The industrial zone smelled like coolant and hot metal even from the jungle, which was sixty meters away and separated by a chain-link boundary that had stopped functioning as a barrier sometime in the previous decade, when the links began to rust through at the bottom.
Proxy stood at the jungle and watched the zone's eastern section through the network and through his eyes simultaneously. The network version was more informative.
What he had found when he pushed his cyberware outward from the jungle was the densest living signal architecture he had accessed since the resort. Nodes stacked on nodes, live systems running on residual power, channels competing for bandwidth.
What his eyes showed was two contestants who had decided that the best way to resolve their dispute was to do so loudly and with violence.
