Page 49 of Silent Target

“Stay against the trunk,” I tell Evie.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere yet.”

I remove a compact mirror from my kit and angle it beyond the tree.

No movement.

The shooter will change positions after two shots.

If he’s as good as I think he is, he’s already gone.

My radio crackles.

“Sniper.”

Rook.

“I’m here.”

“We have company.”

“I noticed.”

“Cobra and I are twenty minutes out. Fathom is trying to get eyes on the compound.”

“Twenty is too long.”

“I know.”

A pause.

Then Rook says, “Mac is inside.”

“I saw him.”

“We’re hitting the compound.”

“No.”

Silence answers me.

Then Rook speaks again. “What?”

“It’s exactly what Graves expects.”

“You have another idea?”

I look through the trees toward the facility.

Dozens of operators protect one prisoner.

Snipers cover the mountain.

Walter Graves walked into the compound knowing Shadow Division would come for Mac.

But the security isn’t positioned to keep us out.