Page 409 of Broken Oath

Concrete shattered.

Rook grabbed Madow and pulled him behind the armored loader positioned near the ramp.

The director hit the ground hard.

Good.

Cobra approved of that part.

“Contact front!” Shark shouted.

Shadow Division returned fire.

Precise.

Controlled.

Devastating.

Falcon dropped the first shooter.

Reef took another.

Sniper eliminated a third from a distance that would have impressed almost anyone who wasn’t busy being shot at.

Cobra barely noticed.

His attention remained on the fuel truck.

The wonderfully flammable fuel truck.

Now surrounded by hostile soldiers.

Shark saw him looking.

“Oh no.”

Cobra pointed.

“Now it’s tactical.”

“You say that every time.”

“Because it’s usually true.”

“It’s never true.”

“That’s hurtful.”

Another burst of gunfire struck the pallets.

Cobra ducked.

The enemy commander moved behind an armored vehicle, shouting orders.

His men began advancing toward the aircraft.

Not to capture Madow.