Tactical Cast

The desk offered no further data for the day. I slipped past the lobby door and navigated three blocks south to the library plaza. At the edge of the paved terrace stood a bronze tactile relief map mounted on a granite pedestal. I scaled the stone base and stepped onto the raised metal grid. Miniature city blocks and bridges rose beneath my boots. I crouched, resting one gloved palm against a miniature suspension tower while checking each avenue. Every dead end and cross street was cast in cold, solid bronze. The district is fully accounted for.