The Caldren Bridge at night was a different structure than it was in daylight.
In daylight it was infrastructure — eight meters above the river, wide enough for two cargo vehicles, the primary north-south crossing between pack-accessible territory and the urban grid. At night, with the city ambient light catching the water below and the elevated rail span on the east side sitting in full darkness, it was a chokepoint. A place where you could hold something or lose something, and both options were equally possible and equally visible.
I was ninety seconds from the first breach when I ran the sector assignments through my head one more time. Not because I had any doubt about the plan. Because I was afraid, and the plan was sound, and those two things were not in contradiction and I had lea
