Page 170 of Broken Oath

Not behind him.

Beside him.

Exactly where an operator would position herself.

“Marcus is moving,” Sniper reported.

“Direction?”

“Northwest along the ridge. Two guards with him.”

Rook touched Sarah’s shoulder.

“Stay with me.”

She gave him a look.

Not annoyed.

Offended.

Another round struck the container above them.

Sarah leaned around the edge and fired twice.

Two distant figures collapsed into the snow.

She returned to cover.

Rook blinked.

“Or don’t.”

For the first time, the corner of her mouth twitched.

Not quite a smile.

Close.

“Six hostiles advancing from the east,” Falcon warned.

Rook pivoted.

The attackers moved between stacked equipment and shipping containers.

Fast.

Disciplined.

Using cover.

Professionals.

“Reef, Maverick, intercept.”

“Moving,” Reef answered.

Shadow Division opened fire.