Chapter Twelve
Nasira was almost on the operative when the sound of a cracking whip made her duck. The noise echoed off the buildings around her; a finger-sized hole had appeared in the window above Pizza Hut. She hoped it was Jay shooting an operative and not the other way around. Around her, the crowd screamed. Everyone broke formation and pushed outward. Shoulders crashed into her and people changed direction once, twice, three times. They collided with each other, screaming and yelling. Somewhere in there, the operative with the shaved head vanished.
‘I got the east operative in the window,’ Jay said. ‘Son of a b***h took a shot.’
‘We’re moving for the town hall,’ Ark said.
‘Take the shots!’ Sophia yelled in Nasira’s earpiece.
A small group inside the crowd seemed to press togethe
