Chapter 69: The Icy Eruption
Along the lower masonry of the granite pillars anchoring the main boundary gates, recessed bronze nozzles slid outward through pneumatic ports with a sharp hiss. The subterranean holding tanks, pressurized to eight hundred pounds per square inch and insulated against the bedrock chill, released their payload the exact instant the command circuit completed. Twelve high output irrigation heads rose flush with the stone coping, rotating twenty degrees toward the exterior apron before their internal valves unlocked simultaneously.
A wall of pressurized water erupted from the nozzles in a violent, roaring fan, cutting through the swirling sleet of Crestline Avenue.
The stream did not dribble or mist into the squall. It blasted forward with the force of an industr
