Chapter Twenty-Nine
Klementinum Complex, Praha 1
Nearby explosions shook the old library. Books trembled on the shelves and crumbled plaster fell from a hand-painted mural of creepy-looking winged babies who carried bows with flaming arrows.
Jay wished he was somewhere else right now.
The operative with the short blond hair and ice-blue eyes was coming for him, circling a large metal globe of the planet, its oceans missing. His pistol had fallen somewhere around there during the last explosion, and the operative was close to retrieving it.
Jay was close to his weapon too. He edged toward it, between antique tables with ornate clocks that rattled inside fancy glass cases.
‘That’s a swarm of bomber drones,’ the operative said. ‘Purity has deployed them against the Separatists.’
‘Your
