The rail yard was dark, rusty trains under a cloudy 2025 sky.
Tylor crept forward, Elena's journal heavy in his pocket.
Amaira stayed near, pigtails swaying, her drawing safe, flashlight low.
Kayla held the drive, leg sore, green eyes sharp, dreams purple.
Elias pushed Clara, hands tied, her gray eyes cold, mean.
A purple fracture glowed by a train, buzzing, Collective's trick.
Kayla whispered, "Relay's close. Shut it, fracture closes."
Amaira pointed, "There!" A spiral-marked box under a train.
Tylor hit it with a pipe, sparks flying, fracture shrinking.
Drones buzzed, red eyes bright, beams burning Tylor's arm.
Elias smashed one, Kayla zapped another, her leg shaky.
Amaira threw a bolt, brave, hitting a drone's eye.
Kayla yanked wires, drive beeping, "Overload!" Relay burst, blue fire.
Fracture gone, yard quiet, Clara laughed, "You'll lose."
Tylor held Amaira, Kayla's hand tight, ready for the Architect.