旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커  � Team Eeeek: The Dawning of An Age - Skills of a Carpenter Page 46 �  쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑  � Darkness sliced the Team Eeeek Offices into little pockets of artificial �  � light. The foul weather and the sprawling night reaching through the �  � windows into this nerd sanctuary had further isolated the socially �  � enfeebled geniuses. Darkness seemed to enervate them. Each of the team �  � members, encased in a halogen halo or a monitor sheen, twitched furtive �  � glances left or right and impatiently awaited the closing hour. �  � �  � But none of them was more anxious than Carpenter. �  � �  � The peerless technician hated the dark. The shadows triggered memories of �  � a latch-key childhood in a cold tenement in New Jersey. Shafts of light �  � recalled huddling in the cold while the frightening noises of fighting �  � slipped under the door. And the dark's separation of one from his fellows �  � reminded him of a night in a Yale dormitory, a night when "she" closed a �  � door on his life. �  � �  � No. There was no absolution for it. Carpenter hated the dark. �  � �  � Yet he waited, as he had done on selected nights for the last six weeks; �  � he waited in those hateful shadows for his fellow employees to leave. �  읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸