Page 151 of Broken Oath

“More important than a director and a general?” Maverick asked.

Rook studied the closed doors.

“Maybe.”

Shark’s voice entered the channel from Alaska.

“What if Thornton isn’t at the top?”

Nobody answered.

Because it made sense.

Madow might control the shipping network.

Graves might control intelligence.

Thornton might control the investigation.

But someone else could be moving all of them.

Someone powerful enough to enter without being searched.

Someone powerful enough to use generals and directors as pieces on a board.

Rook looked toward the hangar.

“We stay until the last person leaves.”

“Storm is moving toward you,” Fathom warned. “Heavy rain in approximately twenty minutes.”

“Good.”

Bad weather concealed movement.

It also made people careless.

Thunder rolled across the airfield.

Inside the hangar, powerful men believed they were safe.

They had no idea the dead were watching.

13

ROOK

Snow hammered the warehouse windows.

Wind rattled the metal walls.

The storm had swept across the harbor before sunrise and refused to leave.

Inside, Shadow Division worked.

Laptops glowed across the operations room. Maps covered the walls. Weapons lay disassembled on tables.

The surveillance operation in Virginia had given them their first visual proof that Director Madow, Walter Graves, and Major General David Thornton were connected.