Chapter Thirty-One
‘Close the f*****g door!’ Nasira yelled.
‘I’m trying!’ Aviary screamed back.
Nasira kept her pistol trained on the doorway to the MTA’s Operations Control Center. The big stupid metal door remained open and the only way to close it was remotely. Or electronically. Or Aviary-ly. And Nasira didn’t like that.
She could hear gunfire somewhere in the terminal and that was usually a good sign to get out of here. Not stay put in one place with no other means of escape and be a f*****g i***t. But Aviary had a bright idea, which Nasira quickly realized was evolving into a suicide attempt.
Hunched over a computer in the center of the very long, expansive control center, Aviary worked a computer mouse and made a whole bunch of things jitter across a large screen on the wall. W
