But Rook intended to discover who had recommended him for it.
Fathom suddenly stopped typing.
His eyes narrowed.
“What?” Rook asked.
“I found the access record.”
Rook moved closer. “What access record?”
“The final mission package.”
The file appeared on the center screen.
Fathom enlarged the security log.
“Three days before our insertion, someone accessed the complete operation file.”
“One of the seven?”
“No.”
That answer changed the room.
Sniper stepped closer.
“What do you mean, no?”
“The identification field was deleted.”
“Redacted?”
“Deleted.”
Fathom pointed to the timestamp.
“The file was open for forty-two seconds.”
Rook stared at the screen.
Forty-two seconds.
That was all it would have taken to copy the coordinates.
The route.
The timetable.
The extraction point.
Forty-two seconds to condemn nine men to death.
“Can you recover the identification?” Rook asked.
“I’m trying.”
“How long?”