Page 112 of Broken Oath

Shark smiled.

Falcon smiled.

Even Sniper leaned forward.

Because everybody knew what that meant.

The first real target.

The first real operation.

The first chance to hit back.

"Can we prove it?" Rook asked.

Fathom nodded.

"Yep."

"Can we stop it?"

Another nod.

"Yep."

The energy inside the warehouse changed instantly.

No more reacting.

No more surviving.

No more chasing ghosts.

Now they were taking the fight to the enemy.

Reef looked toward Rook.

"What's the call, Commander?"

The room fell silent.

Every eye turned toward him.

Waiting.

Trusting.

Following.

Rook's gaze drifted to the memorial table.

Hammer.

Ghost.

Viking.

Tex.