Chapter Seventeen
Purity Basilica, Praha 1
Aviary was out of time.
From the mezzanine window, she could see fresh Purity soldiers arriving on the street below, split in two groups out the front of the basilica. On her watch, the pulsing red dots surrounded her.
Wrapped in her space blanket, Damien lay still. Sophia’s team were another mile away—or kilometer, or whatever they called it here—and Aviary wasn’t sure she could hold the troops off long enough for them to get there.
With a pistol as her only other weapon, she called on a nearby swarm of drones, redirecting them from nearby patrols over central Prague. They obeyed her commands and peeled south, combining into a stream of jagged metal as they headed for the basilica. Through their wide-lens cameras, she was able to track the P
