Upper Floor of Warehouse

The upper floor of the warehouse is a cavernous space of exposed beams and concrete floors, its raw industrial bones softened by the glow of emergency lights flickering against steel support columns. A spiral stone staircase — worn smooth by decades of use — spirals upward from the main floor, its steps trembling under pounding feet as Cybermen and Ace trade gunfire and brick-sized fists. The air hums with the acrid sting of ozone and pulverized brick dust, thick with the metallic tang of discarded ammunition and the acrid smoke curling from recently destroyed Cybermen. Shadows stretch long where crates and rusted machinery have been shoved aside to create makeshift cover. This is a no-man’s-land of shifting alliances: the Doctor’s plan hangs in the balance below, while above, chaos unfolds in a deadly dance of speed and desperation.