Page 267 of Broken Oath

And someone had just shown us where to find our prey.

“No calls,” I said.

Everyone turned toward me.

My voice was calm.

Cold.

Certain.

“No FBI.”

No one objected.

“No CIA.”

Heads nodded.

“No Navy.”

Sarah’s father met my eyes.

“No government,” I finished.

Every road we followed led back to another powerful man.

Another trusted face.

Another name buried inside classified files.

The people responsible had operated behind badges, medals, and government seals for years.

I wasn’t handing them another chance to warn the mountain.

Fathom looked around the room.

“We’re doing this ourselves.”

Cobra grinned immediately.

Far too quickly.

“That’s my favorite kind of mission.”

Shark groaned. “That’s because you’re insane.”

“That has never been proven.”

“You tried to make explosives out of cleaning supplies before breakfast.”

“I was proving a theory.”

“You destroyed Sam’s coffee machine.”

Cobra’s grin faded.

“That was an unfortunate miscalculation.”