Thirty-twoThey reached the aerodrome by doing as Courtney had suggested: keeping to the back streets, moving quickly, avoiding contact with others. It took longer than expected, but at least they had managed to steer well clear of militia and Silencers.
As they crossed the large open field, Tears looked towards the towering gantries and the many airships attached at their top, waiting to begin their journeys. The dreadful noise from their engines reminded Tears of ancient nightmares he used to have as a child: dark and sinister, the sound of a preternatural world.
Courtney was a little ahead, moving quickly. He had said little on their way through the streets, and had the air of the hunted about him. Tears felt Ana's hand slip into his own, and he looked down at her. “What did you tell h
