Page 415 of Broken Oath

Wade dropped into a seat.

His breathing was ragged.

His face had gone pale from exhaustion.

But he was smiling.

Cobra sat beside him.

“Still think saving me was a mistake?”

“I’m reconsidering.”

“That’s progress.”

Wade looked around the cargo bay.

His father.

His sister.

His men.

Shadow Division.

Every person alive.

Every witness still free.

His smile softened.

“I’m ready to go home.”

Sarah sat beside him and took his hand.

This time, nothing stood between Wade Parker and the way home.

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WADE

The cargo aircraft climbed through the morning sky.

Behind them, the airfield burned.

Ahead waited twenty-one hours of flight, refueling stops, and cautious route changes before they reached Alaska.

Wade sat strapped into a web seat with Sarah on one side and his father on the other.

For the first time in five years, no steel door stood between him and the people he loved.

He still had trouble believing it.

Every time he closed his eyes, he heard locks engaging.

Boots outside his cell.

The fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. They were never turned off.