Mick sat in his chair, Chief Engineer for the Richmond Nuclear Power Plant, holding his mug full of hot coffee (four sugars, double cream). Closing his eyes, smelling the java-infused steam, anticipating the sweet taste, he raised the mug to his lips...
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH….
The warning klaxon blared, scaring the crap out of Mick, who sent a mouthful of coffee spraying everything around him. As he jumped up, trying to understand what was happening, more klaxons blared, more red lights flashed, more metres (as he started to take them in) showed readings in the red.
“Shut it the fuck down!”
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