At precisely seven o'clock the following morning, the northern relay office of the Lunar Council received an encrypted, priority-one patch.
Luna Isadora Voss did not use her personal terminal. She sat in the secluded morning parlour of her private estate, her voice smooth and chillingly pleasant. "Connect me with the active classification officer. This regards case files sealed under my executive authorization during the consolidation era. Thirty years ago."
The operator on the line was a junior clerk, his voice trembling under the weight of her name. "The specific security clearance level of those documents, Madame Voss?"
"Level three," Isadora replied softly. "My personal signature is on the warrant. I simply require a routine confirmation that the digital vault integrity remains comp
