Page 349 of Broken Oath

I barely noticed any of it.

My attention remained fixed on Sarah.

My little sister.

Alive.

Standing inside a mountain in northern Pakistan dressed like an operator and looking ready to kill anyone who stood between her and me.

Not a memory.

Not a dream.

Real.

I had barely found her.

Now she was walking back into danger with Rook.

Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to follow.

Then Sarah looked beyond me.

Her expression changed.

The anger disappeared.

Emotion flooded her face.

“Dad.”

The word struck like a rifle round.

Slowly, I turned.

A man stood at the far end of the transport corridor.

Frozen.

Absolutely frozen.

Jack Parker.

My father.

He looked older.

His hair had turned almost completely gray. A beard covered his jaw, and years of grief had cut deep lines into his face.

But he was still Dad.

For several seconds, no one moved.

No one spoke.

The alarms continued screaming.

Gunfire echoed through the distant tunnels.