The main highway leading out of the city came to a complete halt. Hundreds of cars sat bumper to bumper, their horns blaring in the afternoon heat.
Inside the central transit command center, the phones were ringing off the hooks. The director of transit stood at his desk, his face pale and covered in sweat as he held a phone to his ear.
"I don't care what the city council says," Harrison's voice came through the line, cold. "No planes leave the private runways. No boats leave the northern docks. Shut down every single bridge leading across the river right now."
"Sir, this is going to cost millions," the director stammered, his hand shaking. "The entire transport network is freezing up. We can't just block the main borders without a federal order."
"You have my order," Harrison replied, his tone perfectly flat and empty of mercy. "If a single vehicle crosses the city before I give the word, I will personally come down there and remove you from that chair. Do your job."
