Chapter Fifty-Four
The Jamaican woman stood before Nasira.
Nasira remained still. She could avoid any attack, but she knew as soon as that blade touched the barrier that separated them, explosives on another platform would take Damien’s life.
‘Not even be protecting yourself,’ the woman said. ‘So be it then.’
‘This is my last warning,’ Nasira said, measuring her words out so there was no confusion. ‘Come any f*****g closer and we all die.’
The woman lifted her engraved sword.
Nasira pointed to the motion sensors. ‘Do you see those sensors? Passive infrared. Why else would I be sitting here?’
The woman glanced at the sensors—one on each end, fixed to the mesh ceiling. Finally, she understood. She smiled and focused on Nasira.
‘You be playing tricks on us. Clever girl.’ Her smile fad
