Page 373 of Broken Oath

Checking.

Confirming.

Making certain the mountain hadn’t taken him back.

Wade noticed.

He pretended not to.

Across from them, Grant Barrett leaned against the bulkhead with his eyes closed. Luke Dawson checked Eric Hale’s injuries while Jackson Cole stared through the open side door.

Five men rescued.

Five witnesses recovered.

Two architects of Project Nightfall captured.

The secure drive inside my vest.

It should have felt like victory.

It didn’t.

Not yet.

Fathom worked beside the communications console.

His screen filled with copied files from Black Site Theta.

Personnel records.

Financial ledgers.

Transportation orders.

Interrogation reports.

He had pulled everything he could before the facility disappeared.

Cobra leaned toward him.

“Tell me you saved the good stuff.”

“I saved what matters.”

“Explosive schematics?”

“No.”

Cobra looked wounded.

“You have no appreciation for history.”

I almost smiled.

Then Sam Cutter’s voice broke through the radio.

“Rook.”