Page 161 of Broken Oath

Wood splintered.

Gunfire erupted across the harbor.

Windows shattered.

Bullets struck shipping containers.

Snow exploded beneath the storm of incoming rounds.

Every member of Shadow Division moved instantly.

Training took over.

Weapons rose.

Cover was found.

Targets were hunted.

Rook rolled onto one knee beside the woman.

Her palm still rested against his chest.

His arm remained around her waist.

For one suspended second, gray eyes locked with his.

Then another shot struck the winch.

The moment vanished.

She pulled her hand away and drew her pistol.

Rook raised his rifle.

“Falcon, locate the shooters.”

“Working on it.”

Muzzle flashes appeared along the western ridge.

Falcon fired from the elevated repair platform.

The first flash disappeared.

“One down.”

His calm voice echoed through their radios.

Another muzzle flash appeared.

Then another.

The ridge came alive.

Mercenaries poured fire into the harbor.

“Sniper?” Rook called.