“Exactly!” Juniper spun to face them both, snowflakes catching in her hair like thoughts demanding to be captured. “I saw them cutting through the park earlier - Central’s already positioning their people.” Her eyes tracked another small group making their way through the frosted paths below. “We need to move fast, but we also need to be precise. Every motion, every piece of evidence - it all has to flow together like… like…”

“Like there’s alphabets in your soup?” Sophia offered dryly, though her eyes sparkled with understanding.

The city moved around them in its endless dance of commerce and celebration, but Juniper barely noticed. Her mind was already racing ahead to the upcoming jury selection, witness preparations, and the intricate choreography of presenting their case. The pressure was immense - thousands of lives hanging in the balance, media scrutiny intensifying by the hour, and a deadline that seemed to approach with the speed of the new main line.