Page 290 of Broken Oath

“Engines,” he said. “At least six transports. Possibly more.”

“Preparing to move the prisoners,” I said.

“Or kill them somewhere the bodies will never be found,” Sarah’s father replied.

I looked at the clock.

Time was bleeding away.

“Find us a way inside.”

Fathom turned back to his monitors.

“I’m working on it.”

“Work faster.”

Wade

The facility had changed again.

The nervousness was becoming panic.

Wade sat on the edge of his bunk, listening to equipment move through the corridor.

Heavy boots.

Weapons being checked.

Doors opening.

Orders shouted and repeated.

The guards were preparing to empty the prison.

A steel door slammed somewhere beyond his cell.

Voices rose in argument.

The sound carried through the ventilation system.

Wade moved closer to the door.

Information wasn’t freely given inside Black Site Theta.

It had to be stolen.

One fragment at a time.

A voice drifted from the security office.

“The transports leave at zero three hundred.”

Another man answered.

“What about the prisoners who can’t walk?”

A pause followed.