Page 413 of Broken Oath

Barricades collapsed.

The advancing line shattered.

Silence followed.

Absolute silence.

Cobra lowered the detonator.

“It was tactical.”

Wade stared at the burning vehicle.

Then started laughing.

Hard.

The kind of laugh that bent him forward.

The kind that had been locked inside him for years.

Cobra looked pleased.

“I have that effect on people.”

“You nearly launched a truck into an aircraft.”

“But I didn’t.”

“That’s his standard defense,” Shark said.

Fathom’s voice entered the radio.

“One day, we’re going to have a very long conversation about your definition of tactical.”

“Can’t wait.”

The fuel crew disconnected the hose.

“Aircraft ready!” someone shouted.

Rook keyed the radio.

“Fall back!”

Shadow Division moved toward the ramp in coordinated pairs.

Falcon covered Sniper.

Reef covered Shark.

Wade remained beside Cobra.

Rounds struck the runway around them.

“You’re supposed to be inside,” Cobra said.

“So are you.”