The Logistics of Restraint: A Tale of Sudden Friction in the Dusty Gray Terminal
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THE FLOOR “Stay down,” John said. The words didn’t carry the heat of anger; they had the flat, heavy cadence of an industrial safety warning. Below him, the polished terrazzo floor of Gate 42 was cold, smelling faintly of synthetic lemon wax and the rubber tracks of thousands of rolling…