Ccg - 8.1.4

Jin’s smile softened. “Then you can go, Sundog. One last time.”

“Captain—”

“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! Ccg 8.1.4

“That’s a Colonial Guard priority distress,” he said. “Class-One. The kind you only pull if the alternative is feeding your crew into a star.” Jin’s smile softened

“It’s a trap,” Mercer said. “The Syndicate. The Tarrans. Someone who cracked the old archives.” usually a slab of unreadable stone

She turned the slate toward him. Mercer’s face, usually a slab of unreadable stone, flickered with something raw. Fear.