A tear grew in the surrounding clouds, the storm shifting, and Red saw how high above the bridge he’d climbed. The nanocamoflage nets had been reeled in like sails to save them from the weather. Below him, arrayed under the withdrawn netting, ran a series of long, linear greenhouses glowing with a soft white light. Red’s heart ached at the sight of so much space and soil. To their right, a row of metal columns supported a cantilevered landing pad that hung over the river. A large helicopter sat there, rotors turning.