Chapter Seven
Hélio was busy at work in the purpose-built laboratory Olesya had authorized for him. Earphones in both ears, he was hunched over a contraption that reminded Jay of a waffle iron, only thicker and with more dials, and had no idea Jay and Olesya had entered the room.
Jay put the case down on the bench, next to the waffle iron.
Hélio spun to face them, pulled an earphone out.
Jay cleared this throat. ‘E aí?’ What’s up?
‘Right. Um, I’ve made some progress on the kill switch.’ He gestured to what looked like a fishing-tackle box on another benchtop.
Olesya toggled her pressel switch and spoke over the radio. ‘Sophia? We need you, Damien and Aviary in the lab.’
Sophia took a second to respond. ‘On our way.’
Olesya opened Jay’s carry case. ‘Do you recognize these?’
Jay, wh
