Protective.
Human.
Wu failed there too.
Gabriel suddenly turns sharply toward the left tunnel wall.
Wait.
Not the wall.
The pipes running along it.
His eyes narrow.
Then—
“Oh hell yes.”
Russ looks over.
“What?”
Gabriel points.
“Drainage line.”
We all stare at him.
The pipe is massive.
Old industrial runoff.
Half concealed behind broken concrete.
Miles grimaces.
“You want us to crawl through sewer pipes?”
Gabriel reloads his rifle calmly.
“You wanna stay here?”
Fair point.
Another section of ceiling collapses farther down the corridor.
The entire tunnel groans around us.
Eli rushes toward the pipe grate immediately.
“It connects to storm runoff near the river district.”
Russ joins him, helping wrench at the rusted bolts holding the grate in place.
It doesn’t move.
Gabriel steps forward.
