The bluff became real when overzealous border guard Luna Phranc put four slugs through the back of Ennis Pryce. Defeated conclusively in his sixth year of trying, assuming that he would die there on the bridge, then somehow deciding that one-point-two million favored citizens would join him out of, spite maybe, Ennis turned back to her and just let himself press down. It would resonate through the collective conscience always--a genuine shift in human capability. The convergence of malicious intent, with effortless reach. The dawn of an era where entire populations, and their infrastructure, may be instantly repurposed by a sufficiently motivated or deranged individual.