Sophia led Jay and Nasira out of the basilica and around the winding road, past a shuttered restaurant and a nineteenth-century cemetery. From the twin spires of the basilica, Marcela’s Separatists would have a perfectly elevated view in all directions. That made it somewhat difficult to get the jump on them.
They returned to their stolen Marauder. It was parked on a paved road that was barely wide enough to fit the armored vehicle, flanked by the high brick wall of the cemetery and a strip of healthy, green grass. Beyond that was another old wall. It wouldn’t stop the Marauder.
Sophia hauled herself into the passenger seat. Nasira was already behind the wheel, staring up at the basilica’s jagged spires. She checked her smartwatch. Damien’s pulse was barely there; he wasn’t going to last
