Chapter 468: Monday. Heathrow Airport, United Kingdom.

ONE OF THE THINGS Silas hated most about travel was the tedious process of disembarking from an airplane. It was always a time-consuming process with people bumbling along.

Today, however, he was content to sit in his seat holding Ekko's hand.

The trip wasn't over. They weren't out of danger. But they should be in the home stretch now. With any luck, they'd given the DSS operatives the slip. It would take them six to twenty-four hours to pick up their trail. That was more than enough lead time for them to get on a plane headed back to New York City, and from there it really was over.

Paxton stood and glanced over his shoulder. Silas met his gaze and nodded.

It wouldn't make sense for Paxton to wait for them here. They'd meet up in the terminal.

"Silas..."

"Hm?" He turned his head.

Ekko was staring agape at her phone screen.

"What?" He peered over her shoulder.

The headline read, Youth Rioters Killed in Dauria.

The image under the bold words was that of two young people. A boy