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One word.

Cold.

Simple.

Final.

“Move.”

Shadow Division disappeared into the storm.

And deep beneath the mountain, the prisoners prepared for war.

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ALAN MADOW

The mountain trembled beneath the storm.

Snow hammered the reinforced observation windows.

Wind screamed across the ridgeline.

Director Alan Madow stood inside the command center and watched the darkness.

A dozen monitors filled the wall in front of him.

Security feeds.

Perimeter cameras.

Thermal sensors.

Motion detectors.

Every entrance to Black Site Theta had been under constant surveillance for years.

Exactly as it should be.

Control.

Everything was about control.

Madow had spent decades mastering it.

He hadn’t built his career by being the loudest man in a room.

He had built it by knowing which men could be bought, which could be frightened, and which had to disappear.

Wade Parker should have disappeared five years ago.

Taking the SEAL team alive had been Colonel Reeves’s decision. Reeves believed the prisoners possessed information too valuable to lose.

Madow had allowed the interrogations to continue.

For five years, the prisoners had given them nothing.

Then Marcus Lane failed to eliminate Shadow Division.