Chapter Twenty-Four
Pulling her gloves on, Olesya walked into the milky fog. It threaded around the tree trunks and seemed to dissolve at her approach. She powered on her goggles and checked over her shoulder. The crisp, thermal outlines of Sophia, Nasira and Damien were close by. Sophia and Damien, wearing small rucks on their backs, paced themselves while Nasira took up rear security, routinely checking behind them with her monocular.
They walked in silence, and for a while it was like they were Firebird squad again.
Olesya steered them through the night until they reached a wire fence on the border. The only sound was a solitary owl hooting in the distance. The fence was higher than she expected, but Sophia unzipped her ruck and passed a pair of bolt cutters.
Using a blade of grass,
