Chapter Twenty
The hangar doors opened and a cold wind howled through. With her covert earpiece concealed in her ear and her microphone pinned to her coat, Olesya pulled her collar up under her neck. Nasira and Damien climbed into the back seat of the 4x4 and stuffed their small rucks between their legs, while Sophia walked to the front passenger side with a slight limp, the knife wound in her leg still healing.
‘We have everything you need,’ Sophia said.
‘Bolt cutters, paracord, radio?’ Olesya asked. ‘Monoculars?’
Damien tapped his ruck. ‘And one of your carbines, nice and snug.’
Ark walked past them, heading for a second 4x4. ‘I’ll take second.’
‘Ark!’ Gleb called from the hangar door.
‘What’s wrong?’
Gleb approached him with long, nimble strides. ‘Ark, I need you here.’
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