Page 114 of Broken Oath

Because they finally had a target.

And targets could be hit.

Across the city...

A dark parking garage sat nearly empty.

A laptop rested on the hood of a black SUV.

Security footage played across the screen.

The warehouse.

The operators.

Shadow Division.

Coming alive.

The woman watched silently.

Her eyes followed Rook.

Watched the way the others looked at him.

Trusted him.

Followed him.

Not a survivor anymore.

Not simply a Navy SEAL commander.

Something else.

Something dangerous.

A hunter.

The corner of her mouth lifted.

Barely.

Almost invisible.

But there.

She closed the laptop.

Picked up her rifle.

Slung it over one shoulder.

Then looked toward the city lights.

Toward the men who thought they were hunting alone.

"About time."