Team leader Gail Cross stood up and said, "Good news for the gravity-sled project." She was dressed down today in a tight red-over-red blouse/pants outfit which showed off her trim figure.
She lifted a remote and pointed it at the flat screen on the wall just beyond the end of the conference table. It lit up, showing a full-color picture of a gravity sled, dark green with a yellow stripe all along its side.
"Here's the power supply." The image expanded, rotated, and the skin at the front of the craft vanished. The image zoomed further and a red arrow pointed at a fat cable with a connector in the middle.
"This connector is ordinarily twist-locked and stays that way for the life of the vehicle. It's actually sturdier than the heavy-duty cable. But the sub-subcontractor skimmed on quality to save a few thousand bucks, which would add up to a few million eventually. Under the kind of acrobatics extreme sports fans would put the sled through it slowly begins to fail. At some point--"
The image was replaced by a video showing a gravity sled doing a high-speed hairpin turn. Suddenly the smooth turn turned into a tumble. Then the screen went blank.
"And Chris almost ends up in the hospital."
She nodded at the other end of the table where Christopher Guest sat in his blue coverall.
"You ready for another flight test, Chris?"
White teeth flashed in his tan face. "You bet."