Chapter Twenty-Five
Beneath the Klementinum Complex, Praha 1
Sophia raised her hands.
She made no sudden movements.
Both soldiers aimed their carbines at her. One of them barked an order through the steel-mesh window to the observation room, and more men entered the interview room on DC’s side to retrieve him.
In Sophia’s ear, Nasira said, ‘You guys got company. Looks like Azov Squadron.’
‘I seen ’em,’ Jay said. ‘They’re coming in the courtyard behind us. You guys gotta move.’
I’m working on it, Sophia thought.
‘Turn around,’ said one of the soldiers.
She did as instructed, turning to see through the one-way glass as DC was escorted out of the interview room. He offered no obvious resistance, but made them work hard to haul him, the job made harder by the added weights on his ankl
