Page 305 of Broken Oath

“Director Madow wants them ready.”

Another voice answered.

“We still have six hours.”

A pause.

“Not anymore.”

Silence followed.

Heavy silence.

The kind that made Wade’s instincts scream.

The timeline had changed.

That was never good.

He slid his hand beneath the mattress and wrapped his fingers around the metal bolt he had hidden there.

It wasn’t much.

But it had a sharp edge.

And at close range, anything could become a weapon.

The bolt felt cold in his palm.

Wade closed his eyes and pictured the corridor.

Distance from his cell to the first security door.

Number of guards stationed at the intersection.

Location of the freight elevator.

The young guard who carried his sidearm too far forward on his hip.

The older guard whose right knee had never healed properly.

He had spent five years memorizing Black Site Theta.

Tonight, he would finally use what he had learned.

The helicopter flew low through the mountains.

Its engines strained as the pilot followed the dark valleys, using towering ridgelines to hide their approach.

Snow streaked past the open side door.

Inside, red cabin lights washed over weapons, body armor, and faces hardened by purpose.

Sarah sat strapped into her seat.

A photograph rested in her gloved hands.

Wade.