Chapter Eighteen
Outskirts of Prague, Czech Republic
‘He’s entering the train yard,’ Nasira said in Sophia’s earpiece.
Sophia stepped inside the hangar, closely followed by Damien and Jay. There was no need to conceal here; they ran their Glocks outside, on their rigger’s belts. But that didn’t comfort Sophia much.
The hangar roof was slanted, fragments of it peeled away to reveal the noon sun. Below it, old Polish trains rusted and faded to peppermint green and lavender. Foliage crept in, weaving through windows and popping through cracks in the concrete.
Nasira had hidden herself inside the second story of a disused building, watching through a large gap in the roof. She was covering them from there with a Russian carbine, a parting gift from Marina that Olesya likely didn’t know ab
