Page 213 of Broken Oath

Not injured.

Not restrained.

An escort.

Sarah pointed toward him.

“Who is that?”

Fathom enlarged the image.

The picture became grainier.

The man’s face remained hidden beneath the cap.

“He knew where the camera was,” Falcon said.

Rook agreed.

The stranger had positioned himself so the aircraft and survivors were visible while his own identity remained concealed.

“Silver Sword?” Rook asked.

Sarah studied the photograph.

“Maybe.”

Fathom brought up the aircraft records.

Tail numbers.

Flight logs.

Maintenance history.

Then nothing.

The records ended twenty-four hours after the transfer.

The aircraft ceased to exist inside every government database.

One day, it was active.

The next, it was gone.

Deleted.

Erased.

Sniper leaned forward.

“Who can remove a military aircraft from the system?”

“Someone with extremely high clearance,” Fathom said. “Or someone who controls the people with that clearance.”

Thornton.

Graves.