Water in Shaft 37

That bridge corridor carried the main redundancy line for the west side’s power and water pumps. On screen, the fire spread fast, like a match had been struck inside the city’s nerves. “How did that happen?” Daniel whispered. “What you did at the stadium is on livestream now,” Harper said. “Outer districts are pushing in. Transit is dead. Road temperatures are too high. The bridge is overloaded. Any small ignition point can take the whole structure.” “So you already knew the bridge was going to burn,” Lin said. “I knew there would be losses.” “Losses?” Marcus slammed a fist onto the table. “There are people under that bridge.”