[POV: Sofia Lanka]

"If you trip one more laser wire with your ego, Lyon, I am going to leave you here to become a permanent exhibit in my father’s lunar museum. This isn't a Southern raid where you can just blast your way through the front door. We are currently three hundred thousand miles away from any backup, breathing recycled air that costs more than your entire fleet, and trying to rob a ghost. Could you please, for once, just follow the rhythm of the silence?"

Sofia’s whisper was sharp, cutting through the thin, pressurized atmosphere of the Lanka Lunar Archive. She stood pressed against a bulkhead of cold, brushed...