Alice needed cover before someone with a homemade bottle rocket blew her legs off. She looked up to see a dull orange sunset peek beneath the clouds. She was nearing the Bridge’s perimeter; this line of military prefabricated units connected to another series a story below. She skidded onto her side, slid to the edge, then held onto a cheap metal gutter filled with blackened water. Ten feet down, another series of office modules ran parallel toward an alley one block over. She dropped, scuttled across, and fell into the tight space.