[He'd woken before dawn and had, at first light, headed to Mercy's to work. Now through, scrubbed clean of metal shavings, oil, and glue, he was curled up on the bottom level of an iron fire escape, a spare piece of rebar in his hands, as he carefully carved minuscule vines and flowers onto it.]
Sector 6, not too far from Grant Stadium and Sports Center, late morning?