Chapter Forty-One
The drone plunged downward to the Spear, windows rushing up to meet her. Olesya braced for impact just as the drone’s belly hit the glass. It bounced, the rope holding Sophia going slack.
‘The phone battery’s dead!’ Damien yelled. ‘I lost control.’
‘Give me … someone else’s phone, quick,’ Aviary said in a feeble voice.
Olesya barely managed to keep her grip and stay on top of the drone’s wing as it ricocheted off the building.
‘s**t. s**t. s**t,’ Aviary said. ‘I don’t have control yet.’
‘Get control!’ Damien yelled.
‘I’m trying!’ Aviary yelled back.
Behind Olesya, Sophia was climbing out of the fissure, which was widening and crumbling around her with every second. The rope whistled through Sophia’s carabiner, no tension to pull her along. She planted both feet on
