Broken Wing was literally up against the wad. Our slid day was gone, the project's insurance would run out at midnight, and thejeam members would journey back to their real jobs by day's end. it was irrevocably now or never; fait or succeed. Broken Wing's entire team was crystal-clear on that fact. Morning broke with a high cloud layer over Mexicali. All players seemed to look up at the palm trees whenever they moved in the breeze. Each knew the wind would be a critical variable.
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