Chapter Seventeen
‘Roadblock,’ Sophia said.
Marina slowed down at a small bridge, behind a line of four vehicles. On the other side, there was an intersection blocked with an armored Marauder and a cluster of Purity Guard in white riot armor. They had intercepted traffic on the bridge and were diverting it south, away from Vilnius University.
That isn’t a good sign, Sophia thought. Marina’s ruck was between her legs, their weapons and magazines inside. She suspected they’d need them soon enough.
One by one, the vehicles ahead of them peeled off to the left, away from the city center.
Sophia tuned into Olesya’s channel, but it was quiet. Everyone was listening to Jay’s open microphone. There was little sound from it, except distant footsteps. No one had spoken for a while, but Jay’s he
