Chapter Thirty-Seven
‘Are we finished?’ Nasira said.
Aviary was transfixed on her computer, or computers, since she had a few of them running. One showed the subway map with live traffic—an easy map to read when there were only two trains in motion. Another screen showed the locations of the newer stock, the ones she had limited remote control over. And the large screen on the high wall showed a grid of security camera angles. Aviary switched them from Second Avenue to Union Square and waited in silence.
‘We finished or what?’ Nasira said.
‘No!’ Aviary said.
Nasira walked over to her. ‘Listen to me, we leave when I say we leave.’
‘OK,’ Aviary said.
‘And I say we leave,’ Nasira said.
‘I can’t leave now,’ Aviary said.
‘You want to escape or you want to be Denton’s next hostage?’ Nas
