Blue light ran along the exposed feed and entered the yard panel. The freight stop beside Martin's boot began to rise.
He stepped away from it without leaving the rear doorway. Inside, Seda pulled the satchel higher on her shoulder. The credential remained locked in its recess beneath her hand.
Rias turned her recording field toward the opened cover.
"Feed label, outgoing instruction, receiving panel," she said. "I have the connection."
The equipment specialist held his probe beside the blue line. A separate amber thread ran beneath it toward the yard's ordinary warning bell.
"Upper line. The lower one only carries the bell."
Rias brought Gloamneedle into the cleared space. Martin stayed between her and the door while her warden guarded the court side. Nothing living crossed the blade's path.
Its point passed through the blue feed.
