Chapter Thirty-Eight
Prague Hlavni station, Praha 2
Aviary raced down the escalator.
The train was ready, lights on and engine idling. Aviary used her phone to open the carriage doors, allowing Gleb and Andrey to catch up. They stepped into the carriage after her.
‘How do we drive it?’ Gleb asked, out of breath.
Aviary showed him her phone—pointing to an updated version of the app she used to steal cars. ‘I’m sending you this now. Just choose your destination and the automated controls should do the rest.’
Andrey took his arm off Gleb and walked carefully to a nearby seat. The carriage was empty, except for a bunch of crates stacked at one end—Purity supplies that hadn’t been touched since the Separatists took the station.
He hit his pressel switch. ‘Andrey to Olesya, where are you?
