Page 395 of Broken Oath

I pushed myself upright and looked at my brother.

“Are you hurt?”

Wade stared at me.

“You nearly went over the ramp.”

“Because you nearly went over the ramp.”

“Because he nearly fell.”

Cobra lifted one hand.

“In my defense⁠—”

Three voices answered at once.

“Shut up, Cobra.”

Silence held for a heartbeat.

Then Jackson began laughing.

Grant joined him.

Dawson laughed from beside Hale’s stretcher.

Even Dad gave up and shook his head.

The sound spread through the cargo bay.

Rough.

Exhausted.

Disbelieving.

Alive.

I looked around the aircraft.

Shadow Division.

Five survivors.

My father.

My brother.

Two captured architects of Project Nightfall.

Everyone who had entered that mountain had made it out.

Wade reached for my hand.

I took it.

He looked toward the small window in the fuselage.