Chapter Forty-Eight
‘Move!’ DC yelled.
Sophia ran across East 49th, weaved between a pot plant and a boom gate, and sprinted through the narrow alleyway toward DC. Hurricane Isaias roared above them, tearing into her with torrents of wind and rain. She was in the center of Hell and her vision was still clouded from the residual CS gas in the Astoria. On the upside, the hard rain helped wash it away.
She’d moved quickly, covered her face, and snatched the meteorite out of the ruck while Denton and the Commander were busy fighting. The meteorite was now crammed into her ruck with her own things. She wasn’t sure how the trace materials on the meteorite allowed Denton to track it, but she made a mental note to scrub her ruck and herself as soon as this was over.
She checked over her should
