Page 299 of Broken Oath

“No,” I answered. “It wasn’t.”

Her eyes narrowed.

I waited.

Around us, the warehouse remained silent.

Finally, Sarah released a breath.

“Yes, Commander.”

“Good.”

Her father looked between us.

“I don’t like this.”

Sarah reached for another magazine.

“You weren’t going to like anything except tying me to a chair.”

“I considered it.”

“I know where you sleep.”

Sam grinned.

“Definitely your daughter.”

Twenty-eight minutes later

The cargo aircraft roared down the frozen Alaskan runway.

Snow whipped across the tarmac as the transport climbed into the night.

Inside, Shadow Division sat strapped into web seats along the fuselage.

Rifles rested between boots.

Equipment cases were secured to the deck.

The team had gone quiet.

Not relaxed.

Focused.

We were traveling under a flight plan arranged through one of Sam’s old contacts, a man who asked no questions as long as the cargo didn’t threaten his crew.

Our route would take us across the Pacific, through two refueling stops, and into a remote forward airstrip near the mountains of northern Pakistan.

From there, helicopters would carry us toward Black Site Theta.

It wasn’t a clean plan.

It was the only one we had.

Thousands of miles away, Wade Parker was running out of time.