Chapter Fifteen
Damien leaned in the doorway of Sophia’s temporary quarters. ‘So what’s the plan?’
‘I don’t have one,’ Sophia said.
He stared at her blankly. ‘That’s … unusual.’
Sophia looked up from lacing her sneakers with paracord. She’d dispensed with the sling around her, it was too awkward. ‘So are a lot of things,’ she said. ‘Where are the others?’
‘Hélio and his bodyguard are keeping their heads down, which isn’t a bad idea. Aviary’s sleeping and Nasira’s—’
‘Right here.’ Nasira shoved past him. ‘You want us on shifts tonight?’
Sophia put her sneakers back on. They were still damp. ‘We’re in a high-security military base.’
‘Yeah, my point exactly.’ Nasira pointed to the ceiling. ‘And I know they’re listening.’
‘So we’ve done the interviews, now what?’ Damien asked.
‘One of
