IRONIC, ISN’T IT? Driving toward danger feels more like freedom than when I was headed for the airstrip. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was wrong. Yes, I wish I’d realized this days ago, but I didn’t even know what I wanted until Larisa spoke her words of wisdom. I just needed a push.
And push she gave.
We’re all in agreement about what has to happen—Oscar and Astra must die. Anyone who stands in our way will meet the same fate.
Max, Zoey, and Sara are following us. Ingrid, Saint, Pavel, and I are in the van, mulling over our plans. The last we heard, Serg told Zoya to stay in the car. Ten minutes later, gunshots were heard. Pavel was convinced it was Alek because one of Pavel’s contacts who needed the money was able to amass a small arsenal for him.
That was thirty minut
