The dense evening fog rolled off the churning whitewater rapids of the Iron River, shrouding the colossal suspension bridge in a cold, gray mist.
"Look at the sheer scale of those suspension towers anchoring the northern crossing," Kendra remarked, gazing up at the three-hundred-foot steel spires from the southern bridge approach.
"Our optical reconnaissance confirms a fifty-foot reinforced steel blast gate blocking all six traffic lanes," Jax reported, reviewing the structural scan data on his datapad.
"The gate is forged from mana-dampened titanium alloy and secured by eight hydraulic locking deadbolts," Diana observed through her scouting visor.
"The granite cliffs on either side of the gorge drop three hundred feet down into razor-sharp boulders and treacherous river whirlpools," Ava noted, studying the topographical elevation map.
