The next few days passed in a blur with them making slow progress on the ship, eating away at it bit by bit like a trio of ants working on eating through an apple. There were slowly getting used to the longer shift and things were starting to fall back into somewhat of a rhythm after the chaos caused by the crashed ship.
It was about four days now since the crash of the ship. It started normally enough with Aria going over to check their schedule for the day at The Hub. On her return however, Harry could see that something wasn't right. Aria wasn't the most cheerful of people in the morning, but she was looking extra worried as she walked back from the screen.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked as soon as he got a glimpse of her face.
"Very bad news," she said, letting out a sigh.
"What can possibly be worse than having to miss breakfast three days in a row?" asked Harry.
"We have been assigned to solely take care of the whole project," she said.
Harry didn't even process that for a moment. It had sounded like.
"Wait a minute. We're going to be covering all the shifts?" asked Harry.
"Yes. We're not going to miss lunch or dinner but we're going to have to take four of the shifts," said Aria," which means we get two tiny one hour breaks but besides that we're expected to be working almost full time on this spaceship cleanup. Everyone else who was working on it has been reassigned to other areas."
"Why on Earth would they do that?" asked Daisy," just because we happened to be the ones there doesn't mean they get to make us responsible for the whole thing."
"Hey no one said life was fair," said Aria.
"It's not this unfair," said Harry.
"It is in this place," said Daisy. That wiped the smiles off their faces.
"We have a long few days ahead of us don't we?" said Harry.
"That we do," said Aria, walking off. "Come on, standing around fixes absolutely none of our problems."
Work began that day with the weight of their new shifts now weighing heavily on their minds. Today was supposed to be a good day. They'd made enough progress that Harry was positive they could cut through enough of the wings around the fuselage to sneak through and get a sneak at the place where the door had once been. The only bright side to this change of shifts was that they were definitely going to have enough time for that plan to be successful, except now with the string of bad luck, Harry didn't know if he was going to like what they found behind the spaceship.
Despite his apprehension, it all went quite smoothly. A few hours into that days' work, Harry slipped through the opening they'd created with Aria and Daisy making sure to be working near that area at the same time to make sure that it was not blatantly obvious that Harry was sneaking off. With the way the cameras were positioned, the spaceship ended up playing to their advantage. Both the cameras mounted near the glass passage leading out to the door were completely blocked off by the spaceship as were the ones on the side. The ones on the wall were the only problem, but as long as Harry was careful to inch along the wall itself, he would be out of its field of view for most of the time.
It wasn't like Harry had to be hidden from the cameras the entire time either, he just had to make sure they didn't spot him sizing up the spot where the door was.
The first thing Harry saw was the actual door. It had been replaced after all which meant they'd probably had a backup in store...or the repairing process had been much simpler than it had looked at first. He frowned. That could be bad news.
Steeling himself, he took a deep breath and slowly scanned the door, making sure to only glance at it out of the corner of his eye so that he could pretend to be checking out the ship in the event that a guard was to come looking for them.
As he was scanning the place where the door connected to its hinges, he spotted something that made him stop and stare. Completely forgetting about the situation, he turned around and peered in to get a closer look. Am I seeing things? He rubbed his eyes and took a second look. They are not wrong when they say everything happens for a reason.
The hinge was slightly bent, letting a tiny pinprick of light through. It was a weak spot.