"Evening," Miles said, grabbing a heavy canvas bag from the back. "Sewer or storm?"
He squeezed the trigger. The machine hummed, a low, vicious vibration. Miles fed the line deeper, his hands steady, reading the resistance through the hose. blocked drains near me
Arthur watched, fascinated despite his stress, as Miles assembled a device that looked like a mechanical snake crossed with a torpedo. This was the "hydro-jetting" unit.