Page 116 of Broken Oath

The sound made Rook glance over.

Moments like that were rare now.

The mountain had stolen too much.

Still...

Sometimes the old team surfaced.

Just for a second.

Fathom's voice crackled through the earpiece.

"Thermal confirms twenty-three heat signatures onboard."

Maverick whistled.

"That's a lot of farmers."

More laughter.

Not much.

Just enough.

Then everyone focused on the ship again.

Because nobody had crossed half the world for paperwork.

They came for proof.

Proof Madow was involved.

Proof the conspiracy existed.

Proof six men hadn't died for nothing.

One mile away...

A helicopter skimmed above the ocean.

No lights.

No markings.

Just a shadow moving through darkness.

Inside, Cobra checked his watch again.

Then again.

Then again.

Reef finally looked over.

"If you check it one more time, the mission won't start faster."

Cobra frowned.