Lanz was nearing the site, which was honestly a relief because running all the way from the east district would have been a nightmare, but thankfully this wasn't one of those "cross half the city and dodge suspicious old men feeding pigeons" situations.
The trees thinned as he went, and he could hear the faint humm of the gate's perimeter warning system in the distance, which only made him pick up the pace.
Of course, if you're imagining this as some intense, cinematic moment, please don't.
He wasn't heroically sprinting with hair blowing perfectly in the wind or anything like that.
His hair was a mess, his shirt was sticking in places it shouldn't, and he had that look people get when they've been running for just a bit too long but refuse to stop because they're stubborn.
And before you ask, yes, he could have taken a bike. Or a bus. Or, you know, not gone at all.
