Page 289 of Broken Oath

“Reeves commanded Wade’s team.”

Her father stared at the photograph.

“He recruited him.”

Something painful moved through the older man’s face.

“Reeves came to our house. Ate dinner at our table. Told me Wade was one of the finest operators he had ever trained.”

His hands curled into fists.

“He stood beside Sarah at Wade’s memorial service.”

Sarah went pale.

“He gave me the flag.”

No one moved.

Reeves hadn’t simply betrayed Wade on a mission.

He had looked into the eyes of Wade’s family and helped them bury an empty coffin while Wade was being tortured inside a mountain.

“I want him alive,” Sarah said.

The quietness of her voice made the threat more dangerous.

Sniper looked at her.

“So do I.”

Her father’s eyes never left Reeves’s photograph.

“Wade trusted him.”

I understood what that meant.

A commander knew his team’s strengths.

Their weaknesses.

Their routines.

He knew how they moved, how they fought, and what they would risk their lives to protect.

If Reeves had designed the operation that captured Wade’s team, he had known exactly how to draw them into the trap.

Marcus Lane had done the same thing to Shadow Division.

The ambushes weren’t merely similar.

They had come from the same playbook.

Fathom pulled up a series of current thermal scans.

“I found another problem.”

The latest image showed heat gathering inside the facility’s vehicle tunnel.