Page 10 of Broken Oath

For them.

The realization struck Rook like a punch to the chest.

This wasn’t a target.

It was a trap.

This wasn’t a mission.

It was an execution.

Fathom’s voice came out barely above a whisper.

“They knew.”

Nobody spoke.

Landing coordinates.

Insertion time.

Call signs.

Approach route.

Extraction route.

Someone had given the enemy everything.

Farid Rahman wasn’t hiding inside that compound.

Farid Rahman was bait.

The enemy hadn’t guessed.

They hadn’t gotten lucky.

They had known.

Every detail.

Every movement.

Every secret.

Someone had sold them out.

A red laser appeared on Hammer’s chest.

For one frozen heartbeat, nobody moved.

Rook saw it.

Hammer saw it.

The entire team saw it.

The first shot cracked through the darkness.