The skybridge connecting the central library to the athletic complex shook faintly under the distant vibrations of the stadium arena machinery.
"The air in this corridor smells like ozone, dried sweat, and burnt copper wire," the frost specialist reported, glancing at her frost compass.
"The sports faction has fortified the double doors at the gymnasium threshold with overturned bleachers and iron weight bars."
"They stacked gym lockers three layers deep across the main entryway," the young scout confirmed, leading the vanguard along the skybridge tiles.
"Behind those barricades, twenty varsity athletes are holding compound bows and spiked javelins."
"They think barricades made of locker room metal can protect them from sovereign judgment," the shield guardian remarked, adjusting her tower shield.
"A fortified wall means nothing when the leadership inside is rotten to the core."
