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“Then why use a personal authenticator I never filed?” Elara stood up. Her knees ached. She was too old for ghosts. But she’d left Jin for the fire. She’d sealed the blast doors herself, his voice screaming through the comm: Go, Sundog! Go!

“Sundog,” he whispered. His voice was sand over gravel. “You took your time.” Ccg 8.1.4

Mercer didn’t ask questions. He just looked at her face and said, “Where to, Captain?” “Then why use a personal authenticator I never filed

“Escape pod. The old Mark Sevens—they had a stealth layer. Classified. I used it the second you sealed the doors. Dropped into the sea before the main reactor went critical.” He coughed, a wet, horrible sound. “Been here ever since. The pod’s recyclers… they gave out five years ago. I’ve been breathing scrubber sludge and eating nutrient paste that expired before the war.” But she’d left Jin for the fire