Vane
Aton's breath loosened half a beat. He nodded once, slow, like he was setting something down he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.
"What's the move."
I let the plan assemble. The hall Harper saw burning, if it was the night Fenris fell, that structure was the empire's core. Three centuries of power don't evaporate clean. Stone remembers. "The ruins. I want to see them in person."
Aton followed without needing the gaps filled. "Problem. Last time you drove Harper to Camp 05, it flagged up the chain. You're S-class. Sherman's monitoring system doesn't let you go dark without questions."
"I take an S-class field mission. Something remote enough. Once I'm far out, I detour to the site."
"Workable." He was already calculating. "I can rig a signal blocker for the collar's tracking fr
