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“Not only Wade?”

“Every prisoner still alive inside that facility,” I said. “Every operator the world was told to forget.”

Something in her expression changed.

For a moment, she wasn’t the mysterious hunter who had appeared on Sam Cutter’s cargo ship.

She wasn’t the woman who had fought mercenaries on an Alaskan street or dragged secrets out of men more powerful than either of us.

She was a sister who wanted her brother back.

“You mean that,” she whispered.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

The storm hammered the warehouse.

The mountain glowed on the screen.

Waiting.

Watching.

Daring us to come.

Five years ago, the men behind Project Nightfall had buried Wade Parker alive.

Then they sent Shadow Division into an ambush and left six of my brothers dead in the snow.

They believed the mountain had kept their secrets.

They believed the survivors were too broken to come looking.

They were wrong.

Shadow Division was coming.

And this time, the mountain would remember us.

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WADE

The lights never went out.

Not once in five years.

The fluorescent bulbs buzzed overhead through every hour of every day.

Morning.

Night.

Winter.

Summer.

It didn’t matter.