“It could also be twenty mercenaries waiting for you to come around that corner.”
I hated that he was right.
Rook signaled Falcon toward the left wall.
Cobra moved right.
We advanced together.
A figure appeared at the far end of the corridor.
Rifle raised.
Rook fired.
The man dropped.
Another mercenary stepped from behind a transport vehicle.
Falcon took him down.
Then Fathom’s voice came through my headset.
“Rook, Sniper has the prisoners.”
I stopped breathing.
“Say that again.”
“Five survivors. Wade is with them.”
Wade.
Alive.
Moving.
Fighting.
My knees nearly buckled.
“Where?”
“Approaching your position from the western stairwell.”
I started toward it.
Rook caught my arm again.
“Together.”
“Rook—”
“Together, Sarah.”
The mountain shook.
Dust fell around us.