Page 111 of Broken Oath

Millions of dollars worth of material.

Another image appeared.

A cargo ship.

Then another.

A warehouse.

Then security footage.

Men loading crates into trucks.

Fathom pointed.

"Three months ago."

Nobody interrupted.

Another image appeared.

A financial transfer.

Then another.

Then another.

The same names appeared repeatedly.

The same companies.

The same shell corporations.

The same route.

The same people.

Finally, Fathom tapped one photograph.

Director Alan Madow.

The room grew still.

Rook folded his arms.

"What are you saying?"

A slow smile spread across Fathom's face.

The dangerous kind.

The kind that meant somebody was about to have a very bad day.

"I'm saying I know where the next shipment is."

Silence.

Then Cobra smiled.