Chapter Fifty-Three
The tiny red dot on the sensor winked out.
Fraction by fraction, Aviary withdrew one hand. And then the other. She knew if she f****d this up, both Jay and Nasira would die. And then Nasira would probably haunt her as a ghost to remind her eternally that she wasn’t an operative and should’ve stayed away.
Sweat ran down her nose. She moved her remaining hand through the barrier and then slowly started her retreat.
One sensor down, one more to go.
She retreated, pushed herself off the carriage roof and landed back on the platform. Her entire face itched with sweat. She wiped it all away with the back of her hand.
‘Quickly!’ Damien said.
‘Going as fast as I can,’ she said.
She shoved the multitool in her jeans pocket and jumped onto the other train. She clung to th
