Chapter Fifty-Four
The tiny propellers that decorated the tunnel wall started to buzz excitedly with blue fluorescence as Damien jogged past, Jay a few paces behind. They’d crossed halfway from Concourse B to A, dodging the trains Grace had shut down. Somewhere ahead of them, the intruders were approaching. They needed to first identify them and then try to stop or delay them.
Damien stopped suddenly. He could hear something ahead. Something scratching, or scraping, he couldn’t be sure.
‘You hear that?’ he asked.
Jay pulled up beside him and cast a glance ahead into the darkness. ‘Oh,’ he said. ‘Oh, that’s not good.’
Damien remembered Jay could see things he couldn’t. ‘SWAT?’ he asked.
Jay shook his head. ‘Liberators.’
Remotely controlled by a military operator, the Liberator was a
