Chapter Thirty
Prague Hlavni station, Praha 2
A pair of Separatists grabbed Aviary by her shoulders and shoved her into the corner. Another pair did the same with Gleb.
‘Hey, what are you going to do with us?’ Aviary asked.
‘I haven’t decided yet,’ said the woman running the show.
‘Why don’t you ask your little team who saved their lives out there?’ Aviary said. ‘Then we can talk outcomes.’
The woman turned from studying her papers—print-outs of floor plans sprawled across a control panel—to the team leader who had captured Aviary and Gleb.
He shrugged. ‘It’s true, Marcela,’ he said, his words translating in Aviary’s earpiece. ‘We lost one of our own, but she saved the rest by shutting that drone down.’
Aviary tried to make out what the floor plans were for, but the big text labels
