FIFTY
As the airship hovered over the citadel roof and wardens began to descend rope ladders to join Captain Murphy’s forces, a tingle started in Justice’s hands and she gasped. This was just like when she had been chained up in the dining room back at the mine compound on her twenty-fifth birthday. The tingle had signalled the approach of sunrise when she was to dispense Gaea’s justice and it had spread to her entire body as dawn got closer.
It was the same tingle she felt when she clasped the medallion in her hands. Surely this meant they were in the right place. Rona had been telling the truth when she said the hidden lab had been underneath the army barracks that became High Command after the virus was unleashed.
The gall of the first Legion masters must have been incredible, to cho
