Chapter Forty
‘This is a bad idea,’ Aviary said in her earpiece.
Olesya couldn’t argue with that. While the rest of the group left the atrium and made for the safety of the lower levels, she was left alone with the Destiny-class drone.
Not wasting time, she wrapped the drone’s wing with the nylon rope until she was satisfied that it was tightly fastened, then she fixed more of the rope around both sides, attaching the remaining coil beside her with duct tape and tying off the very end with a knot.
‘Xiu to Olesya, are you OK?’
‘So far,’ she said. ‘All Damien has to do is not crash.’
‘Yeah,’ Damien replied on the channel. ‘No pressure.’
Olesya gripped the rope with both hands and jammed her boots in under it, wedging them against the wing and creating taut footholds for herself.
‘Tak
