"3016x doesn't get to die on my watch," Matt shouted back, looking down at the city lights. He needed to replace the compressor, the coil, and probably the motor before the hospital staff arrived at 6:00 AM.
At 4:45 AM, as the first hint of blue broke on the horizon, Matt flipped the breaker.
"She’s dead, Matt," his apprentice yelled over the roaring wind of the temporary fan they had installed.
The air handling unit—designated unit —had been the bane of Matthew Burkholder’s existence for three days.
It was 12/14/2013, 7:16 PM, and the San Antonio Development Services department was preparing to close its weekly reporting. Meanwhile, high above the rooftop of the 4647 Medical Dr building, Burkholder, a senior HVAC contractor, was battling the beast.
