Gleb stared down the barrels of the Separatists’ weapons.
He’d helped Andrey off the train—just in case the Separatists sent it off somewhere without warning—and concealed him somewhere relatively safe inside the station, then returned with Aviary to the network control center.
Now, hands raised, he was back facing death at the rebels’ hands.
Part of him just wished they’d get it over with.
‘Impressive,’ Marcela said as she approached them. ‘You are still alive. I’m starting to think we should fix that.’
‘If you could delay that for a second, we need to tell you something important,’ Gleb said.
‘Where are your robots?’
‘Shut down,’ Aviary said. ‘We’re just here to talk.’
‘You can talk on the streets, we’ve taken back control of your train. You’re done here.’ Marcela turned to two o
