Page 237 of Broken Oath

Half sob.

The interviewer tried again.

“State your designation.”

Wade leaned back.

“Still go to hell.”

Rook almost smiled.

Wade was bruised.

Exhausted.

Imprisoned.

Not broken.

The distorted voice changed tactics.

“Sunset Protocol has been reactivated.”

Every trace of humor left Wade’s face.

Sarah moved closer to the screen.

“By whom?” Wade asked.

“That is not your concern.”

“It became my concern five years ago.”

“You will provide the remaining Nightfall access sequence.”

“No.”

“The extraction event is approaching.”

Wade’s expression hardened.

“If they’re coming, you should start running.”

“Who?”

For the first time, Wade smiled.

It wasn’t a pleasant smile.

“The people you failed to bury.”

The recording ended.

The monitor went black.

Nobody spoke.

Rook stared at his reflection on the screen.