Chapter Forty-Six
Charles Bridge, Praha 1
Hal holstered his pistol. ‘Weapons down.’
His Blue Berets lowered their carbines.
Azov advanced across the cobblestone courtyard with their Purity Guard counterparts, passing the first Marauder.
Their sergeant gestured to the second vehicle. ‘The keys. Now.’
Hal wasn’t in a position to deny them. He nodded to the driver, who reluctantly climbed out and said, ‘They’re on the seat.’
A pair of regular Purity Guard climbed inside. One started the engine while the other locked the rear hatch. Once they were satisfied, the driver lowered his window and called to the Azov sergeant.
‘Eight terrorists inside, all sedated.’
‘Take them to the castle,’ the Azov sergeant said.
Purity’s new headquarters.
But then she seemed to change her mind. ‘Wait.’
