"The digital static is gone."
Elena Vance let out a ragged breath. She slumped back into her leather chair inside the Texas launch bunker.
The massive wall monitor no longer displayed the suffocating red blanket of the corporate jamming frequency. The holographic globe glowed with a pristine uninterrupted green light. The shattered remains of the Elysium dreadnought drifted harmlessly in the freezing vacuum of space.
Ryan Parker stepped away from the master telemetry console.
Sweat soaked the collar of his bespoke midnight blue suit. He had just fought a live orbital duel against a military supercomputer and won. His hands trembled slightly from the sheer physical exertion of the acoustic battle. He ignored the fatigue.
"The Vanguard constellation is stable," Leo Vance reported.
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