Ahead of them lay a collection of rusted yellow shipping containers, and behind that rose the tall gray facade of the Bridge’s cooling system. It was warmer here, soft rain dripping from the network of overhead cables. Somewhere close by, hot metal ticked as it cooled, and the floor vibrated with distant machinery. They’d not seen anyone in minutes. The sun faded to leave them in blue darkness. Crimson lights glowed to life, the oil-rig-sized superstructure edged with ship’s lighting.