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“Control node is fighting remote access.”

“Define fighting.”

“Someone below has triggered local override.”

A warning symbol appeared across my tactical display.

MINE SECTOR THREE—VENTILATION INTERRUPTION.

My stomach tightened.

“Duration?”

“Unknown.”

“Restore it.”

“I am attempting.”

Pyrr looked toward the lift housing.

“That is not a reassuring sentence.”

A mine worker standing nearby heard him.

Her eyes widened.

“Sector Three?”

The translator caught her words.

“You know it?” I asked.

“My children.”

Everything in me sharpened.

“How many?”

“Two. Work nursery. Lower junction.”

Another worker pushed toward us.

“Not only children. Night-shift families shelter there when blasting starts.”

“Numbers?”

“Maybe eighty. Maybe more.”

The woman grabbed my armored forearm before remembering fear.

“Air pumps.”

“I know.”

“No, Commander. Sector Three is old. Emergency air fails.”

The tactical display flashed again.