Page 108 of Broken Oath

Inside, seven dead men prepared to hunt for the truth.

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ROOK

The warehouse sounded different.

For months, it had been quiet.

Too quiet.

The kind of quiet that settled over graveyards.

Now engines echoed through the building.

There was a separate area for their living arrangements.

Boots crossed concrete.

Voices drifted through the shadows.

The old warehouse was waking up.

Rook stood beside the memorial table.

Six photographs.

Six challenge coins.

The work light hanging overhead cast long shadows across the faces.

Hammer.

Ghost.

Viking.

Tex.

Ridge.

Bishop.

Two hours later...

Another engine echoed through the warehouse.

Nobody reached for a weapon this time.

Everybody knew who it was.

The truck stopped.

The driver's door opened.

Heavy boots struck concrete.

Charlie "Cobra" Kingston stepped into the light.