Vey stopped the maintenance tram with its rear wheel hanging above the rail.
The driver held the brake while two West Four soldiers wedged rifle stocks beneath the axle. Jade sat inside the open car with one hand over her damaged eye. Ty stood in the track bed, and every dead sleeve behind him had stopped at the same joint.
Under the tram, the second pull ran toward the fourth desk.
"Keep the east transfer line moving and send no one across this switch until I identify the load."
The orbital coordinator answered through Vey's molar. "Thirty brewery evacuees remain on the west platform, and their car leaves in eleven minutes."
"Hold them behind the cage posts and keep their baggage on the ground."
Vey stepped between the rails. White scoring appeared on the inside of the lifted wheel, fresh enough to leave filings on his glove. The pull was not lifting the tram. It was dragging the axle sideways toward a seam that had formed between both tracks.
