Meters-tall trideo screens climb the walls, flaring and buzzing with adverts. 
The herds of suits spread out to fill the wide floor. Subways, buses, and 
commuter rail lines all converge here in the Thirtieth Street transit center. 
Like the Market East station downtown, it is a main hub for suits sluicing 
between Center City plazas and their secured corporate enclaves out in the 
burbs. Minuteman patrol cops and the more heavily armed and armored Flash Point 
Enforcement officers keep a close scan on the mobs pouring ceaselessly through 
the accessways. The salary men must be protected or else the city’s corporate
patrons will take their minions to safer quarters.