Page 253 of Scars of Fate

The uniform didn’t merely contain mistakes.

It didn’t fit.

The sleeves were too long.

The shoulders too broad.

It had been taken from someone else.

The real Colonel Demir.

Ghost’s contact.

“Where is he?” Ghost demanded.

The officer smiled.

“Inside.”

Ghost’s face revealed nothing.

But something changed in his eyes.

Fear.

We were forced toward the larger hangar.

Lucas walked beside me.

Our shoulders touched.

I brushed my bound fingers against his.

Once.

He looked at me.

I nodded toward the officer’s belt.

A key card hung beside his holster.

The pouch containing Lucas’s tag was secured above it.

Lucas saw both.

Then looked toward the hangar.

Not yet.

I understood.

Wait.

Trust.

Together.

The hangar doors opened.