Keefer was working in the business district today. He had been helping build an office complex for a while now. The interior was complete enough that they could start putting windows in. At the same time, the exterior paneling would be put up by a different squad of carpenters. The carpentry profession hadn't changed much over the years. It was still largely people in hard hats with tool belts constructing something. The tools they used had come along way, but the job itself was more or less the same.

“Windows Jobe!” Keefer called out to his co-worker. “We're almost done now!” The windows were always an exiting step for Keefer, as it was usually his last job before a building was complete. 

“Yea... Windows... Done...” Jobe was an unenthusiastic, slow, fat, slob, to be perfectly blunt. However, Keefer found Jobe's laid back nature made him easy to deal with. He wasn't a fast worker, but he did keep a level head in most situations. You could joke with him all day and never offend him. Jobe was holding a large window in place  while Keefer calked around it. The caulk gun hummed as the motor pressed the adhesive into the window seam.  

“You know back in the day, we'd need to nail this guy in after we glued it? Even wait for it to dry?” Keefer pulled his finger off the trigger and turned to his companion.

“Yea... Nail... Wait... Dry...”

“Haha!” Keefer slapped Jobe on the back. “I'm done. We just need to go do the next few floors now.”

Keefer was a bit more eager to get to the next floor than his companion was. By the time Keefer got to the staircase, Jobe had just finished turning around to walk away from the window. He would make it to the next floor in his own time. However, that didn't mean that '”this” carpenter had to wait for him.

The next floor was coming along nicely. There were two workers here already who had installed all the windows already. Well, most of them. One of the window pains laid on the ground in pieces. The two workers had already started shouting at each other.

“That's the third one!” The taller of the two shouted. He was alsow wider, and probably hit the gym on a daily basis. “I can't believe someone thought you'd actually be beneficial to the survival effort. I be you could fuck up a cup of coffee!”

The second man, smaller and scrawnier, was trembling. Not out of fear, but hatred. “Aren't you the one that glued his glove into the window seam? We'd be done already if you didn't screw that up!”

“You've got some nerve...”

This was bad. Someone was going to get hurt if the situation kept escalating. Keefer approached the disgruntled workers. He took a calming breath with each step.

“Guys.” Keefer lifted his hands up in the air. “ I realize we're all really exited to be-”

“Who the fuck are you?” The larger man baled his hands into fists.

The smaller man tipped his head let and right as he spoke.“Fuck fuck fuck, Is that the extent of your vocabulary? Maybe you should have stayed in school!”

“You want to fight?” The larger man's fists pulsed with energy. They were glowing cherry red, like heated metal.

“No, I want to kick your ass!” The shards of glass that were on the ground were listed into the air. They spun around the small man like electrons hovering around an atom. The two workers locked eyes with each other, both glowing gold with the power of their Lunos. But that glow didn't last forever. The gold in their eyes flickered and went out along with their powers. The larger man's arm's cooled and the glass fell back to the ground. There was also a sound, something akin to static. But they heard it with their minds instead of their ears. 

“Enough!” Keefer's shout took both men by surprise. While both of them were without their powers, this man was still able to use his lunos. “Do the two of you have any idea how petty you sound?” Keefer was too annoyed to look directly at them. A sideways glance was all he offered for eye contact.  Keefer pointed at the taller man “You are swearing your head off like a school bully, and YOU!” Keefer swung his hand over to the other. “...Are no better for trying to escalate the situation.” His hand fell to his side. “You're aware we are the only ones left, right? There's no earth anymore.” The glow in Keefer's eyes went out, and the noise in everyone's head went away.  “There were only so many spots open on the Noah, and everyone who stayed behind sacrificed themselves for us passengers. Do you think they'd be happy if they were looking down on you two right now!?”  Keefer's voice cracked at the end. It was hard for either of the men to stay mad after that. “Alright.” Keefer said with a sigh. “Do you guys need any help with this window?”

“N-no, we got it!”

“Yea, It's alright. I think we can adjust for our height differences now.”

Keefer  nodded and turned away from the other carpenters. He slid his hand over his chest to feel his heart's pulse. Damn, even using dead cell for that short period of time had his heart rate up. It was hardly a health concern, but it took so long for it to return to normal. Keefer started to take deep, cleansing breaths in an attempt to calm down. In, and out. In, and out.

“The hell is going on here!?”

That voice did not belong to the other workers. Keefer turned around to meet his boss, Borr Larsson, face to face. There were only three things you needed to know about this man. First was that he was the overseer of construction in the city limits. Second was that he took his job very seriously. The last one was that he had a legendary temper and was known to get in your face like a drill sergeant. 

“H-hello sir!” Keefer swallowed.

“You...” Borr pointed at Keefer with the claw of his hammer. “Did you activate your Lunos, effectively aborting my analytic view of the building?” Borr's ability was that he could look at an object with a sort of x-ray vision. He couldn't really “see” through things, but he could locate structural weaknesses, find faults in wires, and tell if a woman was pregnant or fat. 

“They started it...”

Borr pulled back his arm and almost threw the hammer out a window, but instead slid it into his tool belt. He was visibly angry, and it took him a lot of effort to refrain from violence. “They were fighting again?”

“It was going to be a fight, yes. B-but you shouldn't blame them.”

“...If I'm going to blame anyone for anything, it's going to be YOU Keefer!” He threw his hands into the air. “Yea, it would be really bad  if someone got hurt on the job, but not everyone can be as even keeled as Keefer and Jobe. Not every fight ends with a fatality, in fact, few ever do.  Maybe the fighting would stop if someone got punched out.”

Keefer folded his arms. “You don't mean that.”

“I don't.” He placed a hand on his head. “I thought the range on that 'dead cell' of yours was pretty low.”

“You must have been standing directly above me.”

“Then it won't happen again?” Keefer didn't say anything. Borr groaned. “Alright, you're forgiven. Get those windows up so that we can move onto the next project.”

No more words were exchanged, the two men departed.