Page 152 of Broken Oath

It had also given them a new mystery.

The unidentified passenger inside the fourth SUV.

No one had seen the person enter or leave.

The vehicle had remained inside the hangar until the storm knocked out power to the airfield. When the doors reopened, it was gone.

Fathom had searched every road and camera in the surrounding counties.

Nothing.

Someone had managed to disappear from a secured hangar surrounded by Shadow Division.

Rook didn’t like that.

Not at all.

He stood beside the operations wall.

Thornton’s photograph now hung beside the original seven.

Not necessarily the leader.

But no longer an investigator.

A suspect.

Captain Sam Cutter entered carrying two cardboard trays filled with coffee.

He stopped halfway across the floor and surveyed the warehouse.

The laptops.

The maps.

The weapons.

The operators.

Then he shook his head.

“You boys definitely started a war.”

Sniper grabbed a cup.

“Told you.”

Cutter pointed at him.

“I liked you better when you were dead.”

Laughter moved through the warehouse.

Even Rook smiled.

Briefly.

Then Fathom spoke.