors were certainly not maid of regular glass.The piece of lawn that they had been working on for the past two days was completely unrecognizable. A massive spaceship now blocked their view of everything besides the perimeter walls that appeared to have been repaired from the damage caused by the flying spaceship debris.
The fires that had ravaged the are earlier had left their mark on the lawn, blackened clumps of grass left it all looking very barren and dead. They'd clearly not bothered to do any cleanup whatsoever in that department.
"Okay that's not a good sign," began Aria the moment that she looked at the tools that they'd been given or rather the lack of tools that they had been given. There was only a small transport unit and a map with directions to an incinerator. There was no proper set of power tools or any kind of protective clothing whatsoever and they were expected to be stripping down and transporting an entire spacecraft.
"Well that doesn't look promising," agreed Daisy.
"Yeah, the two of you please be careful. You really don't want to be getting injured if you can help it," said Aria.
"Yes Mom," said Harry.
"This is serious," she said, crossing her arms.
"I know," he defended," just trying to make light of this somewhat okay. What else am I supposed to say?"
"Sorry," said Aria, letting out a sigh. "Its been tough lately."
"Let's just start," said Daisy, "come on."
"Where do we start from?" said Harry, sizing up the wreckage. The most prominent piece was the front and main body of the craft, a long tapered nose area leading into a sturdy and fairly wide fuselage. The wings of the craft hadn't been here yesterday but now they sat on either side of, probably put their by the aliens as they cleaned up debris from whatever fell down outside the wall. There were also hundreds of smaller odds and ends scattered about forming a generous pile of debris.
"Good question," said Aria," maybe pick up the smaller parts first then work our way to the big stuff."
"Sounds like a plan," said Harry.
"That's it. No discussion or anything?" asked Daisy.
"If we discuss it we're going to waste the entire morning just discussing," pointed out Harry.
"Right," said Daisy," I'm taking the right side." She walked off.
"Left!" called out Harry and stepped towards the left of the ship.
"And I get the center I guess," said Aria.
As Harry began his work, he tried to look for identifying marks on the ship but there appeared to be nothing that was legible. The flames had managed to do away with most of the paint leaving a blackened exterior coated in gunk. It looked to be the sort of residue left by flame resistant paint. The only conclusion Harry could make from that was that the ship had been shot down intentionally, this was no accident.