Chapter Twenty-Four
The Spear, Praha 1
Damien braced himself against the rocking of the elevator car and took a moment to check the gear he’d looted.
He had an old steel Czech pistol stuffed in his jeans and he carried a gray modular carbine—a CZ BREN 2 on a sling, with a short eleven-inch barrel and holographic sight. Two spare NATO STANAG magazines loaded with 7.62 rounds were shoved as deep into his hip pockets as he could manage.
He removed the mag from his carbine, thumbed a round out and inspected it. ‘Hollow point,’ he said. ‘I guess the Separatists weren’t expecting their enemies to be wearing much armor.’
‘Hit them in the chest, you can still wind them at the very least,’ Sophia said.
She and Aviary were standing beside him as the elevator carried them deeper into the Spear;
