Ccg 8.1.4 Direct

The letters glowed amber on the slate’s cracked screen. No context. No sender ID. Just the code.

Elara’s mind reeled. “Who?”

Ccg 8.1.4 wasn’t a message. It was a ghost. Ccg 8.1.4

Elara’s hand trembled. She hadn’t seen that sequence in eleven years. Not since the Orion’s Fall had bled out over the methane lakes of Tartarus Secundus. Not since she’d left Commander Jin Sol for dead in the burning CIC. The letters glowed amber on the slate’s cracked screen