The gates of City Hall.
"Frank," Leo called out.
Frank, who had been guarding the entrance, looked over at Leo. The old Union leader was drenched in sweat, his hand tightly clutching a walkie-talkie.
"Leo, the men outside are getting agitated. I'm not sure I can hold them back much longer." Frank's voice was tinged with anxiety. "Should we pull back?"
"No, Frank." Leo looked at his old comrade. "Open the gates."
"What?"
"I said, open the gates to City Hall."
Leo adjusted his cuffs.
"Get me a megaphone."
"I'm going out to talk to them."
「Two minutes later.」
The sealed gates slowly slid open.
The roar from outside instantly amplified tenfold, crashing into the hall like a physical tidal wave.
The plaza outside the gates was a sea of heads.
Hundreds of dockworkers in grease-stained coveralls and hard hats had surrounded City Hall, blocking it off completely.
