Page 401 of Broken Oath

Sniper laughed.

“I warned you. Two most stubborn men alive.”

Rook removed a sidearm from his vest.

He checked it and handed it to Wade.

“Last resort.”

“Of course.”

“That means you stay on the aircraft unless we need you.”

“Absolutely.”

Rook narrowed his eyes.

“That sounded suspiciously easy.”

Wade secured the weapon.

“I’m weak, not stupid.”

Jackson snorted.

“That is open to debate.”

The aircraft began descending.

Through the small window, Wade saw endless grasslands, low mountains, and morning light stretching across a world he had almost forgotten.

Freedom remained strange.

Fragile.

Dangerous.

He looked at Sarah.

Then his father.

Then the four men who had survived beside him.

Nightfall had already stolen five years.

Wade wasn’t giving it another minute.

The cargo aircraft landed on a narrow runway surrounded by empty plains.

A fuel truck waited beside a weathered hangar.

Nothing else moved.

No military vehicles.

No guards.

No welcoming committee.