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Owen Mercer can keep anything running. Broken loaders. Failing fuel lines. Rail systems that should have been condemned a month ago. On Morrow, where the Terran retreat hangs on a chain of hardpoints, the difference between an orderly withdrawal and a massacre is measured in equipment uptime and convoy windows. Owen can hold the line. That's the problem. Because the Varkai already know it. They aren't hitting targets. They're hitting the right targets: the right moment, the right systems, the right people. And the pattern is too precise for luck. Someone inside the war is helping them choose what to break. Owen followed a trail here: a classified program, a missing son, a file full of questions and no answers. He didn't expect to become the most dangerous thing the leak has ever gotten close to. On Morrow, the machines can be fixed. The people feeding the enemy are another problem.