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"What?" Aminah’s voice was shrill. "The pressure will shatter the injection head!"

Aminah finally looked at him. Her goggles were fogged. "The volume required doesn't exist on site. We'd need to fly it in from the Singapore refinery. That's a six-hour flight." caldera construction sdn bhd

For the next five hours, Caldera’s crew worked with the silent, furious precision of a watchmaker disarming a bomb. Helicopters thundered overhead, slinging coolant tanks into a temporary holding pen. Welders in silver heat-suits reinforced the injection collar. Elias personally calibrated the flow regulators, his fingers moving by memory, by instinct, by the ghost of a thousand previous near-misses. "The volume required doesn't exist on site

Borehole Seven was their deepest penetration so far: 4.2 kilometers into the earth's crust. The drill rig had stopped whining. Instead, it emitted a low, harmonic groan. The ground around it shimmered with heat haze. Six hundred. Four hundred.

The voice crackled in his earpiece. It was Aminah Talib, Caldera’s Chief Geological Engineer. She was the reason he’d taken this job—her modeling of sub-volcanic fluid dynamics was borderline clairvoyant.

Elias felt the old familiar cold knot in his stomach. "How long before the liner fails?"

Eight hundred degrees. Six hundred. Four hundred.