Page 220 of Broken Oath

Then resolved into a date.

Forty-eight hours away.

Sarah’s chair scraped backward.

“They’re moving him.”

“Maybe,” Fathom said.

She turned on him.

“The message says transfer him before the extraction.”

“It does.”

“Then they believe someone is coming for that site.”

Rook followed the logic.

Someone planned to breach Black Site Theta.

Warden wanted Wade gone before the attackers arrived.

“Could the Silver Sword be planning the extraction?” he asked.

Sarah looked toward her father’s emblem.

“If any of them are still alive.”

“Would they contact you?”

“They haven’t in years.”

“Maybe they couldn’t.”

Fathom opened the routing data attached to the message.

“I don’t have Theta’s exact coordinates, but I have the region.”

A map filled the screen.

A remote section of northern Canada appeared.

Mountains.

Frozen lakes.

Hundreds of miles of wilderness.

“Can you narrow it?” Rook asked.

“Satellite traffic indicates unusual encrypted communications near three possible locations.”

Three markers appeared.

An abandoned mining settlement.

A decommissioned radar station.