Page 317 of Broken Oath

Floodlights.

Enough security to protect a small army.

Not enough to stop mine.

Sarah settled beside me.

Falcon took position on her left.

The rest of Shadow Division spread across the ridgeline.

Invisible.

Patient.

Hunting.

I touched my headset.

“Status.”

The answers came one by one.

“Falcon set.”

“Sniper at maintenance access.”

“Shark ready.”

“Reef ready.”

Then Cobra’s voice.

“Trying very hard not to blow anything up.”

A pause.

“No promises.”

Even at the edge of hell, Cobra was still Cobra.

Fathom’s voice followed.

“I found the transport route.”

I shifted my attention toward the eastern side of the mountain.

“What do you have?”

“Prisoner convoy exits through the lower vehicle tunnel. Three armored transports and six escort vehicles.”

Keys clicked through the transmission.

“The first transport is moving into position now.”

Sarah went still beside me.

“How long?” I asked.