"We're wasting time," Owen said sharply. The tension was palpable and pointless. He unfolded his arms and looked over to Chase, motioning for him as he started toward the exit. "We're going to the hardware store. Anyone who wants to come and help, let's go. The rest of you figure this shit out and quick. Just do something." He was tired of listening to it all. Cecilia was sick and they had a ton of shit to get done. Standing around and arguing over work was starting to piss him off.