She opened Google Earth. The familiar blue sphere loaded, zooming in on Oklahoma. Then, the magic happened. The flat, lifeless lines of the DXF draped themselves over the mountains like silk. The red line snaked through canyons, avoided a protected wetland automatically, and ended exactly where the old wellhead stood.
Her blood turned to ice. “I... maybe. The CAD export was broken.”
But the real cost was the pipeline itself.
The upload wheel spun. 10%. 40%. 90%. She held her breath.
Maya stared at the blinking cursor on her laptop screen. Outside her hotel window in Tulsa, the sun was setting over a maze of rusted pipelines and dry pump jacks. Her boss had given her an impossible deadline: map the proposed route for the new Keystone alternative by morning.
She saved the file to a USB drive and closed her laptop, finally exhaling.