Page 153 of Silent Target

Nothing.

“They’ve jammed every frequency,” Fathom says. “We’re completely isolated.”

A deep boom rolls through the floor.

Dust sifts from the ceiling.

Falcon’s face tightens as he adjusts his injured arm.

“What was that?”

Mac’s attention moves toward the vault.

“Containment charges.”

“They’re going to collapse the bunker?” I ask.

“Not yet. They’re sealing the lower levels so no one can escape when the final charges detonate.”

A timer appears on Fathom’s screen.

Twenty-eight minutes.

Rook looks at the vault. “Can Cobra stop it?”

“I need the control system,” Cobra answers.

“And where is it?”

Fathom points toward the door.

“Inside.”

The final lock releases.

Cold air escapes around the edge of the vault.

The door begins moving inward.

Slowly.

Silently.

Beyond it waits a circular chamber illuminated in red.

Walter Graves stands at its center.

Blood stains the torn shoulder of his suit.

He isn’t alone.

Twelve men in black armor surround him.

Three concentric circles are stamped over their hearts.

Walter smiles at me.

“Come in, Agent Hart.”