Page 429 of Broken Oath

Wade smiled.

“She was always difficult.”

Sam laughed.

“She fits right in.”

Shadow Division began unloading equipment.

Sniper and Falcon escorted Reeves toward the first SUV.

Shark and Reef took Madow toward the second.

Neither prisoner spoke.

Their authority had disappeared.

They were only men in restraints now.

Fathom carried the copied evidence inside a reinforced case secured to his wrist.

Cobra followed him carrying three equipment bags and the tactical calculator.

Rook descended last.

His eyes found me immediately.

For one second, the noise around us disappeared.

He looked exhausted.

Bruised.

Alive.

I wanted to cross the runway and throw my arms around him.

Instead, I stayed beside Wade.

This moment belonged to my brother.

Rook seemed to understand.

He nodded once.

I nodded back.

The survivors were taken to a private medical facility arranged through one of Sam’s trusted contacts.

No official records identified the patients.

No government agency knew where they were.

Shadow Division guarded every entrance.

For forty-eight hours, Wade slept more than he spoke.

Doctors treated dehydration, malnutrition, infections, improperly healed fractures, and years of untreated injuries.