She grabbed Kael’s wrist. “We have twelve hours to get to Europa and pull the Event Horizon ’s black box. After that, we won’t exist.”

“Liar.” Kael dropped to the floor, landing softly in the low G. “You’ve been chasing that ghost shipment for months. What’s really in it?”

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She cross-referenced the ship’s ID with missing persons reports. Seventeen names matched.

She typed the string into her handheld, feeling the familiar lurch as the terminal’s interface twisted open. On her screen, a constellation of shipping manifests, fuel reserves, and maintenance logs bloomed like stolen stars. Lena wasn’t a hacker. She was a logistics auditor for the Jovian Collective—a tiny cog in a machine that moved mountains of cargo between Saturn’s moons. But the cracks gave her leverage.

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