Page 251 of Broken Oath

“Wade tried to tell us,” Sarah whispered.

Rook looked at her.

She pointed toward the interview footage.

“His wording. The people you failed to bury. Not my team. Not the four of us. People.”

Fathom searched the Theta occupancy records.

Most names had been erased.

Classification numbers remained.

Thirty-seven active designations.

Reef stared at the screen.

“There are thirty-seven prisoners inside that facility?”

“At least,” Henry answered.

“Who are they?”

“Operatives. Intelligence officers. Scientists. Witnesses. Anyone who became dangerous to the people controlling Warden.”

Rook understood the scale of the decision.

Their aircraft and vehicles had been arranged for four survivors.

Not thirty-seven prisoners.

They didn’t have enough transportation, medical support, or personnel to extract everyone.

But leaving the others behind wasn’t an option.

Not after learning what Warden would do once the alarm sounded.

“We need more aircraft,” Rook said.

Cutter picked up his phone.

“I’ll make calls.”

“Quietly.”

“I know how this works.”

Henry shook his head.

“Additional aircraft increase exposure.”

“So does leaving thirty-three people inside a facility scheduled to burn.”

Henry studied Rook.

Then slowly nodded.

“You’re right.”