Page 408 of Broken Oath

His face went white.

The stranger lowered his radio.

Then raised one arm and pointed toward the open ramp.

“Kill Madow.”

Every weapon on our side came up.

Madow surged to his feet despite his restraints.

“No!”

The stranger dropped his arm.

The runway exploded.

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COBRA

The fuel truck was definitely flammable.

Cobra had spent enough years blowing things up to recognize the signs.

Large fuel tank.

Poor positioning.

Multiple armed men using it as cover.

It was practically begging for attention.

Unfortunately, Rook kept noticing whenever Cobra looked at it.

“Stop staring at the truck.”

Cobra immediately looked away.

“I wasn’t.”

“You absolutely were.”

Falcon dropped behind the cargo pallets beside him.

“He’s calculating something.”

“I’m always calculating something.”

“That isn’t reassuring.”

“No,” Shark agreed. “It really isn’t.”

Gunfire tore across the runway.

Rounds struck the cargo aircraft.

Metal sparked.