Page 403 of Broken Oath

“Direction?” Rook demanded.

“North and east.”

The aircraft’s ramp began rising.

Then headlights appeared beyond the airfield.

Black armored trucks.

Military transports.

Portable floodlights.

Too many vehicles.

Far too many.

They surrounded the runway before the cargo aircraft could move.

The cleanup team had found them.

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Vehicles spread across both ends of the runway.

Black armored trucks.

Military transports.

Portable barricades.

Dozens of armed men.

Maybe more.

Every one of them stood between us and the sky.

The fuel hose remained connected to our aircraft.

Engines idled.

We couldn’t take off.

Not yet.

Shadow Division formed a defensive perimeter around the cargo plane.

The five survivors remained inside with Sarah and Jack.

Madow and Reeves sat under guard near the forward bulkhead.

I stood at the bottom of the ramp with Sniper, Falcon, and Shark.

Cobra crouched behind a stack of cargo pallets.

He kept looking toward the fuel truck.