The following excerpt doesn't have the answers, but you might enjoy it anyway.
Doug’s mind
wandered. His snatches of sleep since the boiler failed were not enough
and tiredness was a leaden weight on his shoulders. He'd husbanded the others as
much as he could but there’d always been something urgent he had to do
immediately.
Things had steadied
now. Around him, everyone did their jobs and his focus drifted. It would be
tempting to find a seat somewhere and sit for a while.
He reacted
slowly to Taff’s sudden movement and incoherent shout. It was not till the
man’s hand closed on the live bar that he shouted, “No, Taff, don’t!”
It was too late.
The alternating current constricted the tendons and Taff’s hand locked itself
around the bar. He gave a weird wavering wail and appeared to dance a jig about
the bar. Doug caught the whiff of burning flesh and it galvanized him into
action. He took two running steps and swung his right foot in a mighty kick to
break Taff’s deadly grip.
The
jolt of the current wiped out his mind before he knew if he’d succeeded
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