Page 323 of Broken Oath

Five years since Wade had seen his entire surviving team face-to-face.

They were older now.

Thinner.

Scarred.

Some barely recognizable.

But alive.

Still alive.

Grant Barrett emerged first.

A scar ran from his temple to his jaw, and his left hand remained curled against his chest from an injury that had never healed properly.

His eyes were as sharp as ever.

Luke Dawson came next, favoring one leg.

Then Eric Hale.

Finally, another prisoner stepped through the last door.

Jackson Cole.

He looked terrible.

Bruised.

Scarred.

Half-starved.

But smiling.

Always smiling.

“Well, damn,” Jackson said.

Wade felt a grin break across his face.

“You look awful.”

Jackson examined him.

“Thought you’d be uglier.”

Grant laughed.

Then Dawson.

The sound moved through the corridor.

Rough.

Disbelieving.