Page 304 of Broken Oath

Three knocks back.

A signal.

A language.

A reminder.

Still here.

Still alive.

The response came from the next cell.

Then another farther down.

Then another.

Grant Barrett.

Jackson Cole.

Luke Dawson.

Eric Hale.

His men.

Scattered.

Separated.

Buried beneath a mountain.

But still fighting.

Still surviving.

Still refusing to break.

Five years.

Not one of them had given Project Nightfall what it wanted.

Not one had betrayed the team.

Pride warmed Wade’s chest.

Briefly.

Pride wouldn’t save them.

But it reminded him what kind of men would be standing beside him when the doors opened.

A steel door slammed somewhere down the corridor.

Raised voices followed.

Wade stood and moved closer to the observation slot.