Sera reached the observation wall before the commander answered Juno’s request.
Beyond it, the evacuated yard lay under a gray veil of dust. A shutter knocked against the doorway of a repair shop. The gate stood near the far corner, its light rising between two defense posts whose current made a low, continuous hum. Nothing had emerged since the scouts’ last pass. That was not the same thing as an opening nobody needed to watch.
The commander kept one hand against his ear while he listened to the mechanic.
“No,” he said. “That circuit stays.”
Sera waited until he lowered his hand.
“Tell me what’s changing.”
“The regulator feeding the anchor is heating. Central wants a reduction here.”
“How much?”
