Page 329 of Broken Oath

Deadly.

Not guards.

Not mercenaries.

Operators.

Wade went still.

A grin spread across his face.

The first real grin he had worn in five years.

He looked at the men beside him.

His brothers.

His team.

“They’re here.”

Silence held for one heartbeat.

Then, twenty years of training and five years of fury came alive inside every man in that corridor.

Grant checked the rifle he had taken.

Jackson pulled a sidearm from a fallen guard.

Dawson helped Hale fasten a vest over his prison clothes.

Wade looked toward the sound of approaching gunfire.

The cavalry had finally arrived.

But Wade Parker and his men weren’t waiting to be rescued.

They were fighting their way out.

38

WADE

The mountain shook again.

Dust rained from the ceiling.

A crack split the concrete wall behind Wade as alarms screamed through the transport corridor.

Red emergency lights flashed.

The guards were shouting now.

Not barking orders.

Not threatening prisoners.

Shouting.