Page 231 of Broken Oath

Sniper looked toward Wade’s photograph.

“Whatever Nightfall is, they’ve spent five years ensuring those four men couldn’t talk about it.”

Rook studied the wording.

“Retain critical knowledge.”

“What are you thinking?” Reef asked.

“If Warden only wanted silence, killing them would have been easier.”

Sarah’s expression tightened.

“So they still need what Wade knows.”

“Or someone inside Warden has used his knowledge as the reason to keep him alive,” Rook said.

The Silver Sword authorization.

The anonymous photographs.

Repeated transfers whenever the facilities became vulnerable.

Someone had fought to preserve the four survivors.

That didn’t mean Warden was benevolent.

It meant opposing factions might be operating inside the same secret network.

“Find every reference to Nightfall,” Rook ordered.

Fathom began searching.

“No results in conventional archives.”

“Use the recovered cargo records.”

“I am.”

Rook looked toward the evidence wall.

Wade’s team.

Marcus Lane.

Thornton.

Graves.

Madow.

Warden.

Black Site Theta.

Project Nightfall.

The conspiracy continued growing.