Chapter Fifty-One
Damien peered through the back window, fogged from Jay’s heavy breathing, at the approaching airport. They passed a thirty-foot horse statue rearing into the night. It had glowing red diode eyes and black veins that ran thickly across its fiberglass body.
‘Demon horse,’ Jay said. ‘Cool.’
‘We’re not even there yet and this place is creeping me out,’ Damien said.
‘Where are the other three horses of the apocalypse?’ Jay asked.
‘The artist who made that died in an accident while working on it,’ Aviary said from the front passenger seat.
‘Thanks,’ Damien said. ‘I feel much better.’
They passed another thirty-foot-tall sculpture, this one a concrete rendering of Anubis, the god of death and the afterlife.
‘I thought they were trying to be subtle with the OpCenter,’ Gra
