Page 286 of Broken Oath

Grant’s answer came immediately.

“You have a plan?”

“Not yet.”

“That’s reassuring.”

Wade leaned closer to the vent.

“They’ll have to open our doors to move us. That might be the only chance we get.”

“And if Shadow Division doesn’t arrive in time?”

Wade looked at the steel door.

“Then we start the war without them.”

33

ROOK

The mountain covered the wall of the operations room.

Satellite images.

Thermal scans.

Elevation maps.

Tunnel systems.

Everything Shadow Division had gathered in less than twelve hours.

It wasn’t enough.

I knew it.

Everyone did.

But we didn’t have the luxury of waiting.

Every hour we lost gave Director Alan Madow and the men above Marcus Lane another chance to make Wade Parker disappear.

The room hummed with activity.

Fathom worked across three monitors, building a three-dimensional map of the facility from fragmented heat signatures and geological surveys.

Falcon studied approach routes and wind conditions.

Sniper compared historical reconnaissance photographs.

Shark packed medical supplies.

Cobra drew red circles around objects he wanted to destroy.

Far too many objects.

I stopped behind him.