Canal Row ran on mirrors, and the rift-lynx twins had been born understanding mirrors in a way no other hunters in the world ever had.
District architecture that confused every other fighter in the expedition read, to Rumi and Nari, like a picture book someone had kindly left open on the floor for them.
Rumi and Nari worked the district's civic network from opposite rooftops, two small shapes crouched above the blue lines like cats over a snake.
The compulsory pattern wanted one shared footing, so the twins gave it a hall of them. Every reflected route in Canal Row opened at once, until the network could no longer tell which street was real.
"Evacuation paths open in all four quarters, so pick a road."
Rumi's voice came through the relay carrying the particular joy of a lynx in her element.
"Any road at all, because tonight they are all roads."
