March 23rd, 2029. A week later after the final construction.
The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow over the Colorado mountains as the convoy prepared to leave. The satellite, now carefully secured in its transport container, was ready for the journey to Florida. Michael Reyes stood by, watching as the final checks were completed.
"Everything secure?" he asked one of the lead engineers.
"Yes, Mr. Reyes," the engineer replied. "The satellite is locked in and the container is sealed tight. We're ready to move."
Michael nodded. "Good. Let's get started then."
The convoy, consisting of several trucks and a security detail, slowly began to move out. The roads were clear, and the early morning air was crisp and cold. They drove through the winding mountain roads and Michael enjoyed the scenery that passed by.
