Page 339 of Broken Oath

“Clear right!”

“Moving!”

Shadow Division flooded into the transport level.

Rook dropped the first mercenary.

Falcon took the second.

Cobra appeared through the smoke and solved a problem at the intersection with another explosion.

As usual.

I barely noticed.

I wasn’t looking for enemies.

I was looking for one man.

Wade.

The corridor stretched ahead.

Steel doors.

Security checkpoints.

Transport bays.

Blood streaked the concrete floor.

My pulse thundered.

Every breath hurt.

Every step felt impossible.

Five years.

Five years of searching.

Five years of dead ends.

Five years of men telling me to accept that my brother was dead.

Now he was somewhere inside this mountain.

Alive.

Close.

A burst of gunfire erupted ahead.

Rook caught the back of my vest before I could run toward it.

“Stay with me.”

“That could be Wade.”