Silent Death

"Vickie, would you mind answering that?" Taylor asked, soldering gun already in hand and glasses in place to keep him from blinding himself.

"Sure," she said, picking the receiver up from the cradle. "Who the hell has a landline these days?"

"We the hell do," Taylor grumped. "Answer the phone."

He could almost hear her eyes rolling as she pressed the receiver to the side of her head. "McFadden's Mechs, how can I help you?"

It wasn't a great name, but he wasn't going to be complaining, turning t...