Page 300 of Scars of Fate

“What do you see?” Adam asked.

“The windows.”

“What about them?”

“There aren’t any.”

“It could be an interior ward.”

“No.” She pointed toward the ceiling. “The ventilation system is portable. The oxygen line runs along the wall instead of inside it, and those beds don’t match the equipment in the evacuation helicopter.”

Hawk enlarged the markings on one of the beds.

“Field facility.”

Ghost moved closer.

“Underground.”

“How do you know?” I asked.

“The walls.” He touched the screen. “Reinforced concrete beneath fresh paint. Kane didn’t send them to a hospital. He sent them to a bunker.”

The anger inside me hardened.

The extraction had been compromised from the beginning.

The medical helicopter.

The orders.

The destination.

Every step had delivered the civilians exactly where Kane wanted them.

“Can you identify it?” Adam asked.

Ghost studied the room.

“Maybe. There are three military medical bunkers in this region. One was abandoned. One was destroyed. The third is beneath Garrison Eighteen.”

“How far?”

“Thirty minutes by air.”

Boone checked his rifle.

“I’ll go.”

“So will I,” Russ said.

Adam looked toward them.

Both men were injured.

Boone could barely put weight on his ankle. Russ had a deep cut along his ribs from the helicopter crash.

Neither cared.