Chapter Nine
Aviary leaned on the table and watched the map closely. Damien peered over her shoulder, close enough for her to catch the scent of his shampoo and realize it was the same as her own.
‘Aviary,’ Damien said, ‘can you—’
‘Already on it.’ Aviary pulled up a tracking map for the Polish Ministry of National Defense. ‘They have … GROM?’
Damien nodded. ‘Polish special forces soldiers.’
‘Yeah, that,’ she said. ‘Are they in the Fifth Column’s pocket?’
‘Technically they’re now Purity controlled, but still influenced by the Fifth Column,’ Damien said. ‘Where are they positioned?’
‘Just south of us. Three squads on standby.’
Damien exhaled slowly. ‘Could be worse, I guess. We’ll have to keep a close eye.’
Aviary noticed a cluster of four more squads around two train stations in th
