The people and cars thinned as they neared their destination. "Almost there," Jorick whispered, and led them up an alley, their backs against a building. It should have been a busy area, but the buildings around it stood dark and empty. Some showed stress damage; cracks and chips, broken windows, and flashes of soot. Katelina imagined that they'd been evacuated and forced to remain closed after the attack.
Jorick came to a stop and Katelina peered around him to see the Birlik, or what was left of it. A single, tiled wall and half of a tower stood. The rest was an elegant pile of rubble dusted with snow and lit with the flashing lights of a police barricade.
Her voice caught as she whispered, "My god, how did Cyprus do that?"
"They probably used explosives," Jorick said.
Micah grumbl
