Page 122 of Broken Oath

The enemy believed they controlled the battlefield.

A dangerous smile touched his face.

The same smile he'd worn before breaching doors.

The same smile that usually meant somebody's day was about to get much worse.

"Change of plans."

Every operator focused immediately.

Reef's voice came through the radio.

"What now?"

Rook studied the ship.

Then the approaching boats.

Then the black water between them.

The enemy expected thieves.

Expected saboteurs.

Expected a raid.

Good.

Let them.

"We're not stealing the shipment."

Silence.

Then Cobra.

"What?"

Rook's smile widened.

"We're taking the whole ship."

The radio exploded.

Laughter.

Arguments.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Sniper asked.

Cobra immediately volunteered to blow something up.

Twice.

Rook let them talk.

Because for the first time since the mountain...