Chapter Twenty-Six
The four-legged killer drones were coming.
Aviary crouched behind a table with her laptop. Gunfire rang out through the workshop.
Nasira was hunkered down beside her. She swapped her magazine for a full one. She never usually looked scared, but her eyes were wide at the sound of the quadrupedal killers clicking nearby.
In Aviary’s earpiece, Damien whispered, ‘Stop the takeoff!’
She risked a glance over the half-wall and saw the first row of Destiny drones taxiing out into the runway. If they made it up into the sky, she would lose her close-range connection to Purity’s secure network. And if she was going to deploy her virus to all of the Destiny drones in Eastern Europe, she needed that connection.
But she had to do something about the Good Boys too. There were st
