Chapter Fifty-Six
Damien left Jay sitting in the Concourse A atrium while he crossed the skyway alone. The backpack loaded with radios was on the other side at the security checkpoint. As the only person with vision right now, it was quicker if Damien retrieved the bag himself. Jay had told him he was starting to see spots of color in his vision. Or at least that’s what Damien thought he’d said; he still had to lip-read. In a way, not being able to hear was a blessing right now because, according to Jay, the deafening evacuation alarm was still doing its thing.
The airport was completely empty. The two travelators on each side of the skywalk’s lower walkway were dormant, and the lights above them were toast. He checked the taxiways under the skyway. Airliners of all sizes were berthed at
