Jonathon stopped at the apex of the skyway, about three meters above the top of the maze. He took one last look at the whole, letting his mind absorb the arena. Then he ran down the other side of the elevated track and headed out through the penalty bunkers and quickly past the communication bay where Terry was warming up the team’s trideo and simsense equipment. Terry was a grotesquely fat ork with a crush on Jonathon. Luckily she didn’t look up from her work as he ran by.