Chapter Nineteen
Ten meters in front of Sophia stood two GROM soldiers, their backs to her. On her right, the mezzanine gave way to a lower level of office partitions, and on her left were tall windows that overlooked the market square, now mostly empty as the Purity supporters clogged the police cordons.
‘Aviary to Sophia. I think we have a problem.’
Yeah, and I’m solving it.
She fired twice into each soldier, avoiding their armor and striking their necks. They fell, and she kicked their weapons clear. Pressing forward, she spotted Olesya on the ground ahead … and someone standing over her.
Wearing a hooded coat—different clothing to the operative Sophia had chased in here—and at a distance, the figure couldn’t be identified beyond slender, and perhaps female. The figure seemed to be
