The signal station, when initially constructed, could never have anticipated being swallowed by the "growing" city.
This place is horrendously high, with no paths to tread.
Maintenance staff rely on company hovercars to reach it, unable to station security personnel, leaving management to drones and detection devices.
John no longer concealed his movements.
He climbed the last few dozen meters of the skyscraper, took a running leap over the high-voltage wire fence.
There were several locks inside the signal station.
Gino isolated the alarm through the local network.
Plato used a backdoor in the municipal network to remotely unlock the electronic locks.
John forcefully dismantled the server cover.
He inserted the terminal into the relay station following the instructions.
"Done."
[Plato: Good job, the signal is stable. Let me check the hovercar's number and night path. You get down here, we'll prepare to leave... Wait, I detected... F*ck!]
Zzzzz.
