Chapter Fifty
Sophia checked her phone. She’d tried to call Nasira but it didn’t ring. She called Aviary but hers didn’t ring either. She hoped they were just out of range. A new camera feed had appeared, showing a bar of some sort. It was empty. She swiped to another feed and found the Main Concourse inside Grand Central terminal. It was empty. Good.
‘Which way?’ DC yelled. ‘East side?’
She switched back to the map to check for operatives. They were all behind her, although one pair was close.
‘Scratch that.’ DC swerved, taking a sharp left into a narrow road.
‘Here!’ Czarina yelled. ‘Here!’
Sophia looked over to see the MetLife lobby on their left. DC lurched to a stop. Sophia collected her ruck—the meteorite inside—and slipped it over her shoulders. She pulled on the straps, press
