The word sliced through the wind louder than any shout. The welder, a kid named Lars with ice in his beard and fire in his eyes, lifted his hood. His face was a thundercloud.
“The code is here,” he said. “But the truth is here. Most inspectors just read the numbers. The good ones read the man who made the numbers.” welding inspector
That was everything.
“It’s textbook,” Lars argued, pointing his gloved finger at the seam. “Root pass, hot pass, fills. The X-ray will clear it.” The word sliced through the wind louder than any shout
“Hold,” John said.