When he reached the green fencing, he looked through it, to his left, and found a rectangular orange diesel train engine, its blunt nose painted with crisp diagonals in black and white. It sat, inert, on the nearest set of tracks, beside a rectangular white sign, obviously intended to be read by trainmen, that said HEATLEY . On a yellow triangle a few feet before it, REDUCE SPEED . He read the names on individual boxes in their stacks: HANJIN, COSCO, TEX, "K" LINE, MAERSK SEALAND . Beyond them, further inside the port, were tall buildings of unknown purpose, and the arms of those same orange cranes he’d seen from the black Zodiac.