Chapter Fifteen
Olesya’s yells distorted through Czarina’s earpiece.
Czarina checked her rifle scope. From the small window in the restaurant attic where she was holed up with Ieva, she had an unrestricted view of the entire west strip, from the Purity supporters as they fled for the police cordons, through to the western face of the town hall.
‘What do you see?’ Ieva asked.
‘Olesya’s down,’ Czarina said. ‘Some sort of net.’
‘I see it,’ Ieva said, turning her own binoculars on the sight. ‘Operative to the right. He’s going to kill both of them.’
Far below, Nika was getting to her feet. She sidestepped a kick from the operative.
‘I’m going over there,’ Ieva said, a cylindrical weapon in one hand.
‘You’re going over there with what? A pistol and that useless Ejaculator gun?’ Czarina
