Chapter Thirty-Three
The train raced on. Through its windows, gray apartment blocks smeared past, their windows spiked with satellites and potted plants, their walls scrawled in faded pink graffiti.
We’ve bought ourselves some time, Olesya thought.
She held down her pressel switch. ‘Olesya to Aviary. Nice work.’
‘Thanks! Are you guys OK?’
‘For now,’ Olesya said. ‘Can you confirm the transceiver on that rooftop is destroyed?’
Aviary spoke in her ear. ‘Confirmed, no one is controlling the train. My guess is it has a preset journey that someone programmed in.’
‘Can you override it?’
‘No, but I’m looking for a way around it,’ Aviary said. ‘Maybe get the train to stop for you.’
‘Copy that,’ Olesya said.
Beside Olesya, Sophia peeled off her ten-liter ruck and leather jacket. Sweat matt
