Page 119 of Broken Oath

He knew exactly who it belonged to.

The woman.

The ghost.

The mystery that refused to stay buried.

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

Then Sniper broke first.

"Well."

The grin in his voice was obvious.

"She talks."

The woman ignored him completely.

"The ship is a trap."

Her voice remained steady.

No hesitation.

No emotion.

"The shipment is real."

Fathom stared at his monitor.

Completely stunned.

"But they're expecting an attack."

Rook stepped toward the radio.

"Who are you?"

Silence.

Only static answered.

"The cargo contains military assets tied to Madow."

The woman's voice returned.

Still calm.

Still controlled.

"Madow's strike team is already onboard."

Every road led back to Madow.

Every secret.

Every lie.