Day one of three. Morning came dressed in fog that made the city look like it was still deciding whether to finish waking up. The transit hub loomed six blocks east glass and steel trying to look modern while its bones remembered when trains ran on coal and optimism.
Arden stood on the platform at the auxiliary station, the one commuters used when the main hub was too crowded or their route ran contrary. Fewer cameras here. More pigeons. The kind of place where people waited without expecting punctuality.
Kael and Amara were inside the main hub doing reconnaissance disguised as tourism. Clipboards, cameras, the posture of people who were lost but determined to document the experience. They'd map exits, choke points, blind spots places the Entity might stage an entrance that would look dramatic on broadcast but leave civilians room to run.
