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And ghosts, as the Interstellar Security Council was about to learn, are terrifyingly efficient.

“Open gate.”

And for the first time, he smiled. It was a small, okay smile. But for the people on that hospital ship, it was everything. ok.jatt

Twelve hours later, the freighter’s transponder went dark in an asteroid field that had been previously marked as clear.

The habitat was a labyrinth of hissing pipes and recycled air. She found him in the core, not on a throne of servers, but on a broken acceleration couch, a faded band t-shirt hanging off his thin frame. He had tired eyes and grease under his fingernails. He was eating instant noodles from a foil packet. And ghosts, as the Interstellar Security Council was

He typed two words, the same two words that had toppled governors and saved innocents. He hit send.

“He wants you stopped,” Leela said, her hand resting on her sidearm. But for the people on that hospital ship, it was everything

Leela looked from the screen to his face. She saw no madness, no god complex. Just a bone-deep weariness and a stubborn, unshakeable okay-ness with the consequences.