Page 402 of Broken Oath

Rook remained suspicious.

That was probably why he was still alive.

Shadow Division deployed before the rear ramp touched the ground.

Falcon and Reef secured the hangar.

Sniper moved toward the fuel truck with Shark.

Cobra circled the aircraft, studying everything with far too much interest.

Fathom connected to a portable satellite terminal.

Wade remained near the open ramp with Sarah and Jack.

The morning air touched his face.

He breathed deeply.

Dust.

Fuel.

Cold grass.

The world.

Sarah watched him.

“You okay?”

“I can smell the air.”

She smiled.

“It isn’t particularly good air.”

“It’s perfect.”

The refueling crew connected the hose.

Rook checked his watch.

“How long?”

The crew chief answered.

“Twenty minutes.”

Rook didn’t like that.

Neither did Wade.

Ten minutes into the refueling, Fathom looked up sharply.

“Vehicles approaching.”

Every weapon came up.