Page 109 of Broken Oath

Built like a tank.

Scarred knuckles.

Permanent bad attitude.

The kind of man who looked annoyed simply because oxygen existed.

Cobra didn't greet anybody.

Didn't shake hands.

Didn't say hello.

He walked straight to the memorial table.

The warehouse grew quiet.

His hand settled on Hammer's challenge coin.

He turned it over once.

Twice.

Studied the photograph beside it.

The giant SEAL never said a word.

But Rook saw it.

The grief.

The anger.

The promise.

Finally, Cobra placed the coin back exactly where he'd found it.

Then he looked at Rook.

"Tell me we found them."

"Not yet."

Cobra nodded once.

Dragged a chair backward.

The metal screeched across concrete.

Then he sat.

"Good."

Everyone looked at him.

A slow smile crossed Cobra's face.

Not a pleasant smile.