Chapter Twenty-Four
Sophia accelerated toward Aviary … and the shopfront of a florist. Olesya opened the sun roof, stood up and aimed the NetGun high.
At that exact moment, Aviary fell.
Olesya fired. Sophia hit the brakes.
The net bloomed in the sky.
It wrapped over Aviary, its five tiny plates adhering to the wall and, to Sophia’s amazement, holding fast.
Aviary’s forearms came up to protect her face just in time, absorbing some of the impact as she hit the wall.
‘What the s**t just happened?’ Aviary whispered into her throat mike.
‘Nice shot,’ Sophia said.
‘Thank you,’ Olesya said.
‘Can that thing hold her?’ Sophia asked, not taking her eyes off Aviary.
‘Capillary adhesion,’ Olesya said. ‘Those five little plates will stick until I disable the net. And I don’t plan on doing th
