Chapter Twenty-Five
Nasira kept Aviary in the shadows of the tunnel while she crouched at the edge. She watched the platform.
The platform had columns covered in square white tiles, and the number 42 was emblazoned on each. There were no trains at the platform. Nasira and Aviary had been there for almost ten minutes and there was no movement, no patrols. DC was right: Denton’s soldiers would just rely on the security cameras.
It was empty, silent. A single row of fluorescent tubes lit the platform. There was really nowhere to hide. Nasira had left her carbine beside Aviary. It couldn’t fire with her fingerprints so she stuck with what she had, a Glock 19 pistol she’d taken from the cops in Time Square.
Nasira turned to Aviary. ‘Signal?’
Aviary shook her head. ‘Nearest wifi is the Appl
