Rook recognized it.
“The cargo ship.”
Fathom nodded. “Fourteen members of Madow’s strike team received payments through Aegis.”
“The truck bomb?” Sniper asked.
“The sedan used outside the diner was leased by a subsidiary connected to them.”
Reef leaned over the table.
“So the same company supplied the mercenaries aboard the ship and the men sent to kill Rook.”
“Yes.”
“What was the payment for?” Rook asked.
Fathom opened the original transfer.
The description consisted of four words.
MOUNTAIN SECURITY CONSULTATION FEE
No one moved.
Six men had died on that mountain.
Three days later, someone had paid a private military company for a security consultation.
Cobra’s voice became dangerously quiet.
“Tell me we have an address.”
“Several.”
“Pick one.”
Fathom ignored him and opened a collection of corporate flight plans.
“Aegis executives are meeting tomorrow night at a private airfield outside Leesburg, Virginia.”
“With who?”
“That isn’t listed.”
Rook studied the airfield photographs.
Three hangars.
Two runways.
Private security.
No commercial passengers.
The kind of place powerful people used when they didn’t want their movements recorded.
“Could be a routine meeting,” Falcon said.