Mike stepped back. The beam was secure. No loose washer rattling in the dirt. No stripped thread. The dissolvable carrier that held the strip together had cracked away cleanly, leaving only the perfect fastener embedded in the steel.

The memo went out that afternoon: All sites switch to Pro2Go effective immediately.

He did it again. And again.

The old way of doing things was a ballet of frustration: carry a heavy impact driver, a box of loose bolts, a separate box of washers, and a separate box of nuts. You’d climb a ladder with your knees pinching a driver, a bolt in your teeth, and a prayer in your heart. You’d drop the washer. It would roll into the mud. You’d strip the cheap threads. You’d curse. The sun would rise higher, and the deadline would get closer.

Mike nodded.

The inspector grunted approval. “Only thing I approve faster than these is a paycheck.”