Fallen Wall

Elias Ward is two thousand miles away in Istanbul, closing an operation months in the building. Back in Virginia the Hangar holds four people and a building full of defenses designed by a coordinator who thinks in mazes. When the operators breach the perimeter, two of them are the only line between the team's entire intelligence architecture and its destruction.

And then Holt comes home. Twenty-three seconds of unassisted standing is his best number, and his legs run at ninety-one percent on the left side, and the nine percent gap is permanent. He is forty-seven minutes away when he hears. He drives. He walks into a building full of armed operators with a cane and twenty years of training, because the building holds his family.